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Several factors have shaped my rationale as to why I deem Emory a strong match for me. From what I have learned from current Emory students, Emory provides its students with a great learning environmnent, ensuring that every student exceeds in their chosen field of study. I consider this one of Emory's exceptional qualities. I also greatly appreciate the fact that Emory, with its academic strenght and research opportunities, not only enriches its students' learning experience, but also gears them towards contributing to global concerns. With its tradition of being a liberal arts college, Emory will offer me a well-rounded education and enable me to expand my thought process. Lastly, I view the undergraduate period of a student's life as a time of discovery. I have come to appreciate Emory's leniency in allowing its students to explore their options and future plans before declaring a major. These reasons prove to me that Emory is indeed a great choice for me. This question doesn't specify a lenght. Does my essay need anything else?
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Several factors have shaped my rationale as to why I deem Emory a strong match for me. From what I have learned from current Emory students, Emory provides its students with a great learning environment, ensuring that every student exceeds in their chosen field of study. I consider this one of Emory's exceptional qualities. I also greatly appreciate the fact that Emory, with its academic strength and research opportunities, not only enriches its students' learning experience, but also gears them towards contributing to global concerns. With its tradition of being a liberal arts college, Emory will offer me a well-rounded education and enable me to expand my thought process. Lastly, I view the undergraduate period of a student's life as a time of discovery. I have come to appreciate Emory's leniency in allowing its students to explore their options and future plans before declaring a major. These reasons prove to me that Emory is indeed a great choice for me. This question doesn't specify a length. Does my essay need anything else?
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I always thought of myself as a somewhat decent artist. Growing up, I was always the best. Accepter into the first art school with out any former training, I felt as if I had always knew my way to portray the subject. The dynamic nature in my art comes from my keen sense observation of the world and its nature. I listen; I watch and pay attention to the most insignificant aspects: advertisements, conversations on the bus, or on the street, people's expressions, their moods etc. I am constantly tuned in. The world is a plasmid TV with unlimited channels, and I am its addict. The dimmed room with its white fluorescent light, it was just like yesterday. Sitting with a group of other preschoolers, I was in my, perhaps, first artistic lesson. Our instructor had demonstrated on the black board of several cows standing on a grass field. We were to copy, and put in the colour of our choice. I recall her questioned attitude when the inspector picked up my paper. While all the other children obediently copied the picture on the board, I put a sleeping cow with the other cows. Maybe I was too small to know why I did that, but I felt that a drawing of only standing cows would be rigid, unnatural, and inanimate. I felt that my drawing was alive comparing to the others. Years have gone by and I continue to observe closely to the wonders of my surroundings and society, and exhibit by discoveries in my works. Life is such a wonderful diamond because it shines in many different prospective, through the eyes of many people, it is a million seconds in one. I shall peruse and capture each and every minimial sparkle of life, its people and its environment and magnify it to let everybody can realize that ordinance is divine. As long as there is life, there will be art. Let there be art, and there will be me. I don't think i have done a good job, I am not that good at english and writting, could somme body help me ? I need it very soon, like TOMORROW
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I always thought of myself as a somewhat decent artist. Growing up, I was always the best. Accepted into the first art school without any former training, I felt as if I had always known my way to portray the subject. The dynamic nature in my art comes from my keen sense observation of the world and its nature. I listen; I watch and pay attention to the most insignificant aspects: advertisements, conversations on the bus, or on the street, people's expressions, their moods etc. I am constantly tuned in. The world is a plasmid TV with unlimited channels, and I am its addict. The dimmed room with its white fluorescent light, it was just like yesterday. Sitting with a group of other preschoolers, I was in my, perhaps, first artistic lesson. Our instructor had demonstrated on the black board of several cows standing on a grass field. We were to copy, and put in the color of our choice. I recall her questioned attitude when the inspector picked up my paper. While all the other children obediently copied the picture on the board, I put a sleeping cow with the other cows. Maybe I was too small to know why I did that, but I felt that a drawing of only standing cows would be rigid, unnatural, and inanimate. I felt that my drawing was alive comparing to the others. Years have gone by, and I continue to observe closely to the wonders of my surroundings and society, and exhibit by discoveries in my works. Life is such a wonderful diamond because it shines in many prospective, through the eyes of many people, it is a million seconds in one. I shall peruse and capture each and every minimal sparkle of life, its people and its environment and magnify it to let everybody can realize that ordinance is divine. As long as there is life, there will be art. Let there be art, and there will be me. I don't think I have done a good job, I am not that good at English and writing, could Somme body help me ? I need it very soon, like TOMORROW
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------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------- I remember the day I first came to America. I was in the LAX airport, looking around the totally strange place which was full of strangers. All I could hear was the strangers' buzzing. At that moment, I realized that I was in America, and my heart started to beat fast. Until April 25, 2006 I had never been away from my country, Korea. For 18 years, I had grown up being around people who used the same language as me and had black hair and brown eyes. I was having... However, my mother wanted to give me and my little brother more chances in our education and lives. One day she grabbed a huge Nursing book written all in English, telling us she would restart her career in America. It was at her age of 48 after being a housewife for 11 years after quitting her career as a nurse. Sometimes I saw her fallen asleep with the huge book and a pen in her hands and glasses on her face. A year later, she really passed the RN exam, and that is how my mother, brother, and I came to the U.S. Above all, language barrier was the biggest issue. First a few weeks, I was like a breathing statue who could not talk. I blushed like a tomato even before I opened my mouth. It was not only because of my poor English but also because of my lack of confidence. The first day in College of Marin, the lecture sounded like, "Let's,, blah ..you.. and blah blah.." From the next day, I recorded the lectures and listened to them at home. Also, I used to "draw" the teacher's cursive note on my notebook and spent time at home to figure out what it meant. At night, I watched movies like Spider Man with English subtitle and dictionary beside me. Gradually the strangers' buzzing became words, and later on it finally became successive sentences to my ears. I could laugh at teacher's joke with my classmates. It took days and days for me to get English papers done and read text books for my exams, but my hard work and time I spent were rewarded by all A's in my transcript. Simple words are not enough to describe how I felt when I saw myself improving day by day. Besides language barrier, as a side effect of dramatic change in environment, I suffered from the nostalgia and depression as well. I missed my friends and family in Korea so much, and my days used to start and end with deep sighs and tears. However, I found out some strategies which helped me cope with the negative feelings. For example, writing handwritten letters soothed the nostalgia and playing piano calmed my waving emotion. Also, whenever I was tempted to give up, I thought about my mother who chose a challenge at her late age, leaving her comfortable life in Korea to give her children better education and lives. It is November 2008, and here I am. The speechless girl who blushed like a tomato is now working at the tutoring center, helping people with math and physics. She also became a vice president of one of the school clubs. Once an American historian Bernice Johnson Reagon said, "Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you. They're supposed to help you discover who you are." It was not an easy journey, but after going through it all by myself, what I found within me were the strong will, courage, responsibility, and confidence. I am proud that I won from the fight with myself and develop myself though it. I consider I just made one step. Still there is far more to go. There will be more challenges later in my life. However, I am no longer afraid of them. I trust myself. I know I can and will handle it. I'm ready to make a big jump to get closer to the goal in my life. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------- This is 667 words and I need to shrink it. Can you suggest me which part I should erase? Also, I might have lots of grammer mistake and sentences or words which sound funny. Please correct grammar errors and sentence flow. Lastly, I was having.. part, I didn't know how to connect the two sentences before and after "I was having...". Please give me some suggestion.
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------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------- I remember the day I first came to America. I was in the LAX airport, looking around the totally strange place which was full of strangers. All I could hear was the strangers' buzzing. At that moment, I realized that I was in America, and my heart started to beat fast. Until April 25, 2006, I had never been away from my country, Korea. For 18 years, I had grown up being around people who used the same language as me and had black hair and brown eyes. I was having... However, my mother wanted to give me and my little brother more chances in our education and lives. One day she grabbed a huge Nursing book written all in English, telling us she would restart her career in America. It was at her age of 48 after being a housewife for 11 years after quitting her career as a nurse. Sometimes I saw her fallen asleep with the huge book and a pen in her hands and glasses on her face. A year later, she really passed the RN exam, and that is how my mother, brother, and I came to the U.S. Above all, language barrier was the biggest issue. First a few weeks, I was like a breathing statue who could not talk. I blushed like a tomato even before I opened my mouth. It was not only because of my poor English but also because of my lack of confidence. The first day in College of Marin, the lecture sounded like, "Let's, blah .you. And blah blah." From the next day, I recorded the lectures and listened to them at home. Also, I used to "draw" the teacher's cursive note on my notebook and spent time at home to figure out what it meant. At night, I watched movies like Spider-Man with English subtitle and dictionary beside me. Gradually the strangers' buzzing became words, and later on it finally became successive sentences to my ears. I could laugh at teacher's joke with my classmates. It took days and days for me to get English papers done and read text books for my exams, but my hard work and time I spent were rewarded by all A's in my transcript. Simple words are not enough to describe how I felt when I saw myself improving day by day. Besides language barrier, as a side effect of dramatic change in environment, I suffered from the nostalgia and depression as well. I missed my friends and family in Korea so much, and my days used to start and end with deep sighs and tears. However, I found out some strategies which helped me cope with the negative feelings. For example, writing handwritten letters soothed the nostalgia and playing piano calmed my waving emotion. Also, whenever I was tempted to give up, I thought about my mother who chose a challenge at her late age, leaving her comfortable life in Korea to give her children better education and lives. It is November 2008, and here I am. The speechless girl who blushed like a tomato is now working at the tutoring center, helping people with math and physics. She also became a vice president of one of the school clubs. Once an American historian Bernice Johnson Reason said, "Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you. They're supposed to help you discover who you are." It was not an easy journey, but after going through it all by myself, what I found within me were the strong will, courage, responsibility, and confidence. I am proud that I won from the fight with myself and develop myself though it. I consider I just made one step. Still there is far more to go. There will be more challenges later in my life. However, I am no longer afraid of them. I trust myself. I know I can and will handle it. Furthermore, I'm ready to make a big jump to get closer to the goal in my life. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------- This is 667 words and I need to shrink it. Can you suggest me which part I should erase? Also, I might have lots of grammar mistake and sentences or words which sound funny. Please correct grammar errors and sentence flow. Lastly, I was having. Part, I didn't know how to connect the two sentences before and after "I was having...". Please give me some suggestion.
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Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.- The last year has been a very delightful experience for me, as well as hard. As an exchanges student I went to the United Kingdom, to St Austell a small town in the south of England where I was the only Latin American student. The beginning of the year was hard for me, leaving my country specially my own language brought difficulties that further more I could done. For my accommodation I choose a host family, they have been particularly welcoming and treat me like their own daughter, spending time with them helped me improve my English, and understand the English culture. Going to an English school, college, like they call it, has been weird for me, as they only study 4 subjects and sometimes just three, choosing them was awkward for me, as I always do the subject my school told to do, but I knew that the English education was well recognized around the world so I did not have anything to worry about which subject I will choose. Living wit h a host family, discovering a new culture, studying in an English college, and leaving my own country has made me become more independent, mature and open minded, it has particularly made me appreciate what I have left behind, like my family and friends. But it has given me great opportunities to discover my strengths, make new friends from around the world, see new places and improve my English. I am really excited to see the challenges that moving to United States will brings.
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Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.- The last year has been a very delightful experience for me, as well as hard. As an exchanges' student I went to the United Kingdom, to St Russell a small town in the south of England where I was the only Latin American student. The beginning of the year was hard for me, leaving my country specially my own language brought difficulties that furthermore I could have done. For my accommodation I choose a host family, they have been particularly welcoming and treat me like their own daughter, spending time with them helped me improve my English, and understand the English culture. Going to an English school, college, like they call it, has been weird for me, as they only study 4 subjects and sometimes just three, choosing them was awkward for me, as I always do the subject my school told to do, but I knew that the English education was well recognized around the world, so I did not have anything to worry about which subject I will choose. Living wit h a host family, discovering a new culture, studying in an English college, and leaving my own country has made me become more independent, mature and open-minded, it has particularly made me appreciate what I have left behind, like my family and friends. But it has given me great opportunities to discover my strengths, make new friends from around the world, see new places and improve my English. I am really excited to see the challenges that moving to United States will bring.
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"What Men Live by?" Leo Tolstoy once asked this question in one of his famous novels. Each person may pursue different value in one's life. Personally, I put happiness as the first priority of my life. Then, where does happiness come from? I got the answer from an unforgettable experience in my school days, and it opened my eyes to other people's lives. After I entered high school, I wanted to make a change in my life which was limited within school and home. That is how I joined a school volunteer club called "Doree". Every Sunday morning our club members visited The House of Sunshine, a rehabilitation facility for children with cerebral palsy and worked with the 31 children there. Most of them were abandoned by their parents and living at the facility, considering each other as brothers and sisters. The first time I met the children, I felt pity for them because I assumed they were unhappy with their parents' absence and their handicaps. However, I was totally wrong. They did not think they had no parent because for them, all the volunteers were their moms and dads. Although they couldn't move and talk as freely as I could with their physical and mental handicaps, they seemed brighter and happier than anyone else. Also, their eyes were sparkling like crystals, and their minds were pure like water in a still lake. For the three years that I volunteered at The House of Sunshine, every Sunday morning I left home with sleepy eyes but came back with full of warmth and happiness in my mind. All I could do for the children was clean the rooms, mop the floor, organize donated things, fundraise for the facility, play with them, and help them eat meals. In return, however, I got priceless lessons carved deep in my heart which will last for the rest of my life. I realized the preciousness of what I had - my family who loved me just the way I was, my sweet home which was always there for me, and my strong body. I took them for granted because I was so used to having them like we usually forget to thank the air which lets us breathe. I also realized that happiness does not come from our possessions but from our attitude of mind that appreciate what we are given in our lives. Moreover,... Once I heard that in a Native American language, a friend means 'someone who bears your burden on his back'. I am proud that I became someone who is willing to be a friend of people who need me and bear their burden on my back without judging them by looking at their surface. And surprisingly, happiness knocks on my door when I try to make others happy. Today, the fire started insided of me three years ago is still burning, keeping my inner world warm and encouraging me to deliver the lessons I learned to others.
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"What Men Live by?" Leo Tolstoy once asked this question in one of his famous novels. Each person may pursue different value in one's life. Personally, I put happiness as the first priority of my life. Then, where does happiness come from? I got the answer from an unforgettable experience in my school days, and it opened my eyes to other people's lives. After I entered high school, I wanted to make a change in my life which was limited within school and home. That is how I joined a school volunteer club called "Doreen". Every Sunday morning our club members visited The House of Sunshine, a rehabilitation facility for children with cerebral palsy and worked with the 31 children there. Most of them were abandoned by their parents and living at the facility, considering each other as brothers and sisters. The first time I met the children, I felt pity for them because I assumed they were unhappy with their parents' absence and their handicaps. However, I was totally wrong. They did not think they had no parent because for them, all the volunteers were their moms and dads. Although they couldn't move and talk as freely as I could with their physical and mental handicaps, they seemed brighter and happier than anyone else. Also, their eyes were sparkling like crystals, and their minds were pure like water in a still lake. For the three years that I volunteered at The House of Sunshine, every Sunday morning I left home with sleepy eyes but came back with full of warmth and happiness in my mind. All I could do for the children was clean the rooms, mop the floor, organize donated things, fundraise for the facility, play with them, and help them eat meals. In return, however, I got priceless lessons carved deep in my heart which will last for the rest of my life. I realized the preciousness of what I had - my family who loved me just the way I was, my sweet home which was always there for me, and my strong body. I took them for granted because I was so used to having them like we usually forget to thank the air which lets us breathe. Furthermore, I also realized that happiness does not come from our possessions but from our attitude of mind that appreciate what we are given in our lives. Moreover, ... Once I heard that in a Native American language, a friend means 'someone who bears your burden on his back'. I am proud that I became someone who is willing to be a friend of people who need me and bear their burden on my back without judging them by looking at their surface. And surprisingly, happiness knocks on my door when I try to make others happy. Today, the fire started inside of me three years ago is still burning, keeping my inner world warm and encouraging me to deliver the lessons I learned to others.
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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall," is a Confucian proverb that showcases resilience. Through my interactions with music, I had struck the chord of resilience that has prepared me for obstacles in the future. I played my first music note when I was six years old when I curiously pressed on a key of an old piano that stood untouched in my house. I was captivated at how silence changed into music at the touch of my fingers. Even though I had ignited a passion for music, my parents could not afford music lessons. Discouraged, I decided to give up. I was surprised to find myself return to the piano and even go on to teaching myself the songs that I loved. I eventually learned how to read music and play the violin by advantage of the free music classes and cheap instrument rentals in school. In the seventh grade, I became a violist. Even though no one else wanted to try it, I felt that the viola's sad and resonant tone needed to be heard. It was not an easy change. My body had to physically adjust to the larger instrument and ached after holding it up for long practices. I had to mentally adjust to read the viola's alto clef instead of the familiar treble clef. After trying my hardest to adjust, I found that the viola played a very minor role in songs. I wanted to give up. However, I eventually realized how crucial of a role the viola played in harmonizing and supporting others. I found myself to be the cohesive glue that held everyone together. I motivated myself to work harder. At the end of that year, I led a section of six violists in the district's annual string festival and played a viola solo in one of my school's pieces. My performances that night proved that I had conquered my transition into a violist. Resilience was what gave me the strength to continue playing music even in times of adversity. It has made me proud of the person I am today. I would not know how to accept myself if I always gave up or ran away whenever I was put into a bad situation. Whenever I look back to see what I have conquered and how I have handled myself through tough situations, I see the transformation of a disappointed young girl into an optimistic, adaptive, and determined person. The person I am today is prepared to face all different kinds of adversities with resilience. I am not afraid to pursue challenges and anticipate further development in different types of environments. My previous adversities with music are similar to those that I will face in the future, like financial problems, difficult adjustments to make, hard work, and thoughts of giving up. There will be many things that will make me fall, but I am ready to rise to the challenge. Please give me advice. Thanks =]
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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall," is a Confucian proverb that showcases resilience. Through my interactions with music, I had struck the chord of resilience that has prepared me for obstacles in the future. I played my first music note when I was six years old when I curiously pressed on a key of an old piano that stood untouched in my house. I was captivated at how silence changed into music at the touch of my fingers. Even though I had ignited a passion for music, my parents could not afford music lessons. Discouraged, I decided to give up. I was surprised to find myself return to the piano and even go on to teaching myself the songs that I loved. I eventually learned how to read music and play the violin by advantage of the free music classes and cheap instrument rentals in school. In the seventh grade, I became a violist. Even though no one else wanted to try it, I felt that the viola's sad and resonant tone needed to be heard. It was not an easy change. My body had to physically adjust to the larger instrument and ached after holding it up for long practices. I had to mentally adjust to read the viola's alto clef instead of the familiar treble clef. After trying my hardest to adjust, I found that the viola played a very minor role in songs. I wanted to give up. However, I eventually realized how crucial of a role the viola played in harmonizing and supporting others. I found myself to be the cohesive glue that held everyone together. I motivated myself to work harder. At the end of that year, I led a section of six violists in the district's annual string festival and played a viola solo in one of my school's pieces. My performances that night proved that I had conquered my transition into a violist. Resilience was what gave me the strength to continue playing music even in times of adversity. It has made me proud of the person I am today. I would not know how to accept myself if I always gave up or ran away whenever I was put into a bad situation. Whenever I look back to see what I have conquered and how I have handled myself through tough situations, I see the transformation of a disappointed young girl into an optimistic, adaptive, and determined person. The person I am today is prepared to face all different kinds of adversities with resilience. I am not afraid to pursue challenges and anticipate further development in different types of environments. My previous adversities with music are similar to those that I will face in the future, like financial problems, difficult adjustments to make, hard work, and thoughts of giving up. There will be many things that will make me fall, but I am ready to rise to the challenge. Please give me advice. Thanks =]
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Helping people has been one of my strongest qualities. Throughout the four years of high school, I have contributed to helping people. It all started with just community service and little by little it became part of my personality. Helping people is very important to me because I feel as if I am making a difference in someone's life. I see helping people as a way to make new friends and a way to show people the type of person that you truly are. Throughout high school, I have contributed to helping people and have volunteered to help out at local schools. During the last two summers, I spent time going to summer school to help students learn English as a second language. I was informed about a program at summer school that regarded Hispanic students learning English as a second language. I wanted to help students learn English because I myself had a hard time learning it. This contribution that I did is very important to me because it truly shows the type of person that I am. Many students that I helped did not speak a lot of English and mostly spoke Spanish. Most of the students had just recently arrived from another country and were new to the United States. Although it was kind of difficult to teach them English, I had a lot fun a and made a lot of new friends. Throughout my Sophomore and Junior year, I also helped Spanish-speaking parents in school meetings by translating what teachers say to Spanish. Many parents commented on how helpful I was to them. I learned so much from helping at summer school and it made me realize that helping people is something that I like to do. The contributions that I have done throughout high school make me proud because I know that I have done something that not many people do. It also makes me proud because some of the students that I helped told me that they enjoyed being with me. I also received many comments from teachers about being helpful. It made me feel pleased about myself because not many students contribute their time to helping others. I'm also proud because this showed many people the type of person that I truly am. My experiences with helping people has greatly increased my self-confidence and has made me a much better person. This relates to the person that I am because I like to help people. I enjoy helping people especially when I know that not a lot people do what I do. Most of my community service hours that I have done throughout high school are related to helping others. During Freshman and Sophomore year, I volunteered at a local school to help 1st grade students with their class work and homework. It was really fun because I spent a lot of time with kids. I have learned so much from my experiences and plan to do the same things in the future . One of my best personal qualities that I have developed throughout high school is helping others and having the capability to work well with people. I personally think that helping others is a great way of meeting new people and making new friends. Not only do you make new friends, but you also show other people the type of person that you are.
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Helping people has been one of my strongest qualities. Throughout the four years of high school, I have contributed to helping people. It all started with just community service and little by little it became part of my personality. Helping people is very important to me because I feel as if I am making a difference in someone's life. I see helping people as a way to make new friends and a way to show people the type of person that you truly are. Throughout high school, I have contributed to helping people and have volunteered to help out at local schools. During the last two summers, I spent time going to summer school to help students learn English as a second language. I was informed about a program at summer school that regarded Hispanic students learning English as a second language. I wanted to help students learn English because I myself had a hard time learning it. This contribution that I did is very important to me because it truly shows the type of person that I am. Many students that I helped did not speak a lot of Englishes and mostly spoke Spanish. Most of the students had just recently arrived from another country and were new to the United States. Although it was kind of difficult to teach them English, I had a lot fun a and made a lot of new friends. Throughout my Sophomore and Junior year, I also helped Spanish-speaking parents in school meetings by translating what teachers say to Spanish. Many parents commented on how helpful I was to them. I learned so much from helping at summer school, and it made me realize that helping people is something that I like to do. The contributions that I have done throughout high school make me proud because I know that I have done something that not many people do. It also makes me proud because some of the students that I helped told me that they enjoyed being with me. I also received many comments from teachers about being helpful. It made me feel pleased about myself because not many students contribute their time to helping others. I'm also proud because this showed many people the type of person that I truly am. My experiences with helping people has greatly increased my self-confidence and has made me a much better person. This relates to the person that I am because I like to help people. I enjoy helping people especially when I know that not a lot of people do what I do. Most of my community service hours that I have done throughout high school are related to helping others. During Freshman and Sophomore year, I volunteered at a local school to help 1st grade students with their class work and homework. It was really fun because I spent a lot of time with kids. I have learned so much from my experiences and plan to do the same things in the future. One of my best personal qualities that I have developed throughout high school is helping others and having the capability to work well with people. I personally think that helping others is a great way of meeting new people and making new friends. Not only do you make new friends, but you also show other people the type of person that you are.
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Prompt: Choose an issue of importance to youïthe issue could be personal, school related, local, political, or international in scopeïand write an essay in which you explain the significance of that issue to yourself, your family, your community, or your generation I was in 4th grade when the twin towers fell to the ground, in 9th grade when my close neighbor joined the American forces in Iraq, and in Israel during the Israel and Lebanon War. I have indirectly been exposed to exhibitions of terrorism since my childhood, but never fully understood the gravity of the issue until I reached high school. The combined effects of important figures and experiences at home and abroad have influenced me to raise awareness throughout my community about the effects of terrorism on everyone around the world. Only one year after I heard the first explosions of the Israel and Lebanon War, the topic of terrorism surprisingly resurfaced on a family vacation to Hawaii. After enjoying a game of basketball with three brothers from Dallas, Texas, I had been invited to play in their school organization's annual basketball tournament. I knew that despite my love for basketball, I would never travel from California to Texas to play basketball. About six months later, I was on a plane flying to Dallas to support the organization's cause: providing relief for terrorism victims in Israel. The student-run group called themselves "Students Against Terrorism" and after witnessing this Dallas community come together to support a common cause centered thousands of miles away, I was inspired to establish a similar organization at my own school. These boys, current students of the University of Texas at Austin, have had such a strong impact on my worldviews that I wish to follow in their footsteps and become a fellow Longhorn. By sophomore year, I had my "Students for Peace" club up and running with many members eager to spread awareness among students and the community. I urged them to leave their political views on war behind and focus on uniting to support our courageous troops and victims of terrorism worldwide. I knew there were greater issues than those reported on by our school newspaper, and was determined to expose our trapped youth to the realities the outside world. I found the importance of learning about current events from my observations in Israel and Texas and was immediately convinced that a younger, uninformed generation has the potential to compromise future international relations. Although the students' will power was unmatched, many were in need of an accompanying sense of reality. When I began to consider my efforts to be fruitless, I was reminded of and inspired by Helen Keller's message that although one cannot do everything, one can do something; and that one should not refuse to do the something that they can do. As small-town students seeking to support a good cause, we may not have been able to overthrow tyrants in other countries, but possessed the undying power of influence. Utilizing our power, we were able to urge others to do what they can to fight terrorism in their own way, whether that was in the form of items, inspirational words, or money. This issue not only holds importance to me, but also my family, community, and generation. My father, an Israel native, has grown up accustomed to living under constant turmoil. Whereas I hope to prevent the dispersion of this unfortunate lifestyle, I also hope to prove that witnessing acts of terrorism is not necessary for helping victims of it. It is immensely important to make the younger generation aware of both world history and current events to provide them with the knowledge needed to fight against the evils in society. Not only can this drive to become morally strong citizens result in a unity of cultures, but also reiterates the idea that strength in support can be equally, if not more, powerful as strength in violence. I have developed a new lifelong goal since being exposed to acts of terrorism and the subsequent acts of good citizenship. When given the opportunity to help another individual, I will seize it, realizing the priceless fulfillment that will result. I feel that I have attained a better understanding of the world I live in by expressing care for complete strangers. Hopefully my influence has caused them to persevere through a time of disorder and have faith that a better and safer world will arrive in the near future. Regardless of the career I decide to pursue, I will seek the same type of fulfillment, the one that results when improving another's quality of life.
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Prompt: Choose an issue of importance to youth issue could be personal, school related, local, political, or international in Copeland write an essay in which you explain the significance of that issue to yourself, your family, your community, or your generation I was in 4th grade when the twin towers fell to the ground, in 9th grade when my close neighbor joined the American forces in Iraq, and in Israel during the Israel and Lebanon War. I have indirectly been exposed to exhibitions of terrorism since my childhood, but never fully understood the gravity of the issue until I reached high school. The combined effects of important figures and experiences at home and abroad have influenced me to raise awareness throughout my community about the effects of terrorism on everyone around the world. Only one year after I heard the first explosions of the Israel and Lebanon War, the topic of terrorism surprisingly resurfaced on a family vacation to Hawaii. After enjoying a game of basketball with three brothers from Dallas, Texas, I had been invited to play in their school organization's annual basketball tournament. I knew that despite my love for basketball, I would never travel from California to Texas to play basketball. About six months later, I was on a plane flying to Dallas to support the organization's cause: providing relief for terrorism victims in Israel. The student-run group called themselves "Students Against Terrorism" and after witnessing this Dallas community come together to support a common cause centered thousands of miles away, I was inspired to establish a similar organization at my own school. These boys, current students of the University of Texas at Austin, have had such a strong impact on my worldviews that I wish to follow in their footsteps and become a fellow Longhorn. By sophomore year, I had my "Students for Peace" club up and running with many members eager to spread awareness among students and the community. I urged them to leave their political views on war behind and focus on uniting to support our courageous troops and victims of terrorism worldwide. I knew there were greater issues than those reported on by our school newspaper, and was determined to expose our trapped youth to the realities the outside world. Furthermore, I found the importance of learning about current events from my observations in Israel and Texas and was immediately convinced that a younger, uninformed generation has the potential to compromise future international relations. Although the students' will power was unmatched, many were in need of an accompanying sense of reality. When I began to consider my efforts to be fruitless, I was reminded of and inspired by Helen Keller's message that although one cannot do everything, one can do something; and that one should not refuse to do the something that they can do. As small-town students seeking to support a good cause, we may not have been able to overthrow tyrants in other countries, but possessed the undying power of influence. Utilizing our power, we were able to urge others to do what they can to fight terrorism in their own way, whether that was in the form of items, inspirational words, or money. This issue not only holds importance to me, but also my family, community, and generation. My father, an Israel native, has grown up accustomed to living under constant turmoil. Whereas I hope to prevent the dispersion of this unfortunate lifestyle, I also hope to prove that witnessing acts of terrorism is not necessary for helping victims of it. It is immensely important to make the younger generation aware of both world history and current events to provide them with the knowledge needed to fight against the evils in society. Not only can this drive to become morally strong citizens result in a unity of cultures, but also reiterates the idea that strength in support can be equally, if not more, powerful as strength in violence. I have developed a new lifelong goal since being exposed to acts of terrorism and the subsequent acts of good citizenship. When given the opportunity to help another individual, I will seize it, realizing the priceless fulfillment that will result. I feel that I have attained a better understanding of the world I live in by expressing care for complete strangers. Hopefully my influence has caused them to persevere through a time of disorder and have faith that a better and safer world will arrive in the near future. Regardless of the career I decide to pursue, I will seek the same type of fulfillment, the one that results when improving another's quality of life.
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Three years after my grandfather's death, I still feel inextricably linked to his presence. My grandfather was a calm yet collected force in the household. He held a certain humbling countenance about him, a perpetually radiant smile and noticeable wrinkles on his forehead that reflected his experiences as a first-generation immigrant from China. He raised me for more than fourteen years, scolding me when I mistreated my younger sister or praising me when I took long walks with him to the coffee shop. In hindsight, I believe I underestimated my grandfather's influence on me. He taught me to be humble by giving to the poor. Always enthusiastic to travel to new places and gain new perspectives, he taught me to be a worldly individual. He also showed me the value of education, driving me to elementary school every day even past the age of seventy. And he taught me to be hopeful and open-minded; his escape from an impoverished village in China and through a desolate Myanmar still resonates with me today. Even though he could not speak English, my grandfather made a conscious effort to learn the language and transcend barriers. When he grew older and couldn't take me to school anymore, my grandfather would sit at home and write poetry, reflections on his unyielding devotion to God or his long-line of transformational experiences. In truth, my grandfather represents the very being I aspire to be: a transcendent figure that is grateful for every opportunity and special moment in life. My grandfather's untimely death occurred just before I began high school. I remember looking into his beady eyes just moments before he was taken to the hospital. He still had the same radiant smile, the same calm attitude; only months ago, we celebrated his ninetieth birthday. When he passed away, I instinctively started to question my personal identity and sense of self, "Who was I?" "What would I do without my grandfather's presence?" But in the back of my mind, I always knew what my grandfather wanted. He wanted me to do my best and to strive to be someone uninhibited by life's challenges. He wanted to find my interests and passions and translate them into my future. In many ways, I have followed through on my grandfather's wish. Through experiences in journalism, I have found an affinity for the written word. From focusing diligently in school and closely monitoring world affairs, I have learned to appreciate the complexities of various academic subject areas, especially in the social sciences and humanities. I aspire to one day become a journalist seeking truth in the world or a lawyer thwarting injustice, but it is because of my grandfather's inculcation that I can do whatever makes me happy in life that I have chosen that goal. While my grandfather has been one of the most prominent influences in my life, I have also been lucky to grow up in a close-knit family characterized by camaraderie and support. Often, my extended family joins together for joyous occasions, a collection of gracious individuals who live in San Diego. Every time we come together for "potluck" dinners or festive gatherings, I am amazed by how compassionate everyone is to each other. From the instance in which my cousin offered to teach me golf to the endless discussions over politics, there has always been a great sense of optimism in my family. Indeed, this air of optimism has helped me develop important traits like curiosity, motivation, and self-confidence. Right now, my life is a wondrous journey of growth towards the realization of some future dream. For fourteen years, my grandfather held a special place in my life. While I know I still have the support of a caring family, I just wish my grandfather could see how far I have grown because of his vital guidance.
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Three years after my grandfather's death, I still feel inextricably linked to his presence. My grandfather was a calm yet collected force in the household. He held a certain humbling countenance about him, a perpetually radiant smile and noticeable wrinkles on his forehead that reflected his experiences as a first-generation immigrant from China. He raised me for more than fourteen years, scolding me when I mistreated my younger sister or praising me when I took long walks with him to the coffee shop. In hindsight, I believe I underestimated my grandfather's influence on me. He taught me to be humble by giving to the poor. Always enthusiastic to travel to new places and gain new perspectives, he taught me to be a worldly individual. He also showed me the value of education, driving me to elementary school every day even past the age of seventy. And he taught me to be hopeful and open-minded; his escape from an impoverished village in China and through a desolate Myanmar still resonates with me today. Even though he could not speak English, my grandfather made a conscious effort to learn the language and transcend barriers. When he grew older and couldn't take me to school anymore, my grandfather would sit at home and write poetry, reflections on his unyielding devotion to God or his long-line of transformational experiences. In truth, my grandfather represents the very being I aspire to be: a transcendent figure that is grateful for every opportunity and special moment in life. My grandfather's untimely death occurred just before I began high school. I remember looking into his beady eyes just moments before he was taken to the hospital. He still had the same radiant smile, the same calm attitude; only months ago, we celebrated his ninetieth birthday. When he passed away, I instinctively started to question my personal identity and sense of self, "Who was I?" "What would I do without my grandfather's presence?" But in the back of my mind, I always knew what my grandfather wanted. He wanted me to do my best and to strive to be someone uninhibited by life's challenges. He wanted to find my interests and passions and translate them into my future. In many ways, I have followed through on my grandfather's wish. Through experiences in journalism, I have found an affinity for the written word. From focusing diligently in school and closely monitoring world affairs, I have learned to appreciate the complexities of various academic subject areas, especially in the social sciences and humanities. I aspire to one day become a journalist seeking truth in the world or a lawyer thwarting injustice, but it is because of my grandfather's inculcation that I can do whatever makes me happy in life that I have chosen that goal. While my grandfather has been one of the most prominent influences in my life, I have also been lucky to grow up in a close-knit family characterized by camaraderie and support. Often, my extended family joins together for joyous occasions, a collection of gracious individuals who live in San Diego. Every time we come together for "potluck" dinners or festive gatherings, I am amazed by how compassionate everyone is to each other. From the instance in which my cousin offered to teach me golf to the endless discussions over politics, there has always been a great sense of optimism in my family. Indeed, this air of optimism has helped me develop important traits like curiosity, motivation, and self-confidence. Right now, my life is a wondrous journey of growth towards the realization of some future dream. For fourteen years, my grandfather held a special place in my life. While I know I still have the support of a caring family, I just wish my grandfather could see how far I have grown because of his vital guidance.
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A personal quality that is important to me is my perseverance. I did not realize I had the ability to be set on my goals and push for them as I do now until a couple of months ago. I do not like to give up; I find it a weakness and I look down on people who choose not follow through. My parents have always made me stick to my commitments in order to teach me the value of keeping my promises. My parents pushed me in the right direction and told me which way was best. But it was my grandfather who demonstrated to me why being determined is such a powerful quality to have. In September of 2007, my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. I couldn't believe it. He was the most health conscience person you could meet. At 80 years old, he hardly strayed from a balanced diet and hiked 40-70 miles a week. My grandpa never put himself before others. He was always trying to make everyone else happy. He was really good at putting up a front. At all times was hiding his true pain and seeming so strong and independent. My grandpa never showed weakness or fear and would not accept any sympathy. He knew he lived his life as great as he could and he wanted the sympathy to go towards the young people fighting cancer. Unfortunately, this past January he passed away. His death was really hard for me to deal with because I had grown so close to him and he had taught me so much. My grandpa always had a genuine smile on his face and never considered anything without hope and optimism. So I learned from him that giving up is not an option. That I always should try my best and if I fail to pick my head up and try again. Each day I aspire to be more like him and I hope I make him proud. I am lucky to have this quality and to be able to be driven in everything I do. I am proud I learned to persevere from my grandpa because I have realized how much I can exceed my own expectations. Though I still grieve over his death, I am proud to have been his granddaughter and to have spent 16 wonderful years with him. The person my grandpa was helped shape me into who I am today. With everything I do I try my best. I know that success does not come wishing but instead from doing. Therefore, I do all in my power to reach my goals. When something does not turn out as planned, I complete all I can to make it right. For example, my grades have taken a lot of time and work but I do not always succeed with every assignment. Consequently, I end up seeing how I can improve for the next time so I get better at one of my weaker areas. My grandpa has influenced me and shown me what it means to persevere. I have realized I can do anything I put my mind to and try my best at. I am proud to have this determination with me; it makes me a stronger person.
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A personal quality that is important to me is my perseverance. I did not realize I had the ability to be set on my goals and push for them as I do now until a couple of months ago. I do not like to give up; I find it a weakness and I look down on people who choose not to follow through. My parents have always made me stick to my commitments in order to teach me the value of keeping my promises. My parents pushed me in the right direction and told me which way was best. But it was my grandfather who demonstrated to me why being determined is such a powerful quality to have. In September 2007, my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. I couldn't believe it. He was the most health conscience person you could meet. At 80 years old, he hardly strayed from a balanced diet and hiked 40-70 miles a week. My grandpa never put himself before others. He was always trying to make everyone else happy. He was perfect at putting up a front. At all times was hiding his true pain and seeming so strong and independent. My grandpa never showed weakness or fear and would not accept any sympathy. He knew he lived his life as great as he could, and he wanted the sympathy to go towards the young people fighting cancer. Unfortunately, this past January he passed away. His death was really hard for me to deal with because I had grown so close to him, and he had taught me so much. My grandpa always had a genuine smile on his face and never considered anything without hope and optimism. So I learned from him that giving up is not an option. That I always should try my best and if I fail to pick my head up and try again. Each day I aspire to be more like him and I hope I make him proud. I am lucky to have this quality and to be able to be driven in everything I do. I am proud I learned to persevere from my grandpa because I have realized how much I can exceed my own expectations. Though I still grieve over his death, I am proud to have been his granddaughter and to have spent 16 wonderful years with him. The person my grandpa was helped shape me into who I am today. With everything I do I try my best. I know that success does not come wishing but instead from doing. Therefore, I do all in my power to reach my goals. When something does not turn out as planned, I complete all I can to make it right. For example, my grades have taken a lot of time and work, but I do not always succeed with every assignment. Consequently, I end up seeing how I can improve for the next time, so I get better at one of my weaker areas. My grandpa has influenced me and shown me what it means to persevere. I have realized I can do anything I put my mind to and try my best at. I am proud to have this determination with me; it makes me a stronger person.
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For almost one hundred years, the Latin words, "Vires, Artes, Mores" have been the guiding philosophy behind Florida State University. Vires signifies strength of all kinds - moral, physical, and intellectual; Artes alludes to the beauty of intellectual pursuits as exemplified in skill, craft, or art; and Mores refers to character, custom, or tradition. Describe how one or more of the values embodied in these concepts are reflected in your life. I feel that Florida State is a perfect fit for me, throughout this grueling task of discovering which university best defines me, Florida State has risen to the top because of it's excellent academic prestige. Florida State offers the challenges and assets to prepare me for my future endeavors. The values that your university establishes and embodies through its students are "Vires, Artes, Mores", or translated into strength, beauty, and character. These principles also apply to me. Mores signifies character or tradition. There is no better example of this than when I first began to play sports. In second grade, my parents felt it was time to give football a try, since it was my first year it was flag football. Anyone who has ever played a sport will admit that sports have life lessons to teach and build character even from a young age. Especially, if you are the superstar on your seven year old flag football team. My first experience with a sport, was a good one, I was the child who seemed like everyone was his parent because all the adults were cheering for me. This influenced me and made me modest, being my best was just natural to me, and even today when I do something good in the classroom or in a sporting even I act with respect and modesty. Artes signifies intellectual beauty, such as skill and arts. I will be the first to admit that I am not very artistic, but I acquired many skills throughout my life. One being public speaking, since I am confident in my beliefs and abilities, I never worry when presenting in front of a large crowd. Last June, I ran for class treasurer, and had to tell over 300 hundred people including facility members, why I was qualified for the position. Due to my laid back and easy manner personality and speaking I inevitably won. Just recently I was appointed as the team captain of my school basketball team, I possess leadership skills and always try to lead by example. This has gained me the respect of my teammates and peers because they know I am not only a great person but also a loyal friend and companion. Vires signifies all types of strength. If there were any part of my character I would call strong, it would be my mental strength. Being mentally strong allows me to persevere and have morals and commitments. With admirations of becoming a lawyer, having mental strength will serve me well, by being confident and knowing right from wrong I will succeed as a lawyer. Out of the three values, Vires is the most vital, because without growing, as a person is impossible. In Conclusion, I feel that this motto easily applies to me, through this process of answering your question, I have learned much about these values and how they apply to me. There is no doubt that I believe and stand for, the principles set forth by your university, and would fit well at Florida State. Florida State has much to offer and obviously establish character into its student. I feel that Florida State is perfect and would give me the best opportunities to succeed in my future endeavors.
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For almost one hundred years, the Latin words, "Virus, Arts, Mores" have been the guiding philosophy behind Florida State University. Virus signifies strength of all kinds - moral, physical, and intellectual; Arts alludes to the beauty of intellectual pursuits as exemplified in skill, craft, or art; and Mores refers to character, custom, or tradition. Describe how one or more of the values embodied in these concepts are reflected in your life. I feel that Florida State is a perfect fit for me, throughout this grueling task of discovering which university best defines me, Florida State has risen to the top because of its excellent academic prestige. Florida State offers the challenges and assets to prepare me for my future endeavors. The values that your university establishes and embodies through its students are "Virus, Arts, Mores", or translated into strength, beauty, and character. These principles also apply to me. Mores signify character or tradition. There is no better example of this than when I first began to play sports. In second grade, my parents felt it was time to give football a try, since it was my first year it was flag football. Anyone who has ever played a sport will admit that sports have life lessons to teach and build character even from a young age. Especially, if you are the superstar on your seven-year-old flag football team. My first experience with a sport, was a good one, I was the child who seemed like everyone was his parent because all the adults were cheering for me. This influenced me and made me modest, being my best was just natural to me, and even today when I do something good in the classroom or in a sporting even I act with respect and modesty. Arts signifies intellectual beauty, such as skill and arts. I will be the first to admit that I am not very artistic, but I acquired many skills throughout my life. One being public speaking, since I am confident in my beliefs and abilities, I never worry when presenting in front of a large crowd. Last June, I ran for class treasurer, and had to tell over 300 hundred people including facility members, why I was qualified for the position. Due to my laid back and easy manner personality and speaking I inevitably won. Just recently I was appointed as the team captain of my school basketball team, I possess leadership skills and always try to lead by example. This has gained me the respect of my teammates and peers because they know I am not only a great person but also a loyal friend and companion. Virus signifies all types of strength. If there were any part of my character I would call strong, it would be my mental strength. Being mentally strong allows me to persevere and have morals and commitments. With admiration of becoming a lawyer, having mental strength will serve me well, by being confident and knowing right from wrong I will succeed as a lawyer. Out of the three values, Virus is the most vital, because without growing, as a person is impossible. In Conclusion, I feel that this motto easily applies to me, through this process of answering your question, I have learned much about these values and how they apply to me. There is no doubt that I believe and stand for, the principles set forth by your university, and would fit well at Florida State. Florida State has much to offer and obviously establish character into its student. I feel that Florida State is perfect and would give me the best opportunities to succeed in my future endeavors.
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"There is one who leads and there is one who follows." This sentence is my father's favorite motto. My father is an entrepreneur who started a company that produces brassieres according to orders from name brand companies and enjoys his business connection's confidence and trust. Also, as a pioneer, my father tried to create better designs to give customers 'more comfortable' and 'newer'. In consequent, he obtained several patents on his invention of advanced technique in producing brassieres after he overcame hundreds times of failure and his disadvantage from his sex. Furthermore, my father is never content with his successes and never stops to take risks to achieve more in order to be a respectable leader. I knew my father as a hardworking and successful entrepreneur. After I decided to major in Business Administration, my father started telling me a lot of experiences he has ever had during his career. The more I heard about the business world from my father, the more I wondered about the real business world because my inexperienced ego to be an entrepreneur was vague. One day, while my curiosity about the real business world was increasing, I was offered by my father to work in his company on the weekends and I took the opportunity without hesitating to get rid of my curiosity about the real business world. For the first few weeks, I had watched and learned what and how the company produces. I did not spend time in the company with my father rather with other employees. The more I worked in the company, the more I saw my father as the president of the company. My father was not a just hardworking entrepreneur but he was a truly devotional leader. In Korea, almost all manufacturing companies hire many immigrant employees from Southeast Asia because they work at low. Like other companies, more than half of all employees who work for my father's company are immigrants. It is not unusual that immigrant employees suffer certain degrees of discrimination in Korean working conditions. In face of the problem that Korean working circumstances have, my father sincerely took care of and tried to find his own ways to cope with immigrant employees. My father treated immigrant employees on the same footing with Korean employees and he encouraged all employees to work harmoniously. In order to do that, my father took the lead in getting along and spending times with immigrant employees. My father ate lunch or dinner with them at least once a day and made jokes to relieve their intense and anxiety. Occasionally, he talked privately to randomly chosen person to know what they thought about or how the company could improve their working conditions. Moreover, he even built a dormitory near the company for some employees who could not afford their house regardless of reasons or excuses. Based on my experience for one year in the company, I had witnessed that the company became internally stronger and more cooperative. My father's company is not as big as 'Samsung' or 'LG'. Also, my father cannot be like Bill Gates or Warren Edward Buffett. However, I believe my father has opened his own path. And I count on the fact that passion, devotion and efforts that my father has put on his work make him a great entrepreneur and an excellent and respectable leader. As a witness to my father's career and devotion, there is no choice except that I admire my father. The opportunity to work in the company was my second turning point of my life to shape what kind of leader that I can be.
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"There is one who leads and there is one who follows." This sentence is my father's favorite motto. My father is an entrepreneur who started a company that produces brassieres according to orders from name brand companies and enjoys his business connection's confidence and trust. Also, as a pioneer, my father tried to create better designs to give customers 'more comfortable' and 'newer'. In consequent, he obtained several patents on his invention of advanced technique in producing brassieres after he overcame hundreds times of failure and his disadvantage from his sex. Furthermore, my father is never content with his successes and never stops to take risks to achieve more in order to be a respectable leader. I knew my father as a hardworking and successful entrepreneur. After I decided to major in Business Administration, my father started telling me a lot of experiences he has ever had during his career. The more I heard about the business world from my father, the more I wondered about the real business world because my inexperienced ego to be an entrepreneur was vague. One day, while my curiosity about the real business world was increasing, I was offered by my father to work in his company on the weekends and I took the opportunity without hesitating to get rid of my curiosity about the real business world. For the first few weeks, I had watched and learned what and how the company produces. I did not spend time in the company with my father rather with other employees. The more I worked in the company, the more I saw my father as the president of the company. My father was not a just hardworking entrepreneur, but he was a truly devotional leader. In Korea, almost all manufacturing companies hire many immigrant employees from Southeast Asia because they work at low. Like other companies, more than half of all employees who work for my father's company are immigrants. It is not unusual that immigrant employees suffer certain degrees of discrimination in Korean working conditions. In face of the problem that Korean working circumstances have, my father sincerely took care of and tried to find his own ways to cope with immigrant employees. My father treated immigrant employees on the same footing with Korean employees, and he encouraged all employees to work harmoniously. In order to do that, my father took the lead in getting along and spending times with immigrant employees. My father ate lunch or dinner with them at least once a day and made jokes to relieve their intense and anxiety. Occasionally, he talked privately to randomly chosen person to know what they thought about or how the company could improve their working conditions. Moreover, he even built a dormitory near the company for some employees who could not afford their house regardless of reasons or excuses. Based on my experience for one year in the company, I had witnessed that the company became internally stronger and more cooperative. My father's company is not as big as 'Samsung' or 'LG'. Also, my father cannot be like Bill Gates or Warren Edward Buffett. However, I believe my father has opened his own path. And I count on the fact that passion, devotion and efforts that my father has put on his work make him a great entrepreneur and an excellent and respectable leader. As a witness to my father's career and devotion, there is no choice except that I admire my father. The opportunity to work in the company was my second turning point of my life to shape what kind of leader that I can be.
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"Please choose one of your activities or another experience you would like to share and provide a short description of its importance to you. Include why that commitment could be relevant to your student experience at Penn State." This summer I attended the Summer Study program at Penn State University. I spent six and a half weeks in this "pre- college" program at the University Park campus. As students in the Summer Study program, we boarded in Shunk Hall with a roommate just as we will in college. I loved living in Shunk Hall and eating in Pollock Commons. The food in the dining hall definitely exceeded my expectations. As part of the program, I attended "Introductory to Criminology" in the Willard Building. I really enjoyed this class because the the was not a boring lecture, but an engaging discussion led by instructor, Laine Briddell. Also, I had great classmates who all voiced their different and persuasive opinions. Because of this experience I am sure that Penn State University is the right college for me to attend. I can picture myself studying in the enormous Paterno library, cheering on the Nittany Lions at Beaver Stadium and just hanging out in State College. Also, I will not be very nervous coming to college as a freshman because I have already previewed life at Penn State and absolutely loved it.
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"Please choose one of your activities or another experience you would like to share and provide a short description of its importance to you. Include why that commitment could be relevant to your student experience at Penn State." This summer I attended the Summer Study program at Penn State University. I spent six and a half weeks in this "pre-college" program at the University Park campus. As students in the Summer Study program, we boarded in Sunk Hall with a roommate just as we will in college. I loved living in Sunk Hall and eating in Pollock Commons. The food in the dining hall definitely exceeded my expectations. As part of the program, I attended "Introductory to Criminology" in the Willard Building. I really enjoyed this class because the was not a boring lecture, but an engaging discussion led by instructor, Line Liddell. Also, I had great classmates who all voiced their different and persuasive opinions. Because of this experience I am sure that Penn State University is the right college for me to attend. I can picture myself studying in the enormous Pattern library, cheering on the Nittany Lions at Beaver Stadium and just hanging out in State College. Also, I will not be very nervous coming to college as a freshman because I have already previewed life at Penn State and absolutely loved it.
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I would like to know if i head toward the right direction? Thanks! The adrenaline was rushing through my body as my heartbeat sped up during my warm up. My arms numb and my legs were fragile like glass preparing to fall and break. It was time; we had to walk towards the start line. Flag up, then down! Go! We all ran up like a stampede of animals pushing and shoving attempting to get to the front. The first mile was fine, nice and smooth like any other but then my ankle pain reappeared. A strong and sharp pain struck my ankle and I suddenly felt like giving up. But then as I began to walk I heard a shout from the crowd, "Ixchel!" I looked up and saw my light, thin coach cheering me on. I shouted back "it hurts I have to stop! I'm giving up." At that moment I saw her face in disappointment and suddenly it hit me. I had to keep going, keep looking forward and not give up. I had to reach the finish line. It was cross country league finals. Pierce College looked a little fuller than usual as more than twenty schools were there to compete. I spoke with my other teammates as we contemplated on the chance of moving on into running the city finals. I knew we could do it but only if we gave it our all. I just kept repeating to myself "never give up, don't give up". It was time for our warm up and I had to make sure to stretch my ankles and knees extra carefully so they wouldn't give me too much difficulty. I counted down the seconds although it seemed like an eternity to my race. I was nervous! I saw kids covered in water, dripping in sweat, wrenching in their own perspiration. They were done, they had finished their race. Their nightmare was over, now it was my turn. I walked towards the start line. I desperately looked around for my coach and then I finally spotted her. I looked right towards her and said; "I don't think I can do it, it's too hard." She smiled and said "there is no such thing."It was time, I had to get prepared. The flag goes up and then slowly down. Let's Go! I began as usual not sprinting my first mile but setting my pace. I ran one circle around the field, I was getting closer to the sign that said two miles, but then out of no where a sharp pain attacked my ankle. I knew this pain, it would come and go during so many prior races but it just couldn't happen in this one. I kept jogging trying not to give up but I just couldn't I wanted to give up. However, all the training, all the scrapes and cuts, all the practice, it was worth it I knew I had to keep going. As I ran behind my school rivals I began to make my way through them one by one. I left them behind and before I knew it I had finished the race. Not only that but I got sixth place in league! After my race I ran to my coach yelling "I did it! I did it!" repeating it over and over again. I was still soaked with sweat all over my body although I didn't care because nothing else besides the fact that I had finished mattered. My coach just grinned and said "I knew you would, you're a strong athlete and always life up to your challenges." A grin came across my face I knew we had made it to city and not only that but we won league! As we received the trophy's I sensed that tears were coming down my cheeks. It was the first trophy I had ever earned. In the end of my race I had realized that although many times I want to give up in life I just can't. I have to fight for what I want and if I want to win I must try hard. Throughout my life I know that plenty of things will get in the way in order to scare me off but I mustn't lose hope. If I fall and make a mistake I can't back down I have to fix the mistake and move onto fixing another mistake. That's just how things are learned and winning sixth place and league helped me realize this. I am a dedicated, strong and hard worker.
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I would like to know if I head toward the right direction? Thanks! The adrenaline was rushing through my body as my heartbeat sped up during my warm-up. My arms numb and my legs were fragile like glass preparing to fall and break. It was time; we had to walk towards the start line. Flag up, then down! Go! We all ran up like a stampede of animals pushing and shoving attempting to get to the front. The first mile was fine, nice and smooth like any other but then my ankle pain reappeared. A strong and sharp pain struck my ankle and I suddenly felt like giving up. But then as I began to walk I heard a shout from the crowd, "Inches!" I looked up and saw my light, thin coach cheering me on. I shouted back "it hurts I have to stop! Furthermore, I'm giving up." At that moment I saw her face in disappointment, and suddenly it hit me. I had to keep going, keep looking forward and not give up. I had to reach the finish line. It was cross-country league finals. Pierce College looked a little fuller than usual as more than twenty schools were there to compete. I spoke with my other teammates as we contemplated on the chance of moving on into running the city finals. I knew we could do it but only if we gave it our all. Furthermore, I just kept repeating to myself "never give up, don't give up". It was time for our warm-up and I had to make sure to stretch my ankles and knees extra carefully, so they wouldn't give me too much difficulty. I counted down the seconds, although it seemed like an eternity to my race. I was nervous! Furthermore, I saw kids covered in water, dripping in sweat, wrenching in their own perspiration. They were done, they had finished their race. Their nightmare was over, now it was my turn. I walked towards the start line. I desperately looked around for my coach, and then I finally spotted her. Furthermore, I looked right towards her and said; "I don't think I can do it, it's too hard." She smiled and said "there is no such thing." It was time, I had to get prepared. The flag goes up and then slowly down. Let's Go! I began as usual not sprinting my first mile but setting my pace. I ran one circle around the field, I was getting closer to the sign that said two miles, but then out of nowhere a sharp pain attacked my ankle. Furthermore, I knew this pain, it would come and go during so many prior races, but it just couldn't happen in this one. Furthermore, I kept jogging trying not to give up, but I just couldn't, I wanted to give up. However, all the training, all the scrapes and cuts, all the practice, it was worth it knew I had to keep going. As I ran behind my school rivals I began to make my way through them one by one. I left them behind, and before I knew it I had finished the race. Not only that but I got sixth place in league! After my race I ran to my coach yelling "I did it! I did it!" repeating it over and over again. I was still soaked with sweat all over my body, although I didn't care because nothing else besides the fact that I had finished mattered. My coach just grinned and said "I knew you would, you're a strong athlete and always life up to your challenges." A grin came across my face I knew we had made it to city and not only that, but we won league! As we received the trophies I sensed that tears were coming down my cheeks. It was the first trophy I had ever earned. In the end of my race I had realized that although many times I want to give up in life I just can't. I have to fight for what I want and if I want to win I must try hard. Throughout my life I know that plenty of things will get in the way in order to scare me off, but I mustn't lose hope. If I fall and make a mistake I can't back down I have to fix the mistake and move onto fixing another mistake. That's just how things are learned and winning sixth place and league helped me realize this. I am a dedicated, strong and hard worker.
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What is your intended major? Discuss how your interest in the subject developed and describe any experiences you have in the field - such as volunteer work, internships, and employment, participation in student organizations and activities- and what you have gained from your involvement. > Would it be better if I start the essay " My intended major is ...."?or should I start with a story that I'm going to write and address my major in the middle or end? Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution, or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are. I have two experiences to write about in mind and don't know which to choose. One is about my life after I came to US two years ago ( how challenging it was in the beginning and how I handle the situation ), and second one is about my 3 year of volunteering ( I worked with physically and mentally handicapped children. I can write about what I learned from it ) experience in high school. Which one would be more appropriate for the promt? Which one is going to show more who I am?
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What is your intended major? Discuss how your interest in the subject developed and describe any experiences you have in the field - such as volunteer work, internships, and employment, participation in student organizations and activities- and what you have gained from your involvement. Sgt; Would it be better if I start the essay" My intended major is ...."?or should I start with a story that I'm going to write and address my major in the middle or end? Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution, or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are. I have two experiences to write about in mind and don't know which to choose. One is about my life after I came to US two years ago (how challenging it was in the beginning and how I handle the situation), and second one is about my 3 year of volunteering (I worked with physically and mentally handicapped children. I can write about what I learned from it) experience in high school. Which one would be more appropriate for the promo? Which one is going to show more who I am?
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Many people advise me not to write gastronomy as an extracurricular in a collage application. I should better "write about my achievements in Creative Writing competitions and about the hard physics extracurricular I enjoy attending..." But for me, gastronomy is much more than just a hobby or an extracurricular. It is one of my greatest passions. Everytime there is a course in an academy, I attend it. I love learning new techniques - and apply these from a different chef's point of view each time. And every weekend, I experiment and create new dishes for my family. I recreate new ones- interpret them in my own way or come up with an entirely new concept. With gastronomy, I feel my creativity has no boundaries and that there will always be endless possibilities to try out. It remains the sole kind of art that everyone, with no exception, likes. Many people advise me not to write gastronomy as an extracurricular in a collage application. I should better "write about my achievements in Creative Writing competitions and about the hard physics extracurricular I enjoy attending..." But for me, gastronomy is much more than just a hobby or an extracurricular. It is one of my greatest passions. Everytime there is a course in an academy, I attend it. I love learning new techniques - and apply these from a different chef's point of view each time. And every weekend, I experiment and create new dishes for my family. I recreate new ones- interpret them in my own way or come up with an entirely new concept. With gastronomy, I feel my creativity has no boundaries and that there will always be endless possibilities to try out. It remains the sole kind of art that everyone, with no exception, likes.
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Many people advise me not to write gastronomy as an extracurricular in a collage application. I should better "write about my achievements in Creative Writing competitions and about the hard physics extracurricular I enjoy attending..." But for me, gastronomy is much more than just a hobby or an extracurricular. It is one of my greatest passions. Every time there is a course in an academy, I attend it. I love learning new techniques - and apply these from a different chef's point of view each time. And every weekend, I experiment and create new dishes for my family. I recreate new ones-interpret them in my own way or come up with an entirely new concept. With gastronomy, I feel my creativity has no boundaries and that there will always be endless possibilities to try out. It remains the sole kind of art that everyone, with no exception, likes. Many people advise me not to write gastronomy as an extracurricular in a collage application. I should better "write about my achievements in Creative Writing competitions and about the hard physics extracurricular I enjoy attending..." But for me, gastronomy is much more than just a hobby or an extracurricular. It is one of my greatest passions. Every time there is a course in an academy, I attend it. I love learning new techniques - and apply these from a different chef's point of view each time. And every weekend, I experiment and create new dishes for my family. I recreate new ones-interpret them in my own way or come up with an entirely new concept. With gastronomy, I feel my creativity has no boundaries and that there will always be endless possibilities to try out. It remains the sole kind of art that everyone, with no exception, likes.
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Prompt: Elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities. "Maugham?""Correct!"Cheers go up from around me, the sounds of my Brain Bowl teammates' exultations. Even the captain of our team, normally stoic, is all smiles as he tells his friend, "We won because of the best buzz ever!" As we leave the room, I breathe a huge sigh of relief. In that instant, I saw potency in my own knowledge as clearly as I saw my teammates' capabilities. As we left the room, I knew that we could do anything we set out to---and I was right. That win led to another, and another, until that glorious day when we won our district championship.
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Prompt: Elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities. "Maugham?"" Correct!" Cheers go up from around me, the sounds of my Brain Bowl teammates' exultation. Even the captain of our team, normally Stoic, is all smiles as he tells his friend, "We won because of the best buzz ever!" As we leave the room, I breathe a huge sigh of relief. In that instant, I saw potency in my own knowledge as clearly as I saw my teammates' capabilities. As we left the room, I knew that we could do anything we set out to---and I was right. That win led to another, and another, until that glorious day when we won our district championship.
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Looking at my college choices FSU is the perfect fit. Now, I find myself applying to your college and I'm faced with the challenge of explaining to you how one of the values in the college's motto are reflected in my life. In deliberating on the subject, I believe I best embody the values of Artes. I've been blessed through my high school experience in having the opportunity to mentor children. For the past two summers I've worked at Hedrick Recreation Center in Fort Walton Beach, Florida as a camp counselor. I put my heart and soul into my job and made sure the children were always safe and having a wonderful time. One time I can remember being especially touched when one of my children, Shane, turned to me on the bus ride back from a field trip and told me, "This has been the best day I ever had!", I was almost in tears after hearing this. I wanted nothing more for the children than to build fond memories of the camp that I had from when I went to Hedrick myself. I was also lucky enough to have the opportunity to work with special needs children at the summer camp. Angel, a girl with Downes syndrome, lived up to her name and brightened every day I spent at the camp. Up to this point, I had never met a young girl with so much love to give and such a cheerful disposition. Working with Angel taught me patience and also gave me a deep respect for her parents and the extra work that goes into raising a child with special needs. The two other special needs children I had, Jackson and Riley, also had a ton of love to give. Until I met them I never understood autism. Somedays they would love you and other days they wouldn't want anything to do with you; but I knew they both had hearts of gold. I've also put my mentoring ability to work by advising freshmen. I had a difficult time in my ninth grade year with balancing sports and academics. Being on both the school and traveling swim team coupled with my APHonors courseload I found myself overextended and stressed out. My first quarter of ninth grade grades reflect this, I had plenty of D's to show for it. After swim season was over my grades began improving and at the end of that year I passed both of my AP exams. I worked through the mistake I'd made in overloading myself and persevered. I've even had the opportunity to deliver a speech to the freshman class on the importance of balancing academics & extracurriculars. Working with the children at Hedrick was a total blessing. In addition to that fun there was also much adversity in my high school career that I've made it through and came out stronger. I hope to fulfill my college dream at FSU and I believe I embody what FSU is looking for
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Looking at my college choices FSU is the perfect fit. Now, I find myself applying to your college, and I'm faced with the challenge of explaining to you how one of the values in the college's motto are reflected in my life. In deliberating on the subject, I believe I best embody the values of Arts. I've been blessed through my high school experience in having the opportunity to mentor children. For the past two summers I've worked at Hendrick Recreation Center in Fort Walton Beach, Florida as a camp counselor. I put my heart and soul into my job and made sure the children were always safe and having a wonderful time. One time I can remember being especially touched when one of my children, Shane, turned to me on the bus ride back from a field trip and told me, "This has been the best day I ever had!", I was almost in tears after hearing this. I wanted nothing more for the children than to build fond memories of the camp that I had from when I went to Hendrick myself. I was also lucky enough to have the opportunity to work with special needs children at the summer camp. Angel, a girl with Downs syndrome, lived up to her name and brightened every day I spent at the camp. Up to this point, I had never met a young girl with so much love to give and such a cheerful disposition. Working with Angel taught me patience and also gave me a deep respect for her parents and the extra work that goes into raising a child with special needs. The two other special needs children I had, Jackson and Riley, also had a ton of love to give. Until I met them I never understood autism. Someday they would love you and other days they wouldn't want anything to do with you; but I knew they both had hearts of gold. I've also put my mentoring ability to work by advising freshmen. I had a difficult time in my ninth grade year with balancing sports and academics. Being on both the school and traveling swim team coupled with my Honors course load I found myself overextended and stressed out. My first quarter of ninth grade grades reflect this, I had plenty of D's to show for it. After swim season was over my grades began improving and at the end of that year I passed both of my AP exams. I worked through the mistake I'd made in overloading myself and persevered. I've even had the opportunity to deliver a speech to the freshman class on the importance of balancing academics camp; extracurriculars. Working with the children at Hendrick was a total blessing. In addition to that fun there was also much adversity in my high school career that I've made it through and came out stronger. I hope to fulfill my college dream at FSU and I believe I embody what FSU is looking for
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Mathematics and science and technology have always fascinated me right from my school. This immense interest led me to choose an undergraduate course in engineering, specifically Electronics and Communication Engineering. Since this course requires an extensive knowledge of applied science, computer science and mathematics, so I thought it would be a great opportunity to excel my interests. Furthermore, I believe that my educational background has instilled in me the qualities required to meet the rigor of this demanding profession. Graduation in Engineering has provided a strong foundation in Mathematics and Computer Programming. During the course of my Engineering education, I dealt with software part of the final year project. Because the project required extensive use of computer graphics, C programming language and MATLAB, it helped a lot in consolidating my programming skills, especially in C and C++-language. Thus, it inculcated in me problem solving and analytical abilities. Meanwhile, I also undertook several other courses like Calculus, Probability and Statistics, Thermodynamics and Heat Transfer , Fluid Mechanics, Organization Management and TES(Technology , Environment and Society), which have wide based application in Energy industry. So, I believe that my educational background has instilled in me the qualities required to meet the rigor of this demanding profession. This year, 2008, with the price hike in fossil fuel, the industrial and economic activities of slugged down globally, which was then followed by deep economic recession and financial disaster .In a developing country like Nepal, the situation was worst. So, in order to get rid of these situations for Nepal, who primarily depends upon imported fossil fuel to meet her energy demands, the government is initiating to make use of alternative energy sources. In Nepal, there is a huge potential for renewable energy such as hydropower, wind energy and solar energy. The initiation is also motivated by the growing concern over degrading environmental conditions, which is the denouement of extensive use of fossil fuel. Of the various energy sources, solar energy seems to be promising one for Nepal. Several researches have estimated the suitability of solar energy production in Nepal because of the high degree of solar exposure in most of the regions. Because most of the territories have topographic remoteness, the distribution of hydropower is costly and technically difficult. On the flip side, the solar energy has its advantage over other forms because of its simpler and cheaper production. For this reason, solar energy will be one of the fastest growing industries in Nepal within a few years. Even though some kind of small scales solar energy production units are currently under service, these are not as so much reliable and effective as that is desired. The production of solar energy in large scale requires extensive researches, which in turn requires high level of skill and cutting edge technology. In the future I see myself, as an Energy Engineer, actively involving in the research and design of solar energy production by incorporating cutting edge methodologies and sophisticated tools in order to cater to the above mentioned requirements. To achieve this I would like to gain exposure to the latest practices adopted in the field of Solar Engineering. To this end, I would want to work with a leading energy researching firm. I would like to bring this acquired expertise back to Nepal and use it to power nation with green energy. I strongly feel that the highly structured Master's program in Energy engineering at xxxxxxxxxxx will go a long way in preparing me for a successful career in the Energy industry. I am sure that exposure to cutting edge facilities, interaction with renowned faculty at your institution will help develop my knowledge and potential, explore my interests and help me to face global competition. It would be a great privilege to be able to do my graduate studies at xxxxxxxxxxxxxx. In the future I see myself, as an Energy Engineer, actively involving in the research and design of solar energy production by incorporating cutting edge methodologies and sophisticated tools in order to cater to the above mentioned requirements. To achieve this I would like to gain exposure to the latest practices adopted in the field of Solar Engineering. To this end, I would want to work with a leading energy researching firm. I would like to bring this acquired expertise back to Nepal and use it to power nation with green energy. I bring along a strong grasp of fundamentals of Energy, a penchant for teamwork and leadership and a zest for challenges. I would like to take with me in addition to the knowledge of the theory and practices in the field of Energy, a network of strong and lasting relationships with my teachers and fellow-students. I hope my background and qualifications are found suitable for admission to M.S in Energy Engineering program at xxxxxxxUniversity,
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Mathematics and science and technology have always fascinated me right from my school. This immense interest led me to choose an undergraduate course in engineering, specifically Electronics and Communication Engineering. Since this course requires an extensive knowledge of applied science, computer science and mathematics, so I thought it would be a great opportunity to excel my interests. Furthermore, I believe that my educational background has instilled in me the qualities required to meet the rigor of this demanding profession. Graduation in Engineering has provided a strong foundation in Mathematics and Computer Programming. During the course of my Engineering education, I dealt with software part of the final year project. Because the project required extensive use of computer graphics, C programming language and MATLAB, it helped a lot in consolidating my programming skills, especially in C and C++-language. Thus, it inculcated in me problem-solving and analytical abilities. Meanwhile, I also undertook several other courses like Calculus, Probability and Statistics, Thermodynamics and Heat Transfer, Fluid Mechanics, Organization Management and TES(Technology, Environment and Society), which have wide based application in Energy industry. So, I believe that my educational background has instilled in me the qualities required to meet the rigor of this demanding profession. This year, 2008, with the price hike in fossil fuel, the industrial and economic activities of slugged down globally, which was then followed by deep economic recession and financial disaster. In a developing country like Nepal, the situation was worst. So, in order to get rid of these situations for Nepal, who primarily depends upon imported fossil fuel to meet her energy demands, the government is initiating to make use of alternative energy sources. In Nepal, there is a huge potential for renewable energy such as hydropower, wind energy and solar energy. The initiation is also motivated by the growing concern over degrading environmental conditions, which is the dénouement of extensive use of fossil fuel. Of the various energy sources, solar energy seems to be promising one for Nepal. Several researches have estimated the suitability of solar energy production in Nepal because of the high degree of solar exposure in most of the regions. Because most of the territories have topographic remoteness, the distribution of hydropower is costly and technically difficult. On the flip side, the solar energy has its advantage over other forms because of its simpler and cheaper production. For this reason, solar energy will be one of the fastest growing industries in Nepal within a few years. Even though some kind of small scales solar energy production units are currently under service, these are not as so much reliable and effective as that is desired. The production of solar energy in large scale requires extensive researches, which in turn requires high level of skill and cutting edge technology. In the future I see myself, as an Energy Engineer, actively involving in the research and design of solar energy production by incorporating cutting edge methodologies and sophisticated tools in order to cater to the above-mentioned requirements. To achieve this I would like to gain exposure to the latest practices adopted in the field of Solar Engineering. To this end, I would want to work with a leading energy researching firm. I would like to bring this acquired expertise back to Nepal and use it to power nation with green energy. I strongly feel that the highly structured Master's program in Energy engineering at xxxxxxxxxxx will go a long way in preparing me for a successful career in the Energy industry. Furthermore, I am sure that exposure to cutting edge facilities, interaction with renowned faculty at your institution will help develop my knowledge and potential, explore my interests and help me to face global competition. It would be a great privilege to be able to do my graduate studies at xxxxxxxxxxxxxx. In the future I see myself, as an Energy Engineer, actively involving in the research and design of solar energy production by incorporating cutting edge methodologies and sophisticated tools in order to cater to the above-mentioned requirements. To achieve this I would like to gain exposure to the latest practices adopted in the field of Solar Engineering. To this end, I would want to work with a leading energy researching firm. I would like to bring this acquired expertise back to Nepal and use it to power nation with green energy. I bring along a strong grasp of fundamentals of Energy, a penchant for teamwork and leadership and a zest for challenges. Furthermore, I would like to take with me in addition to the knowledge of the theory and practices in the field of Energy, a network of strong and lasting relationships with my teachers and fellow-students. Furthermore, I hope my background and qualifications are found suitable for admission to M. S in Energy Engineering program at xxxxxxxUniversity,
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Not knowing exactly what to do, I called my friend Prathvin, whom I was supposed to meet before the cat fiasco occurred. He agreed to help, and biked over to offer his assistance. We decided we needed to move Sebastian out of the road to prevent an accident from occurring. Prathvin, being terrified of cats, awarded me the full responsibility of this mission. Acting carefully to avoid further injury to Sebastian, I carried him down the road to a friend's house to get supplies and plan our next step. Despite his injury, Sebastian purred while I carried him and clung to me like a small child. Although my friend was not home, her mom lent us her cat carrier and gave us directions to the Humane Society. Thanking her profusely, we set off to get Sebastian medical attention. This proved to be considerably harder than expected. After missing the exit for the Humane Society, and hearing Sebastian object loudly throughout the car ride, we finally arrived, only to discover the Humane Society was closed. Refusing to accept this agonizing discovery, we fervently knocked at the door until a frazzled employee eventually answered. Rejecting our heart-wrenching story, he thrust a flyer for the Emergency Animal Hospital at us then slammed the door. Sebastian meowed plaintively and we knew we had to go. My car clock now read 11:45pm. I was driving after curfew in an unfamiliar environment with an injured cat and a tired Prathvin. It seemed as if we would never make it to our final destination. We were lost, frustrated, and ready to give up. At long last the lights of the hospital appeared before us. A woman greeted us as we entered. She gave me a form, and said that by dropping Sebastian off, we relinquished all rights to him. Though I wanted to get Sebastian medical care, I had become attached to him. In the end I realized that they would be able to help Sebastian more than I could. I signed the form and looked at Sebastian for the last time. Although I was not able to keep Sebastian or even find out if he survived, I know I made the right decision. I am proud of my dedication and perseverance despite the countless obstacles I faced that night. This experience illustrates my approach to difficult situations I encounter in the other aspects of my life. When I face a problem, I keep going until I find an appropriate solution and try my best to adapt that solution to benefit all those involved.
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Not knowing exactly what to do, I called my friend Protein, whom I was supposed to meet before the cat fiasco occurred. He agreed to help, and biked over to offer his assistance. We decided we needed to move Sebastian out of the road to prevent an accident from occurring. Protein, being terrified of cats, awarded me the full responsibility of this mission. Acting carefully to avoid further injury to Sebastian, I carried him down the road to a friend's house to get supplies and plan our next step. Despite his injury, Sebastian purred while I carried him and clung to me like a small child. Although my friend was not home, her mom lent us her cat carrier and gave us directions to the Humane Society. Thanking her profusely, we set off to get Sebastian medical attention. This proved to be considerably harder than expected. After missing the exit for the Humane Society, and hearing Sebastian object loudly throughout the car ride, we finally arrived, only to discover the Humane Society was closed. Refusing to accept this agonizing discovery, we fervently knocked at the door until a frazzled employee eventually answered. Rejecting our heart-wrenching story, he thrust a flyer for the Emergency Animal Hospital at us then slammed the door. Sebastian meowed plaintively, and we knew we had to go. My car clock now read 11:45pm. I was driving after curfew in an unfamiliar environment with an injured cat and a tired Protein. It seemed as if we would never make it to our final destination. We were lost, frustrated, and ready to give up. At long last the lights of the hospital appeared before us. A woman greeted us as we entered. She gave me a form, and said that by dropping Sebastian off, we relinquished all rights to him. Though I wanted to get Sebastian medical care, I had become attached to him. In the end I realized that they would be able to help Sebastian more than I could. I signed the form and looked at Sebastian for the last time. Although I was not able to keep Sebastian or even find out if he survived, I know I made the right decision. I am proud of my dedication and perseverance despite the countless obstacles I faced that night. This experience illustrates my approach to difficult situations I encounter in the other aspects of my life. When I face a problem, I keep going until I find an appropriate solution and try my best to adapt that solution to benefit all those involved.
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**I wrote only about artes. I am not sure if i was completely able to explain how it is reflected in my life. Or if it was just too much? comments please? Without the sole existance of art in my life, I would be a completely different individual than the one I am today. Music is my passion, my motivating force, and the element that keeps me grounded. Theater is my escape from reality, the chance to be a different person, the chance to shine. Art is a wonderful refined form of expression that has truly shaped my life. Since I was three years old singing has been my number one form of enjoyment. I began singing in a choral ensemble at the tender age of seven and have not stopped since. The mere sound of a sweet melody brings me instant gratification. Personally music is not only a labor of love, but a dedication. Throughout the years I have aimed to improve musically, whether it is sight reading to vocal quality. I think of music as more than a hobby; I plan minoring in music while attending Florida State University and majoring in International Studies Author Victor Hugo once said, "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." Music is my outlet for self expression, my form of emotional catharsis. Simply sitting in the silence of my room writing songs on my guitar, where I am my own audience not only releases creative energy but allows me to express what I cannot say in words alone. Between the stress of AP classes, a job, and my chaotic family, composing my own music is a tool I am able to utilize to release creative energy and achieve self expression. Art is not only reflected in the songs I have sang but the shows I have acted in. I was always a spectator, watching the musicals I only imagined being a part of. That aspiration became reality my junior year of high school when I managed to recieve a lead role in "Annie". I will never forget my racing heart, my shaking hands, and the bright lights as I walked onto the stage opening night. After the nerves passed intense exhiliration ran through my veins and I realized how passionate I was about the art. Participating in plays in musicals made me an all together more confident person. I am no longer afraid of public speaking or what others may think. Acting has opened up several oppurtunities to improve as a person; I am more confident, secure, and outgoing after the experiences I have gained working in theater. The presence of art in my life has left positive impressions on me as an individual. Art, whether music or theater, has made me the confident, driven, dedicated person I am today; the qualities that I believe would help me fit perfectly into the Florida State community.
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**I wrote only about arts. I am not sure if I was completely able to explain how it is reflected in my life. Or if it was just too much? Comments please? Without the sole existence of art in my life, I would be a completely different individual than the one I am today. Music is my passion, my motivating force, and the element that keeps me grounded. Theater is my escape from reality, the chance to be a different person, the chance to shine. Art is a wonderful refined form of expression that has truly shaped my life. Since I was three years old singing has been my number one form of enjoyment. I began singing in a choral ensemble at the tender age of seven and have not stopped since. The mere sound of a sweet melody brings me instant gratification. Personally music is not only a labor of love, but a dedication. Throughout the years I have aimed to improve musically, whether it is sight-reading to vocal quality. I think of music as more than a hobby; I plan minoring in music while attending Florida State University and majoring in International Studies Author Victor Hugo once said, "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." Music is my outlet for self-expression, my form of emotional catharsis. Simply sitting in the silence of my room writing songs on my guitar, where I am my own audience not only releases creative energy but allows me to express what I cannot say in words alone. Between the stress of AP classes, a job, and my chaotic family, composing my own music is a tool I am able to utilize to release creative energy and achieve self-expression. Art is not only reflected in the songs I have sang but the shows I have acted in. I was always a spectator, watching the musicals I only imagined being a part of. That aspiration became reality my junior year of high school when I managed to receive a lead role in "Annie". I will never forget my racing heart, my shaking hands, and the bright lights as I walked onto the stage opening night. After the nerves passed intense exhilaration ran through my veins and I realized how passionate I was about the art. Participating in plays in musicals made me an all together more confident person. I am no longer afraid of public speaking or what others may think. Acting has opened up several opportunities to improve as a person; I am more confident, secure, and outgoing after the experiences I have gained working in theater. The presence of art in my life has left positive impressions on me as an individual. Art, whether music or theater, has made me the confident, driven, dedicated person I am today; the qualities that I believe would help me fit perfectly into the Florida State community.
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Here is my essay: In the summer of 2007, I visited India to tour around my birthplace and visit my family. I was thrilled to meet all my relatives and visit my old school. I visited all my old teachers and classrooms, nostalgic about my life before coming to the United States. I had a chance to talk to all my old teachers and friends. They shared their experiences about the changes in Indian schools and education. Visiting my past gave me an opportunity to reflect on the influence that education in India had on me. I now realize that the Indian education system has greatly impacted my decisions and opinions, giving me the essential tools to succeed in life. Education in my early life established a pathway which I could walk for the rest of my life. In India, education is considered as one of most important things provided to a person. It costs several thousand rupees to send one child to school. Without money, to go to school, children would have to accompany their parents to work and would have an extremely difficult time even to go to college. The education system itself is very demanding of the student. Children spend most of their time completing homework or studying for a test. When my relatives call, they ask "How are your studies going?" to make sure that I am keeping education my top priority. This kind of rigorous education molds a person to be hard-working, organized, and competitive. This education system in India implanted in me the tools to grow in the United States. Comparing the education systems in the US and in India, I see that the United States has more opportunities in higher education. Here, students can take advantage of numerous scholarships and opportunities offered in college. The lack of these supplies for many prospective students in India influences me to make education my top priority. Being a multicultural student, I have become even more motivated to make an impact on society because of having a wider exposure to challenged peers and my own experiences in India. The Indian society which I came from has greatly impacted me. Its education system has given me skills that I can use for the rest of my life. I have been given resources that many people in India do not have access to, which has encouraged me to use these resources to its full potential. With the knowledge I will gain from the University of California, I someday hope to return and help the world which has given me the greatest luxury of all, education. I believe that the problem with this is that I describe the world i came from but there is not too many about me...I need help fixing that. If you guys have any other suggestion, please do not hesitate to say it.
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Here is my essay: In the summer of 2007, I visited India to tour around my birthplace and visit my family. I was thrilled to meet all my relatives and visit my old school. I visited all my old teachers and classrooms, nostalgic about my life before coming to the United States. Furthermore, I had a chance to talk to all my old teachers and friends. They shared their experiences about the changes in Indian schools and education. Visiting my past gave me an opportunity to reflect on the influence that education in India had on me. I now realize that the Indian education system has greatly impacted my decisions and opinions, giving me the essential tools to succeed in life. Education in my early life established a pathway which I could walk for the rest of my life. In India, education is considered as one of most important things provided to a person. It costs several thousand rupees to send one child to school. Without money, to go to school, children would have to accompany their parents to work and would have an extremely difficult time even to go to college. The education system itself is very demanding of the student. Children spend most of their time completing homework or studying for a test. When my relatives call, they ask "How are your studies going?" to make sure that I am keeping education my top priority. This kind of rigorous education molds a person to be hard-working, organized, and competitive. This education system in India implanted in me the tools to grow in the United States. Comparing the education systems in the US and in India, I see that the United States has more opportunities in higher education. Here, students can take advantage of numerous scholarships and opportunities offered at college. The lack of these supplies for many prospective students in India influences me to make education my top priority. Being a multicultural student, I have become even more motivated to make an impact on society because of having a wider exposure to challenged peers and my own experiences in India. The Indian society which I came from has greatly impacted me. Its education system has given me skills that I can use for the rest of my life. I have been given resources that many people in India do not have access to, which has encouraged me to use these resources to its full potential. With the knowledge I will gain from the University of California, I someday hope to return and help the world which has given me the greatest luxury of all, education. I believe that the problem with this is that I describe the world I came from, but there is not too many about me... I need help fixing that. If you guys have any other suggestion, please do not hesitate to say it.
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To begin with, all students face a significant amount of stress due to various factors. Many aspects of life, as well as the stress that comes with it, can all impact the physical and emotional health of an individual. Therefore, everyone should have some ways to reduce stress and maintain good health and keep there sanity. For instance, swimming is a great aerobic exercise that is very useful in combating stress. Stress relief with swimming is a really wonderful way of relieving stress. It can be very relaxing when done at a slow pace, gliding through the water, and it can be a physical work-out when going full speed practicing the front crawl. As an illustration, the focus I put into swimming helps me unwind during a long day or after a final exam. Moreover, while swimming, I focus attention on my body and physical self which allows a break from my mind. This 'break' allows my mind to rest and to gain perspective. Sometimes the best way of solving a problem is to not think about it! Have you ever found it impossible to think of a word and no matter how hard you try you can't remember it? Ten minutes later when you're washing the car 'Bang' the word comes to you! Relieving stress with swimming has the same effect. By focusing on something other than our minds we allow clear thinking to arrive. The stressful situation becomes much more manageable once we have had a break. Furthermore, swimming also requires a lot of coordination and effort to stop ourselves from sinking. This effort and concentration means that you can't (even if you wanted to) think of anything else.
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To begin with, all students face a significant amount of stress due to various factors. Many aspects of life, as well as the stress that comes with it, can all impact the physical and emotional health of an individual. Therefore, everyone should have some ways to reduce stress and maintain good health and keep there sanity. For instance, swimming is a great aerobic exercise that is very useful in combating stress. Stress relief with swimming is a really wonderful way of relieving stress. It can be very relaxing when done at a slow pace, gliding through the water, and it can be a physical work-out when going full speed practicing the front crawl. As an illustration, the focus I put into swimming helps me unwind during a long day or after a final exam. Moreover, while swimming, I focus attention on my body and physical self which allows a break from my mind. This 'break' allows my mind to rest and to gain perspective. Sometimes the best way of solving a problem is to not think about it! Have you ever found it impossible to think of a word and no matter how hard you try you can't remember it? Ten minutes later when you're washing the car 'Bang' the word comes to you! Relieving stress with swimming has the same effect. By focusing on something other than our minds we allow clear thinking to arrive. The stressful situation becomes much more manageable once we have had a break. Furthermore, swimming also requires a lot of coordination and effort to stop ourselves from sinking. This effort and concentration means that you can't (even if you wanted to) think of anything else.
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Topic: Every country has its own unique and different custom. This custom has been practiced for generations and it is considered as part of the local culture. In my country, one of the traditional practice I would like other countries to adopt is to stay together and look after your own parents as they aged, instead of sending them to nursing home. Parents are the most important people in our life.They spent almost their life time in upbringing the offspring and supporting the children's education until tertiary school. Some even sponsor the children to study abroad, no matter how expensive it will be. There are some parents who have gone even further by planning a better life for young generation. For instance, my grandparents had spent a great portion of their hard earned saving to buy house and car for their son, which is my uncle,hoping to reduce commitment and burden of his life. In return, my uncle and his wife are looking after them as they aged. In addition, I grew up in a culture which emphasis on family value. I respect my parents as wise and experienced seniors who able to inspire younger generation, despite of aging and health problems. Moreover, parents provide unconditional love, support and some even forgo their careers in nurturing their children. It is particularly obvious in single parent family. What all parents hope in return is the same loving and caring treatment in their elderly life.It will be heartbreaking to parents knowing that they will be sent to nursing home, looking after by strangers and being away from all beloved grandchildren. In summary, we should appreciate the time spent together with our parents and provide the unconditional care to them, especially when the time they become older and need our accompany the most.
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Topic: Every country has its own unique and different custom. This custom has been practiced for generations, and it is considered as part of the local culture. In my country, one of the traditional practice I would like other countries to adopt is to stay together and look after your own parents as they aged, instead of sending them to nursing home. Parents are the most important people in our life. They spent almost their lifetime in upbringing the offspring and supporting the children's education until tertiary school. Some even sponsor the children to study abroad, no matter how expensive it will be. There are some parents who have gone even further by planning a better life for young generation. For instance, my grandparents had spent a great portion of their hard-earned saving to buy house and car for their son, which is my uncle, hoping to reduce commitment and burden of his life. In return, my uncle and his wife are looking after them as they aged. In addition, I grew up in a culture which emphasis on family value. I respect my parents as wise and experienced seniors who is a able to inspire younger generation, despite aging and health problems. Moreover, parents provide unconditional love, support and some even forgo their careers in nurturing their children. It is particularly obvious in single parent family. What all parents hope in return is the same loving and caring treatment in their elderly life. It will be heartbreaking to parents knowing that they will be sent to nursing home, looking after by strangers and being away from all beloved grandchildren. In summary, we should appreciate the time spent together with our parents and provide the unconditional care to them, especially when the time they become older and need our accompany the most.
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MY ESSAY: I can only imagine for immigrants to America, the difficulties and hardships they must face. My father and grandparents are immigrants to this nation we call the land of opportunity. I remember the stories of the hardships, the uncertainty of making ends meet. Fortunately, my father and grandparents were able to move from poor lower-class citizens to upper working middle-class status. However, the same cannot be said for many others. I recall a story my father had told me about a friend of his when growing up, after so many years had still been eating rotten vegetables. The significance of this was that the friend had been in America for years already but was getting sick from the food that he would have to find. Many come to live the American Dream, whatever that may be, but many also are unsuccessful. What I took from this was that it takes some luck and hard work to advance in society. My grandparents had an education less than that of a high school education, but were still able to find some work that helped put my parents, aunts and uncles through school. My parents tell me about how they had to work at such a young age to help their parents and siblings unlike me where I had never held a job. My parents had preferred that I focused on school instead of getting a job. For them, school was more important and hopefully in the end would lead to a great job. I get to live the life my parents did not have. I did not have to work like they did and get to enjoy the things I wanted. However, it came with the price of working hard in school and with that, I graduated top of my class. Much of our success in life comes from hard work and some luck. Many immigrants, especially after a generation or two are able to move up in society assuming they started from rock bottom. However some, like my father's friend, are not so lucky and remain in the poor status in society. On the other hand, my grandparents were able to give their children what they did not have, an education. My parents gave me what they did not have, an easygoing life with the joy of having most of what I wanted. The next step for me is to continue move up in the social ladder, but knowing that any unexpected event could always bring you down back to square one. Please be as critical, harsh, and honest with your review of my essay. How is the content and structure of the essay? Should I just rewrite another essay? Please be brutally honest and don't hold back I really want a great essay. And thanks for the help.
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MY ESSAY: I can only imagine for immigrants to America, the difficulties and hardships they must face. My father and grandparents are immigrants to this nation we call the land of opportunity. I remember the stories of the hardships, the uncertainty of making ends meet. Fortunately, my father and grandparents were able to move from poor lower-class citizens to upper working middle-class status. However, the same cannot be said for many others. I recall a story my father had told me about a friend of his when growing up, after so many years had still been eating rotten vegetables. The significance of this was that the friend had been in America for years already but was getting sick from the food that he would have to find. Many come to live the American Dream, whatever that may be, but many also are unsuccessful. What I took from this was that it takes some luck and hard work to advance in society. My grandparents had an education less than that of a high school education, but were still able to find some work that helped put my parents, aunts and uncles through school. My parents tell me about how they had to work at such a young age to help their parents and siblings unlike me where I had never held a job. My parents had preferred that I focused on school instead of getting a job. For them, school was more important and hopefully in the end would lead to a great job. I get to live the life my parents did not have. I did not have to work like they did and get to enjoy the things I wanted. However, it came with the price of working hard in school and with that, I graduated top of my class. Much of our success in life comes from hard work and some luck. Many immigrants, especially after a generation or two are able to move up in society assuming they started from rock bottom. However, some, like my father's friend, are not so lucky and remain in the poor status in society. On the other hand, my grandparents were able to give their children what they did not have, an education. My parents gave me what they did not have, an easygoing life with the joy of having most of what I wanted. The next step for me is to continue move up in the social ladder, but knowing that any unexpected event could always bring you down back to square one. Please be as critical, harsh, and honest with your review of my essay. How is the content and structure of the essay? Should I just rewrite another essay? Please be brutally honest and don't hold back I really want a great essay. And thanks for the help.
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Michael Driscoll continues his days as a seemingly ordinary high school student at Archmere Academy. During the day, he studies. During the night, he runs. During the weekend he read the new comic books for the week and spends time with his friends. However, many do not know the true nature behind this mysterious being. To get through his busy schedule and challenging agenda, he takes on the personas of those he reads about on a weekly basis in comic books. Michael Driscoll becomes more than a son, a brother, a student, a teammate, and a friend. He becomes a superhero among students. At school, Mr. Driscoll becomes the great mastermind behind the Dark Knight of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne. With this newfound analytic skill, engineering prowess, and mastery of the sciences, Michael easily adapts to the classroom environment. In AP Calculus BC and AP Physics, he uses his persona to attack the most challenging problems, just as Batman would pursue his most famed villain, the Joker. Continuing his journey through the school day, Mike tracks down themes and symbols in literature class and develops useful gadgets and contraptions in engineering class. He proceeds to use the strategies of Bruce Wayne to succeed throughout the day and enjoy the school environment. Michael Driscoll then leaves Archmere Academy successful in his quest to conquer new concepts and challenging tests. However, his day as a superhero is not yet over, as he continues down to the track for cross country practice. At cross country practice, Michael Driscoll dons his cross country uniform to become the lightning-fast Flash. During track workouts, he uses his powers of speed and agility during each timed interval in the desire to achieve negative splits. Then, during hill workouts, Mr. Driscoll attacks the seemingly insurmountable adversaries with unseen effort and strength during the lengthy surge. These workouts cumulate to the final test of heart and might in a race. During these monumental events, Michael calls upon the full limits of his running abilities in order to protect the reputation of his team from the epic blow of a defeat. It is not until Mike ensures that dignity and pride of his teammates that he allows himself to return to his human life. Of course, the ultimate persona of Michael Driscoll does not truly come to form until he interacts with his classmates. Concerning the various spectrums of social life, Mike Driscoll transforms himself into the undefeatable and limitless Superman. He uses this new persona not for the purpose of attacking those around him, but rather to break the boundaries of the stereotypical clichés. Michael Driscoll pushes past the almost impenetrable barrier of social groups in a desire to unite his classmates as one school. He shatters the representation of select people as losers, geeks, jocks, or brainiacs as he himself becomes a real-life representation of all of these concepts put together. He flies through each different social groups in order to acquaint himself with people of all different personalities and backgrounds and comes out triumphant against the villainy of stereotypes. With his task of uniting those around him complete, Mr. Driscoll heads home after a long and eventful day. At the end of the day, Michael Driscoll puts away his facades and recuperates himself after a hectic and challenging day. His personas encourage him to live his life to the fullest, all the while lending him wisdom and knowledge. They are his inspiration and guide through life's challenges. Who knows where these influences will lead him, but for now, Michael Driscoll will continue to live day in and day out under the inspiration of these select heroes whose escapades are an integral part of his life.
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Michael Driscoll continues his days as a seemingly ordinary high school student at Armchair Academy. During the day, he studies. During the night, he runs. During the weekend he read the new comic books for the week and spends time with his friends. However, many do not know the true nature behind this mysterious being. To get through his busy schedule and challenging agenda, he takes on the personas of those he reads about on a weekly basis in comic books. Michael Driscoll becomes more than a son, a brother, a student, a teammate, and a friend. He becomes a superhero among students. At school, Mr. Driscoll becomes the great mastermind behind The Dark Knight of Gotham City, Bruce Wayne. With this newfound analytic skill, engineering prowess, and mastery of the sciences, Michael easily adapts to the classroom environment. In AP Calculus BC and AP Physics, he uses his persona to attack the most challenging problems, just as Batman would pursue his most famed villain, the Joker. Continuing his journey through the school day, Mike tracks down themes and symbols in literature class and develops useful gadgets and contraptions in engineering class. He proceeds to use the strategies of Bruce Wayne to succeed throughout the day and enjoy the school environment. Michael Driscoll then leaves Armchair Academy successful in his quest to conquer new concepts and challenging tests. However, his day as a superhero is not yet over, as he continues down to the track for cross-country practice. At cross-country practice, Michael Driscoll dons his cross-country uniform to become the lightning-fast Flash. During track workouts, he uses his powers of speed and agility during each timed interval in the desire to achieve negative splits. Then, during hill workouts, Mr. Driscoll attacks the seemingly insurmountable adversaries with unseen effort and strength during the lengthy surge. These workouts cumulate to the final test of heart and might in a race. During these monumental events, Michael calls upon the full limits of his running abilities in order to protect the reputation of his team from the epic blow of a defeat. It is not until Mike ensures that dignity and pride of his teammates that he allows himself to return to his human life. Of course, the ultimate persona of Michael Driscoll does not truly come to form until he interacts with his classmates. Concerning the various spectrums of social life, Mike Driscoll transforms himself into the undefeatable and limitless Superman. He uses this new persona not for the purpose of attacking those around him, but rather to break the boundaries of the stereotypical clichés. Michael Driscoll pushes past the almost impenetrable barrier of social groups in a desire to unite his classmates as one school. He shatters the representation of select people as losers, geeks, jocks, or brains as he himself becomes a real-life representation of all of these concepts put together. He flies through each different social groups in order to acquaint himself with people of all different personalities and backgrounds and comes out triumphant against the villainy of stereotypes. With his task of uniting those around him complete, Mr. Driscoll heads home after a long and eventful day. At the end of the day, Michael Driscoll puts away his facades and recuperates himself after a hectic and challenging day. His personas encourage him to live his life to the fullest, all the while lending him wisdom and knowledge. They are his inspiration and guide through life's challenges. Who knows where these influences will lead him, but for now, Michael Driscoll will continue to live day in and day out under the inspiration of these select heroes whose escapades are an integral part of his life.
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For me, Cross Country has been one of the most exhilarating and worthwhile experiences throughout high school. The sport has truly taught me how to push myself to the limit. I know that no matter how tired I am and how much I want to give up and quit that I still have something left inside. This knowledge has not only helped me achieve success in running, but also in the classroom. In my junior and senior years, our team won the state championship. All the while, I have been able to maintain a Summa Cum Laude GPA in school. Cross Country has truly been an integral part of my life since my freshman year in high school. I have learned to push myself beyond what I ever thought I could do and thus gained a "can-do" attitude for other activities important in my life.
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For me, Cross Country has been one of the most exhilarating and worthwhile experiences throughout high school. The sport has truly taught me how to push myself to the limit. I know that no matter how tired I am and how much I want to give up and quit that I still have something left inside. This knowledge has not only helped me achieve success in running, but also in the classroom. In my junior and senior years, our team won the state championship. All the while, I have been able to maintain a Summa Cum Laude GPA in school. Cross Country has truly been an integral part of my life since my freshman year in high school. I have learned to push myself beyond what I ever thought I could do and thus gained a "can-do" attitude for other activities important in my life.
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-Im not finished, becuase if its not good then there is no reason to waste my time when i should be starting another one. So please HELP! indicate a person who has had a significant influence on you, and describe that influence.- Jackie is considered neither a leader nor a role model, he is naïve ( continue ranting on a few of his characteristics and intro. him as my brother, and how ironic it is that he is the influence my life yada yada.) An evil, almost demonic giggle escaped from my mouth, as I sneered down in triumph at my accomplishment. The sight of my, then smaller, younger brother on the floor, fueled my giggle to a full blown laugh fest. Sadly the abstract of my dominance was soon overridden with reality. The aftermath of my deed, the wrath of my mother and her close friend she only brought out in special occasions, the stick. How I loathed, and still do, the sight of them in juxtaposition to each other, the conclusion of this scene-ended in a cliché . < okay well im still debating should i tie up how this scence is a influence in my life in the same paragraph or should i tie it all up in the conclusion?(Responsibility) Even though physical quarrels were dated back 10 years ago, my brother and I still engage in common sibling rivalries daily, sometimes hourly. Because we are always with one another, these incidents can not be avoided. However, these rivalries can also be depicted (translated) as bonding exercises; in a peculiar way it strengthens our relationship as siblings. When Jackie, first entered pre- Kindergarten we discovered he had pronunciation problems. There were times when my mother would ask me to translate what he was saying; I thought how odd it was, that my mother couldn't understand her own son. I soon realized that I was immune to Jackie's speech problems. Our relationship advanced to a point where even when he was quite I'd still know what he was thinking. From then on I discovered how strong my sibling bond with my brother actually was. (Empathize) "Jontfer shut up!" "Why don't you just do as I say" "Your not my mom!" "I know I'm not, but I am your big sister so show me respect!">> in this paragraph i plane to blend this experiance to how i became more mature and a leader My brother's presence is a significance influence in my life, he can bring out the best and the worst in and because of him whether he knows it or not, I learned important life lessons at an early age. Through our childish quarrels I learned responsibility, from his speech problems I've become an epithetical person, and as being his big sister I matured into a leader. < Detail all that Thanks!!!
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-I'm not finished, because if it's not good then there is no reason to waste my time when I should be starting another one. So please HELP! Indicate a person who has had a significant influence on you, and describe that influence.- Jackie is considered neither a leader nor a role model, he is naïve (continue ranting on a few of his characteristics and intro. Him as my brother, and how ironic it is that he is the influence my life yada.) An evil, almost demonic giggle escaped from my mouth, as I sneered down in triumph at my accomplishment. The sight of my, then smaller, younger brother on the floor, fueled my giggle to a full-blown laugh fest. Sadly the abstract of my dominance was soon overridden with reality. The aftermath of my deed, the wrath of my mother and her close friend she only brought out in special occasions, the stick. How I loathed, and still do, the sight of them in juxtaposition to each other, the conclusion of this scene-ended in a cliché. Lt; okay well I'm still debating should I tie up how this scene is an influence in my life in the same paragraph or should I tie it all up in the conclusion?(Responsibility) Even though physical quarrels were dated back 10 years ago, my brother and I still engage in common sibling rivalries daily, sometimes hourly. Because we are always with one another, these incidents can not be avoided. However, these rivalries can also be depicted (translated) as bonding exercises; in a peculiar way it strengthens our relationship as siblings. When Jackie, first entered pre- Kindergarten we discovered he had pronunciation problems. There were times when my mother would ask me to translate what he was saying; I thought how odd it was, that my mother couldn't understand her own son. I soon realized that I was immune to Jackie's speech problems. Our relationship advanced to a point where even when he was quite I'd still know what he was thinking. From then on I discovered how strong my sibling bond with my brother actually was. (Empathize) "Confer shut up!" "Why don't you just do as I say" "Your not my mom!" "I know I'm not, but I am your big sister so show me respect!"Sgt;Sgt; in this paragraph I plane to blend this experience to how I became more mature and a leader My brother's presence is a significance influence in my life, he can bring out the best and the worst in and because of him whether he knows it or not, I learned important life lessons at an early age. Through our childish quarrels I learned responsibility, from his speech problems I've become an epithelial person, and as being his big sister I matured into a leader. Lt; Detail all that Thanks!!!
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I could say without any shame that I'm a member of the local division, which is one of the best local high schools in Shanghai or even in China. We are extremely proud of our academic achievements and good reputation. In our mind, the international division was only for those spoiled kids who had got wealthy parents and never struggle for their own future. But we knew that they were proud of themselves, too. They laughed at our outdated dressing and named us in various derogatory ways. There seemed to be a thick wall between us which could never be pushed over. Once in a dancing competition, I got to know two girls from the international division of my school. After I told them what we local students thought of them politely, the girls looked surprised and said there must be some misunderstanding between us. They told me that most people in the international division really admired our intelligence and diligence. Though they might look light-hearted, they were all fighting for life. I was shocked. But after a few seconds, I decided to build a bridge across this wide gap. Then came the LICO-----Local-International Cooperation Organization. At the time my friends and I founded it, there were only five members. We exchanged questions raised by one division about the other. After getting the answers from each other, people in both division were all surprised to find that what they had thought of each other was totally wrong. Local students had a sharp sense of fashion in fact and international students actually studied late into the mid-night. It was such a perfect beginning of my work that people were looking forward to more activities between the two divisions. During the last two years, the LICO has launched over 20 campaigns, including talent shows, food exhibitions, speech contests, one-day life exchange, etc. So far, there are over 200 students from both divisions working with me to improve the communication between us. The huge magnetic field we made is absorbing more and more cultures, and thoughtful ideas are continuously sparkling. Bands and dancing groups were established together by people from the two divisions and they have won numerous prizes in national and international contests. People of totally different backgrounds never stop making influence on one another. Their study habits and life styles are all changing, as a result of the LICO, in a good way. Now, whenever I see students from the two divisions talking and laughing like one big family, I feel proud and satisfied from the bottom of my heart. For once in my life, I have been a successful peace-maker who broke the ice!
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I could say without any shame that I'm a member of the local division, which is one of the best local high schools in Shanghai or even in China. We are extremely proud of our academic achievements and good reputation. In our mind, the international division was only for those spoiled kids who had got wealthy parents and never struggle for their own future. But we knew that they were proud of themselves, too. They laughed at our outdated dressing and named us in various derogatory ways. There seemed to be a thick wall between us which could never be pushed over. Once in a dancing competition, I got to know two girls from the international division of my school. After I told them what we local students thought of them politely, the girls looked surprised and said there must be some misunderstanding between us. They told me that most people in the international division really admired our intelligence and diligence. Though they might look light-hearted, they were all fighting for life. I was shocked. But after a few seconds, I decided to build a bridge across this wide gap. Then came the LICO-----Local-International Cooperation Organization. At the time my friends and I founded it, there were only five members. We exchanged questions raised by one division about the other. After getting the answers from each other, people in both division were all surprised to find that what they had thought of each other was totally wrong. Local students had a sharp sense of fashion in fact and international students actually studied late into the midnight. It was such a perfect beginning of my work that people were looking forward to more activities between the two divisions. During the last two years, the RICO has launched over 20 campaigns, including talent shows, food exhibitions, speech contests, one-day life exchange, etc. So far, there are over 200 students from both divisions working with me to improve the communication between us. The huge magnetic field we made is absorbing more and more cultures, and thoughtful ideas are continuously sparkling. Bands and dancing groups were established together by people from the two divisions, and they have won numerous prizes in national and international contests. People of totally different backgrounds never stop making influence on one another. Their study habits and lifestyles are all changing, as a result of the RICO, in a good way. Now, whenever I see students from the two divisions talking and laughing like one big family, I feel proud and satisfied from the bottom of my heart. For once in my life, I have been a successful peace-maker who broke the ice!
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Ever since I was born, nothing had succeeded at scaring me. I reportedly tried to crawl right after I could sit and to walk right after I could crawl. A few months after I was able to walk, I 'flew' from the top of a ladder with a pair of 'angel's wings', which was my favorite Christmas gift, and unluckily, broke my leg. This made my mom a little upset, 'SHE is a girl, isn't SHE?!' Yes, I am a girl, with subtle brand of feminism and also a bold and adventurous soul. When I was eight years old, I was invited to my friend Lucy's birthday party at her villa, which had a nice swimming pool that went along with a beautiful back yard. During dinner, Chris knocked a candle over and it fell into a bowl of olive oil, causing a small fire on it. While others were busy putting out the flame, I stared at the bright flame and said to myself, "Why not make it bigger?" When Lucy was saying goodbye to her friends at the door, I stole all the oil in her kitchen and poured it into the swimming pool, making a very thin oil layer floating on the water. 'What are...', before Lucy could start yelling at me, I lit a match and touched the surface of the oil with it gently. The 50-meter-long and 21-meter-wide surface was burning. There was a dead silence. I was shocked by the spectacular scene and Lucy was frightened by my insanity. More to her dismay, I jumped into the water for a better view as the fire was even more incredible viewed from the bottom of the pool. The water blended with fire in harmony. The picture was so unbelievable that I almost forgot to get out of the water and breathe. "Lucy, come on! Get into the water! It would be the best birthday present in your life!" As I took her hand and pulled her to the edge of the pool, she kept stepping back and saying "You must be crazy!" As I grew older, I did not do frightening things like that any more, but my courage has never stopped growing. I mailed my essays and poems to publishers regardless of a good many refusals my friends had received. I took part in swimming, painting and speech contests though they were not my strong attributes and my opponents were very skilled. I opened an account in the stock market only having limited knowledge of how the stock market worked. I have been keeping learning how to invest through trial and error, which has cost me almost all of my savings. Though I failed from time to time because of my audacious actions, the sporting blood was like the birthmark on my left arm; both could never be erased. Some elders were always giving me advice like "Be prudent and do only what you are sure of." However, I think the undying misgivings are exactly what weakened the courage and aborted the blooming ideas that I always had. We live in a world which we barely know. The courage and the curiosity of adventurers are all that is needed. Call me an adventurer.
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Ever since I was born, nothing had succeeded at scaring me. I reportedly tried to crawl right after I could sit and to walk right after I could crawl. A few months after I was able to walk, I 'flew' from the top of a ladder with a pair of 'angel's wings', which was my favorite Christmas gift, and unluckily, broke my leg. This made my mom a little upset, 'SHE is a girl, isn't SHE?!' Yes, I am a girl, with subtle brand of feminism and also a bold and adventurous soul. When I was eight years old, I was invited to my friend Lucy's birthday party at her villa, which had a nice swimming pool that went along with a beautiful backyard. During dinner, Chris knocked a candle over, and it fell into a bowl of olive oil, causing a small fire on it. While others were busy putting out the flame, I stared at the bright flame and said to myself, "Why not make it bigger?" When Lucy was saying goodbye to her friends at the door, I stole all the oil in her kitchen and poured it into the swimming pool, making a very thin oil layer floating on the water. 'What are...', before Lucy could start yelling at me, I lit a match and touched the surface of the oil with it gently. The 50-meter-long and 21-meter-wide surface was burning. There was a dead silence. I was shocked by the spectacular scene and Lucy was frightened by my insanity. More to her dismay, I jumped into the water for a better view as the fire was even more incredible viewed from the bottom of the pool. The water blended with fire in harmony. The picture was so unbelievable that I almost forgot to get out of the water and breathe. "Lucy, come on! Get into the water! It would be the best birthday present in your life!" As I took her hand and pulled her to the edge of the pool, she kept stepping back and saying "You must be crazy!" As I grew older, I did not do frightening things like that anymore, but my courage has never stopped growing. I mailed my essays and poems to publishers regardless of a good many refusals my friends had received. I took part in swimming, painting and speech contests though they were not my strong attributes and my opponents were very skilled. Furthermore, I opened an account in the stock market only having limited knowledge of how the stock market worked. Furthermore, I have been keeping learning how to invest through trial and error, which has cost me almost all of my savings. Though I failed from time to time because of my audacious actions, the sporting blood was like the birthmark on my left arm; both could never be erased. Some elders were always giving me advice like "Be prudent and do only what you are sure of." However, I think the undying misgivings are exactly what weakened the courage and aborted the blooming ideas that I always had. We live in a world which we barely know. The courage and the curiosity of adventurers are all that is needed. Call me an adventurer.
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Personal statement i really need help with. somethign i whipped up at the gym and it seems to cliche-- Throughout my life, there have been many people, mainly family, who have impacted my life in extraordinary ways. Without these people, I would still be an oblivious child who takes everything the world has to offer for granted. I wouldn't say that I am as good as can I can be right now, but with the support of my friends and family, I have fixed many faults in my life. The lifestyle I have led can be said to be the same as many other individuals', where I have bet everything on education and try to get good marks. This lifestyle of mine, greatly influenced by my parents' wishes, really did lead me to where I am now in life, striving to major in a certain area and missing out on many pleasures of teenage life. For the first 12 years of my life, I lived with my mother, father, and my two brothers. Before this duration of 12 years, I had never really given college a real serious thought, but after helping my brother move out of the house into a college dorm, I then realized that college is the real deal, and not just a simple stage in life. It took me 12 years to recognize the importance of college, but I can also say, with melancholy, that it took me 17 years to realize how much my parents have sacrificed and dedicated their lives to get my brothers and me into college. My parents lived the typical first generation Asian life, where they worked very hard in North Vietnam. Vietnam didn't have much to offer, so they escaped the communist clutch and escaped to America, looking for the opportunities that America supposedly had. Unfortunately, they met the same fate as many other Asians, and started off from scratch when they reached America. To add on to this misfortune, my parents could not receive college degrees while working at the same time, so living and earning income became an issue. My parents did not want us children to suffer they same fate as they did, so they dedicated their whole lives to granting us admission into a good college. They gave up almost every pleasure in life, only bought groceries that were on sale, and saved money for our tuitions. I can remember many times, during my childhood, in which my parents stayed up past their sleeping hours, and woke up before the brink of sunrise, to go to work; yet all this hard earned money was hardly used for their own desire. My parents were especially attentive in my diligence in my studies and most of the time, I abided by their rules. My parents' expectations of me were further raised when my two older brothers got accepted into high-end colleges (Pomona Claremont and UCSD). Feeling the pressure, I, too, struggled to get high marks in school and worked myself hard mentally as my parents did physically. These were the parents I grew up with, and they helped me learn about many critical aspects of life that I couldn't have learned in the world alone. One essential lesson is that everything in life has to be worked for, and that good results do not just come by. Nothing is free. The process might be painful, and tears will be shed along the way, but the end results will show that those tears were not in vain. My parents also taught me that success is based, along with hard work, on a good education and good luck. At first, I was working hard in school to fulfill the wishes of my parents of having their children going to college, but now I have changed. I am now ready to become somebody, not just the usual Asian kid. I'm not only going to college for my parents' sake, but for my own sake and success.
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Personal statement I really need help with. Somethign I whipped up at the gym, and it seems to cliché-- Throughout my life, there have been many people, mainly family, who have impacted my life in extraordinary ways. Without these people, I would still be an oblivious child who takes everything the world has to offer for granted. I wouldn't say that I am as good as can I can be right now, but with the support of my friends and family, I have fixed many faults in my life. The lifestyle I have led can be said to be the same as many other individuals', where I have bet everything on education and try to get good marks. This lifestyle of mine, greatly influenced by my parents' wishes, really did lead me to where I am now in life, striving to major in a certain area and missing out on many pleasures of teenage life. For the first 12 years of my life, I lived with my mother, father, and my two brothers. Before this duration of 12 years, I had never really given college a real serious thought, but after helping my brother move out of the house into a college dorm, I then realized that college is the real deal, and not just a simple stage in life. It took me 12 years to recognize the importance of college, but I can also say, with melancholy, that it took me 17 years to realize how much my parents have sacrificed and dedicated their lives to get my brothers and me into college. My parents lived the typical first generation Asian life, where they worked very hard in North Vietnam. Vietnam didn't have much to offer, so they escaped the communist clutch and escaped to America, looking for the opportunities that America supposedly had. Unfortunately, they met the same fate as many other Asians, and started off from scratch when they reached America. To add on to this misfortune, my parents could not receive college degrees while working at the same time, so living and earning income became an issue. My parents did not want us children to suffer they same fate as they did, so they dedicated their whole lives to granting us admission into a good college. They gave up almost every pleasure in life, only bought groceries that were on sale, and saved money for our tuition. I can remember many times, during my childhood, in which my parents stayed up past their sleeping hours, and woke up before the brink of sunrise, to go to work; yet all this hard-earned money was hardly used for their own desire. My parents were especially attentive in my diligence in my studies and most of the time, I abided by their rules. My parents' expectations of me were further raised when my two older brothers got accepted into high-end colleges (Pomona Claremont and UCSD). Feeling the pressure, I, too, struggled to get high marks in school and worked myself hard mentally as my parents did physically. These were the parents I grew up with, and they helped me learn about many critical aspects of life that I couldn't have learned in the world alone. One essential lesson is that everything in life has to be worked for, and that good results do not just come by. Nothing is free. The process might be painful, and tears will be shed along the way, but the end results will show that those tears were not in vain. My parents also taught me that success is based, along with hard work, on a good education and good luck. At first, I was working hard in school to fulfill the wishes of my parents of having their children going to college, but now I have changed. I am now ready to become somebody, not just the usual Asian kid. I'm not only going to college for my parents' sake, but for my own sake and success.
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There might be lot of grammer mistakes.I'm very short of English words!Please give me some feedbacks !Oh and questions! the prompt says that what my intended major is.Do I have to directly say that I want to be in communication studies major?or is this essay would be fine? "M..m..ma..my name is Jenny!" These four words, actually seven words are all I have spoken in front of my friends and their families. By the time I was in kindergarten, family night event was held and it was a night to bring families together at school of fun activities that every one could enjoy. We had to introduce ourselves for a minute by telling our names, our hobbies, which favorite food we like, and so on; however, I found my face turning red like an apple and I could see my face was telling "I'm embarrassed, I want to go home", and not knowing what to talk about when it was being my turn. I have this filmed and every holiday when my family and relatives get together, we watch this film and they all laugh at my very brief introduction. As I grew a little older, maybe I have forgotten that I was a shy girl; in primary school I enjoyed performing plays at school. I have performed various kinds of characters starting from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil remaining still for almost the entire play to Juliet pretending to kill myself with a little goldish and sophisticated looking style of plastic knife. I was never embarrassed though my character was a rudolph with red painted nose singing carols and dancing like a crazy clown. My heart always fluttered when I was on a stage and all the audiences looking at my enthusiastic performance. I have always loved the time when I received flowers from my parents and my sister after the play has ended. It was my freshman year in college that I had some chances to go on the stage again. Every year in our church, college students open a family night for all the families in the church to come over and have a concert from preschoolers to adults singing and performing. I was singled out for MC for that night with other college mate that night. I was responsible for keeping the event to move properly and smoothly. In the past, all I had to do was just memorizing exact words written by my school teacher. This time, it was quite different from what I thought, and it was my responsibility to write an entire script of the event. I had to be perfect with my voice tone, face expression, and even express my thoughts and feelings by gestures to much larger audiences. I realized that more efforts were required in this big scale of stage. I stepped on the stage amid a thunderous handclapping of the audience. My heart was fluttering like a butterfly and began with introducing myself, "Good afternoon, my name is Jenny," I did not hesitate in speaking like I was in kindergarten. I pretended like I was not feared of public speaking in front of a crowd even though three hundreds of eyes were directly looking at me. But to tell the truth, both my voice and hands were shaking while reading my lines and I could not stop it until I saw through glaring lights, an old couple holding their hands together and actually laughing at my humorous sayings. The moment I saw them, I realized that there is no need to fear of public speaking that everyone was having fun and I should also enjoy this moment that has given to me. I think of this day as one little step to face another big step in the future. After this event, I was once again selected to be MC in Valentines Day event and reciting speeches in church that I now built much more confident than in past. By love of people had made me to be more passionate being on stage. I have my cherished desire to become like Oprah Winfrey who also love to communicate with the world. With a wide audience, being on a stage, I feel that I have gained everything in my life and it is the happiest time of my life. Although I am not yet an expert on public speaker, I definitely have the capability and the passion to learn, and to be the best in this field. Not only for my great pleasure, but for all those audience who hear my speech, I want to present the gift of joys. (725 words)
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There might be a lot of grammar mistakes. I'm very short of English words! Please give me some feedbacks !Oh, and questions! The prompt says that what my intended major is. Do I have to directly say that I want to be in communication studies major?or is this essay would be fine? ’M.’m.ma.my name is Jenny!" These four words, actually seven words are all I have spoken in front of my friends and their families. By the time I was in kindergarten, family night event was held, and it was a night to bring families together at school of fun activities that every one could enjoy. We had to introduce ourselves for a minute by telling our names, our hobbies, which favorite food we like, and so on; however, I found my face turning red like an apple and I could see my face was telling "I'm embarrassed, I want to go home", and not knowing what to talk about when it was being my turn. I have this filmed and every holiday when my family and relatives get together, we watch this film, and they all laugh at my very brief introduction. As I grew a little older, maybe I have forgotten that I was a shy girl; in primary school I enjoyed performing plays at school. I have performed various kinds of characters starting from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil remaining still for almost the entire play to Juliet pretending to kill myself with a little goldfish and sophisticated looking style of plastic knife. I was never embarrassed though my character was a Rudolph with red painted nose singing carols and dancing like a crazy clown. My heart always fluttered when I was on a stage and all the audiences looking at my enthusiastic performance. I have always loved the time when I received flowers from my parents and my sister after the play has ended. It was my freshman year in college that I had some chances to go on the stage again. Every year in our church, college students open a family night for all the families in the church to come over and have a concert from preschoolers to adults singing and performing. I was singled out for MC for that night with other college mate that night. I was responsible for keeping the event to move properly and smoothly. In the past, all I had to do was just memorizing exact words written by my school teacher. This time, it was quite different from what I thought, and it was my responsibility to write an entire script of the event. I had to be perfect with my voice tone, face expression, and even express my thoughts and feelings by gestures to much larger audiences. I realized that more efforts were required in this big scale of stage. Furthermore, I stepped on the stage amid a thunderous hand clapping of the audience. My heart was fluttering like a butterfly and began with introducing myself, "Good afternoon, my name is Jenny," I did not hesitate in speaking like I was in kindergarten. I pretended like I was not feared of public speaking in front of a crowd even though three hundred eyes were directly looking at me. But to tell the truth, both my voice and hands were shaking while reading my lines and I could not stop it until I saw through glaring lights, an old couple holding their hands together and actually laughing at my humorous sayings. The moment I saw them, I realized that there is no need to fear of public speaking that everyone was having fun and I should also enjoy this moment that has given to me. I think of this day as one little step to face another big step in the future. After this event, I was once again selected to be MC in Valentine's Day event and reciting speeches in church that I now built much more confident than in the past. By love of people had made me to be more passionate being on stage. I have my cherished desire to become like Oprah Winfrey who also love to communicate with the world. With a wide audience, being on a stage, I feel that I have gained everything in my life, and it is the happiest time of my life. Although I am not yet an expert on public speaker, I definitely have the capability and the passion to learn, and to be the best in this field. Not only for my great pleasure, but for all this audience who hear my speech, I want to present the gift of joys. (725 words)
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Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are? *Please help me reduce the amount of words and grammar mistakes For the past 3 year, I have been working hard as a part of the GWHS Drum Corps. My dedication has helped me to achieve my goal to be the commander of Drum Corps in my junior year. It was a team of 15 freshmen and only one junior member. I was responsible for everything of the team, including recruiting new members, setting up fundraisers, and conducting practices for public performances and competition. Often time, it gave me headaches when things didn't go well with what I planned. But, I'm glad I had taken this challenge because as a result I became much more responsible and confident in every event of my life. Since I became the commander, I realized that there was a completely different role for me to play in this team. I would need to take direct responsibilities of everything my team does or fails to do. Therefore, I always prepare ahead to avoid falling in short in the task. For me, the main responsibility of being the leader of this team is to ensure every performance's success and every member would gain some important experience to him or her. In order to accomplish this, I spent twice as much time and effort before and after each event. While my friends spending their lunch time to enjoy their food, I used the time to create the music notes and drill formations on my agenda for practice of the week. Coming up with music notes by just listening to the song was very difficult. With a limited amount of knowledge from a piano class I had taken in City College, I still put my best effort to make the notes to be perfect. This was not for showing off my musical talent. But for completing a commitment I had made to my members. Incompletion of a commitment would be a failure of leadership and no trust would lie between my team and me. I could not afford a single one of this failure. Therefore, I used both my words and actions to gain their respect, trust, and support. Drilling in blazing hot days with ten pounds equipment on was not easy for the freshmen. Often times I heard many complains that made me fear. I feared that if one person complains quitting the team, the team's morale would be strongly crashed. In the worst case, the rest would follow. I overcame my fear by standing up in front line of every member. In situation when the team was confused, I knew there was no better ways than having their leader to lead them out of the confusion. In order to gain their trust, I must completely trust in myself. Therefore, I ignored my fear immediately and acted as the team's first role model to overcome obstacles. Besides, communication also was a major role in solving the conflict. I became very detective for complains since becoming the commander. When I notice a member was in a down time, I would sit next him, pat him in the shoulder and give him a confident smile. Sometimes it just works better than any other encouragements because I have become real friend of theirs since the first day of practice. The support was well understood. This is why I believe I must be confident in order to face any challenges in my life. With my responsible and confident leadership, and the support from members, I was happy and proud to see our outstanding performances in the past year. Seeing each one of the freshmen learning and growing from every lesson I demonstrated was the greatest accomplishment I have ever had. Everyone grew, so did I. In the past three years of Drum Corps experience, I have learned a team of 15 freshmen was not a tragedy, spending time to do work at lunch was not a big deal, and fear was not a barrier to keep one away from what he wants to be. With the confidence of believing in myself and the sense of responsibility, I believe everything is made possible in my entire life. This is who I am.
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Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud, and how does it relate to the person you are? *Please help me reduce the amount of words and grammar mistakes For the past 3 year, I have been working hard as a part of the GWHS Drum Corps. My dedication has helped me to achieve my goal to be the commander of Drum Corps in my junior year. It was a team of 15 freshmen and only one junior member. I was responsible for everything of the team, including recruiting new members, setting up fundraisers, and conducting practices for public performances and competition. Often time, it gave me headaches when things didn't go well with what I planned. But, I'm glad I had taken this challenge because as a result I became much more responsible and confident in every event of my life. Since I became the commander, I realized that there was a completely different role for me to play in this team. I would need to take direct responsibilities of everything my team does or fails to do. Therefore, I always prepare ahead to avoid falling in short in the task. For me, the main responsibility of being the leader of this team is to ensure every performance's success and every member would gain some important experience to him or her. In order to accomplish this, I spent twice as much time and effort before and after each event. While my friends spending their lunchtime to enjoy their food, I used the time to create the music notes and drill formations on my agenda for practice of the week. Coming up with music notes by just listening to the song was very difficult. With a limited amount of knowledge from a piano class I had taken in City College, I still put my best effort to make the notes to be perfect. This was not for showing off my musical talent. But for completing a commitment I had made to my members. Incompletion of a commitment would be a failure of leadership and no trust would lie between my team and me. I could not afford a single one of this failure. Therefore, I used both my words and actions to gain their respect, trust, and support. Drilling in blazing hot days with ten pounds equipment on was not easy for the freshmen. Often times I heard many complains that made me fear. I feared that if one person complains quitting the team, the team's morale would be strongly crashed. In the worst case, the rest would follow. I overcame my fear by standing up in front line of every member. In situation when the team was confused, I knew there was no better ways than having their leader to lead them out of the confusion. In order to gain their trust, I must completely trust in myself. Therefore, I ignored my fear immediately and acted as the team's first role model to overcome obstacles. Besides, communication also was a major role in solving the conflict. I became very detective for complains since becoming the commander. When I notice a member was in a downtime, I would sit next him, pat him in the shoulder and give him a confident smile. Sometimes it just works better than any other encouragements because I have become real friend of theirs since the first day of practice. The support was well understood. This is why I believe I must be confident in order to face any challenges in my life. With my responsible and confident leadership, and the support from members, I was happy and proud to see our outstanding performances in the past year. Seeing each one of the freshmen learning and growing from every lesson I demonstrated was the greatest accomplishment I have ever had. Everyone grew, so did I. In the past three years of Drum Corps experience, I have learned a team of 15 freshmen was not a tragedy, spending time to do work at lunch was not a big deal, and fear was not a barrier to keep one away from what he wants to be. With the confidence of believing in myself and the sense of responsibility, I believe everything is made possible in my entire life. This is who I am.
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If I had to describe Dongdaemoon market to someone who had never been to Seoul, I would tell them to picture a small circle very near the center of a much larger circle. The smaller circle is the market area, and the larger is Seoul. Within the smaller circle you find several buildings, each reaching between eight to twelve floors (several floors below ground, the rest above), all with wide stances and situated within shouting distance from each other. Each of these floors in each of these buildings are teeming with clothes and accessories, the aisles crammed with shoppers on any given day and the booths overstocked with colorful merchandise, and housing ï in its couple square feet of open space ï one or two salespeople beckoning the customers like multilingual Sirens (voicing sales pitches in Korean, Japanese or English, depending on the passing shopper's ethnic appearance). The streets surrounding these buildings are also packed with small shops and streams of tents providing shoppers with a different category of wares with every few steps. The larger circle is inhabited by over ten million people, a considerable percentage of them devoted to fashion, desperately seeking to attain and portray status and sex appeal as though they were the two main forms of sustenance in such a bustling metropolis. All these fashion-hungry people ï multiplied by tourists from all over Asia and lands still farther ï converge at the smaller circle each night and obliterate any sort of order that exists before the doors open in the evening. At seventeen, this is where I had my first job. This is where I had my first experience in sales and merchandising. This is where I discovered the direction I wanted to take with my professional life. Seventeen is considerably younger than the average age of the salespeople in Dongdaemoon market. And the person who hired me was noticeably reluctant to offer me this opportunity. On what I considered an unspoken trial basis, I knew my only way of keeping this position was to do what I could. Namely, as an inexperienced teenager on her first job, be effectively enthusiastic, get to work on time and forget the term "sick-days." And somehow ï perhaps due to my considerable youth ï I was able to maintain this diligence for three years, never missing a single day of work. My duties included researching fashion magazines (both domestic and international) each month immediately upon publication, recognizing and predicting fashion trends, organizing the displays, and selecting new purchases. As I became more ensconced in my work-life, I drifted from my academic responsibilities. I left high school near the end of that first year working at the market and focused my energy on my job. In my final year at Dongdaemoon market I was given full control of the shop, overseeing others in the tasks I had carried out the two previous years. And although this is not a huge success story, it was what led me to believe I had found what I wanted to do, and what eventually led me to decide to return to my studies and earn a GED so that I could pursue my professional dreams within the realm of academia. After earning my GED, I continued my efforts toward my professional goal by getting a job at a Louis Vuitton retail shop in Korea's Avenuel Department Store. During this time I came to understand the necessity for further technical knowledge and a fluency in English to pursue my desire in working for an international company, and ultimately, to use this knowledge toward founding an institute in Korea designed to educate students in fashion marketing. I know because I am from a culture that is very different from the US, a large part of my knowledge gained through experience will have to be relearned once I am at FIT. But I mention this not as a disadvantage, but as a significant advantage. Learning by recognizing the differences seems to me the best way to make clear observations. I will be able to see American and international marketing techniques through the eyes of someone who has had hands-on experience in the Asian market. I will be keener at noticing subtle details, that to many others might be considered a given; mundane and invisible. As an outsider in a foreign environment, I will be hypersensitive to all that is new, all that is different from what I am and where I come from. And I can hardly wait.
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If I had to describe Dongdaemoon market to someone who had never been to Seoul, I would tell them to picture a small circle very near the center of a much larger circle. The smaller circle is the market area, and the larger is Seoul. Within the smaller circle you find several buildings, each reaching between eight and twelve floors (several floors below ground, the rest above), all with wide stances and situated within shouting distance from each other. Each of these floors in each of these buildings are teeming with clothes and accessories, the aisles crammed with shoppers on any given day and the booths overstocked with colorful merchandise, and housing ï in its couple square feet of open space ï one or two salespeople beckoning the customers like multilingual Sirens (voicing sales pitches in Korean, Japanese or English, depending on the passing shopper's ethnic appearance). The streets surrounding these buildings are also packed with small shops and streams of tents providing shoppers with a different category of wares with every few steps. The larger circle is inhabited by over ten million people, a considerable percentage of them devoted to fashion, desperately seeking to attain and portray status and sex appeal as though they were the two main forms of sustenance in such a bustling metropolis. All these fashion-hungry people ï multiplied by tourists from all over Asia and lands still farther ï converge at the smaller circle each night and obliterate any sort of order that exists before the doors open in the evening. At seventeen, this is where I had my first job. This is where I had my first experience in sales and merchandising. This is where I discovered the direction I wanted to take with my professional life. Seventeen is considerably younger than the average age of the salespeople in Dongdaemoon market. And the person who hired me was noticeably reluctant to offer me this opportunity. On what I considered an unspoken trial basis, I knew my only way of keeping this position was to do what I could. Namely, as an inexperienced teenager on her first job, be effectively enthusiastic, get to work on time and forget the term "sick-days." And somehow ï perhaps due to my considerable youth ï I was able to maintain this diligence for three years, never missing a single day of work. My duties included researching fashion magazines (both domestic and international) each month immediately upon publication, recognizing and predicting fashion trends, organizing the displays, and selecting new purchases. As I became more ensconced in my work-life, I drifted from my academic responsibilities. I left high school near the end of that first year working at the market and focused my energy on my job. In my final year at Dongdaemoon market I was given full control of the shop, overseeing others in the tasks I had carried out the two previous years. And although this is not a huge success story, it was what led me to believe I had found what I wanted to do, and what eventually led me to decide to return to my studies and earn a GED so that I could pursue my professional dreams within the realm of academia. After earning my GED, I continued my efforts toward my professional goal by getting a job at a Louis Vuitton retail shop in Korea's Avenue Department Store. During this time I came to understand the necessity for further technical knowledge and a fluency in English to pursue my desire in working for an international company, and ultimately, to use this knowledge toward founding an institute in Korea designed to educate students in fashion marketing. I know because I am from a culture that is very different from the US, a large part of my knowledge gained through experience will have to be relearned once I am at FIT. But I mention this not as a disadvantage, but as a significant advantage. Learning by recognizing the differences seems to me the best way to make clear observations. I will be able to see American and international marketing techniques through the eyes of someone who has had hands-on experience in the Asian market. I will be keener at noticing subtle details, that to many others might be considered a given; mundane and invisible. As an outsider in a foreign environment, I will be hypersensitive to all that is new, all that is different from what I am and where I come from. And I can hardly wait.
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My curiosity in mathematics and science has always distinguished my personality from everyone else's personality. Working with numbers and calculating complex equations never seems to bore me. However, in order to continue pursuing my interests, I believe the University of Rochester is a great place for me. The education facilities there provide stellar academic programs related to the sciences in a cordial environment. Should I decide to major in computer science, the University of Rochester College of Arts Sciences and Engineering would be able to provide me with research opportunities and internships for aspiring programmers like myself. With heavily financed projects, a myriad research breakthroughs, and reputable recognition overall, I am unquestioning the success of my experience at the University of Rochester. 1000 characters limit. THANKS FOR THE HELP :] A.Q
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My curiosity in mathematics and science has always distinguished my personality from everyone else's personality. Working with numbers and calculating complex equations never seems to bore me. However, in order to continue pursuing my interests, I believe the University of Rochester is a great place for me. The education facilities there provide stellar academic programs related to the sciences in a cordial environment. Should I decide to major in computer science, the University of Rochester College of Arts Sciences and Engineering would be able to provide me with research opportunities and internships for aspiring programmers like myself. With heavily financed projects, a myriad research breakthroughs, and reputable recognition overall, I am unquestioning the success of my experience at the University of Rochester. 1000 characters limit. THANKS FOR THE HELP :] A.Q
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Essay: This last summer I traveled to China with the International Youth Leadership Forum and had the experience of a lifetime. I took advantage of this opportunity to broaden my knowledge of world affairs, and in return discovered a whole new world I had been blind to before. My field of study during the forum was international relations. I was able to witness firsthand the difficulty children and youths went through just to get an education. It was then that I realized how lucky a person I was. While those people had to sacrifice nearly everything to get somewhere in life, I am literally handed the foundation to success for free. I also saw how hard the people worked- doing anything and everything they could to make enough money to support themselves, yet they still manage to keep going. It made me appreciate all the 'normal' things in life that I take for granted. Participating in this program opened my eyes to the reality of many people in the world, as well as to a new area of curiosity. Being exposed to their way of life opened a new door into my future. Every time I saw one of them trying to do something with their life, I wanted there to be something I could do to help them fulfill their dream. I wanted to give them advice, money, anything to aid their climb to triumph. I wanted them to know what it felt like to reach the top of the staircase, and be able to look back down and be proud of everything they had accomplished. Although I couldn't do much, the one thing I could do is make conversation. I would talk to them about what they do and learn in school, and compare it to what I do and learn in school. They told me that they go to school six days a week and have at least five or more hours of homework a day. This made me respect and admire them even more. I felt privileged to talk to someone who continued to take the road to achievement even though that road was up hill and rocky. Back at my school I usually help my friends with homework and give them advice and assurance, and talking to these Chinese students made me feel as if I was back at school advising my friends. It occurred to me that, just like my friends back home, maybe all these people need is a little boost of confidence that they can make it. I am extremely grateful for being offered this experience. I apprehended an exceedingly amount of knowledge about other cultures and lifestyles from this trip. It also expanded my sense of support and guidance into unknown realms, and, I believe, thoroughly accomplished me as a person. I now plan to take what I have learned and use it to help other people, whether they are in my hometown or thousands of miles across the world. thank you!
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Essay: This last summer I traveled to China with the International Youth Leadership Forum and had the experience of a lifetime. I took advantage of this opportunity to broaden my knowledge of world affairs, and in return discovered a whole new world I had been blind to before. My field of study during the forum was international relations. I was able to witness firsthand the difficulty children and youths went through just to get an education. It was then that I realized how lucky a person I was. While those people had to sacrifice nearly everything to get somewhere in life, I am literally handed the foundation to success for free. I also saw how hard the people worked-doing anything and everything they could to make enough money to support themselves, yet they still manage to keep going. It made me appreciate all the 'normal' things in life that I take for granted. Participating in this program opened my eyes to the reality of many people in the world, as well as to a new area of curiosity. Being exposed to their way of life opened a new door into my future. Every time I saw one of them trying to do something with their life, I wanted there to be something I could do to help them fulfill their dream. I wanted to give them advice, money, anything to aid their climb to triumph. I wanted them to know what it felt like to reach the top of the staircase, and be able to look back down and be proud of everything they had accomplished. Although I couldn't do much, the one thing I could do is make conversation. I would talk to them about what they do and learn in school, and compare it to what I do and learn in school. They told me that they go to school six days a week and have at least five or more hours of homework a day. This made me respect and admire them even more. I felt privileged to talk to someone who continued to take the road to achievement even though that road was up hill and rocky. Back at my school I usually help my friends with homework and give them advice and assurance, and talking to these Chinese students made me feel as if I was back at school advising my friends. It occurred to me that, just like my friends back home, maybe all these people need is a little boost of confidence that they can make it. I am extremely grateful for being offered this experience. I apprehended an exceeding amount of knowledge about other cultures and lifestyles from this trip. It also expanded my sense of support and guidance into unknown realms, and, I believe, thoroughly accomplished me as a person. I now plan to take what I have learned and use it to help other people, whether they are in my hometown or thousands of miles across the world. Thank you!
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As an accountant, my mom often worked on various tables at home. Since then, those account bills and statements had become the research objects in my childhood. Although I knew little about the patterns and signs, pages of numerous figures and precise lines taught me a sense of beauty. Due to my curiosity, I began to pay attention to my parents' talk. Though such words as market and finance were still strange to me, the unknown field had aroused my intense interest. Therefore, I made up my mind to become a person as successful as my mom. Perhaps in view of the traditional concept that the son should hand down his father's enterprise, or my born talent in this field, my mom encouraged me with more expectation. Meanwhile, I am struggling steadily for my dream now. Knowing that mathematics is the base of economics, I chose to participate in mathematics groups from elementary school to high school, which enabled my mathematical results to come out top in the class. In order to discuss the current economic situation and financial policies with my parents and understand the economic terms, I engaged myself in related books in the library. The further I studied on economics, the more suitable I found it for me. That is exactly why I want to learn more advanced economic knowledge in WPI. With the help of professional knowledge and practical experience gained there, I will realize my dream and make contributions to the development of Chinese economy. Seeing the data gained right now and the samples of sewage, we tidied up the laboratory and then locked the door. It had been the sixth day that we spent successively in making experiments, keeping records, correcting mistakes and resuming...unstoppably, we oxygenated those samples with potassium permanganate, but created extra sludge. What is worse, activated carbon adsorption lagged in response towards heavy metal. Results refuted, we began to seek hard for a more convenient and efficient method to process various samples. Not until had we found out the exciting data with the ion-exchange fiber from our teacher did we relaxed ourselves. Exhausted as we were, we could not help congratulating each other. That happened when I participated in the experimental activity of urban drinking supplies. Hei River is the mother river of Xi'an. However, the water was not clear any more because of the upriver industrial sewage and landslide. The government had tried to abate the pollutions but in vain, so those students from the college that my father worked in planned to carry out the experimental activity, in the hope that they would draw the public attention to drinking water. Anxious at first, I was unconfident in myself to engage in such a professional practice. Nevertheless, loving challenges, I became the only high school student in the group rather than gave up. I took charge of literature search and field survey. In order to complete my tasks outstandingly, I had consulted a lot of materials and websites, figured out the main paths of pollutions, and recorded the diverse information as well as the wastewater treatment methods revealed in different materials. In addition, I with other companions conducted field survey and took samples along Hei River on weekends. Getting prepared, we spent the following six days in the laboratory where I did my best to help them with the experiments. Short as the time was, I have learned much from those experiences that I had never taken part in before. Thanks to that activity, I understand the importance of team work, how to care and help, and more importantly, the significance of detail and concentration.
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As an accountant, my mom often worked on various tables at home. Since then, those account bills and statements had become the research objects in my childhood. Although I knew little about the patterns and signs, pages of numerous figures and precise lines taught me a sense of beauty. Due to my curiosity, I began to pay attention to my parents' talk. Though such words as market and finance were still strange to me, the unknown field had aroused my intense interest. Therefore, I made up my mind to become a person as successful as my mom. Perhaps in view of the traditional concept that the son should hand down his father's enterprise, or my born talent in this field, my mom encouraged me with more expectation. Meanwhile, I am struggling steadily for my dream now. Knowing that mathematics is the base of economics, I chose to participate in mathematics groups from elementary school to high school, which enabled my mathematical results to come out top in the class. In order to discuss the current economic situation and financial policies with my parents and understand the economic terms, I engaged myself in related books in the library. The further I studied on economics, the more suitable I found it for me. That is exactly why I want to learn more advanced economic knowledge in WEI. With the help of professional knowledge and practical experience gained there, I will realize my dream and make contributions to the development of Chinese economy. Seeing the data gained right now and the samples of sewage, we tidied up the laboratory and then locked the door. It had been the sixth day that we spent successively in making experiments, keeping records, correcting mistakes and resuming...unstoppable, we oxygenated those samples with potassium permanganate, but created extra sludge. What is worse, activated carbon adsorption lagged in response towards heavy metal. Results refuted, we began to seek hard for a more convenient and efficient method to process various samples. Not until had we found out the exciting data with the ion-exchange fiber from our teacher was we relaxed ourselves. Exhausted as we were, we could not help congratulating each other. That happened when I participated in the experimental activity of urban drinking supplies. Ha River is the mother river of Xi'an. However, the water was not clear any more because of the upriver industrial sewage and landslide. The government had tried to abate the pollutions but in vain, so those students from the college that my father worked in planned to carry out the experimental activity, in the hope that they would draw the public attention to drinking water. Anxious at first, I was unconfident in myself to engage in such a professional practice. Nevertheless, loving challenges, I became the only high school student in the group rather than gave up. I took charge of literature search and field survey. In order to complete my tasks outstandingly, I had consulted a lot of materials and websites, figured out the main paths of pollutions, and recorded the diverse information as well as the wastewater treatment methods revealed in different materials. In addition, I with other companions conducted field survey and took samples along Ha River on weekends. Getting prepared, we spent the following six days in the laboratory where I did my best to help them with the experiments. Short as the time was, I have learned much from those experiences that I had never taken part in before. Thanks to that activity, I understand the importance of team work, how to care and help, and more importantly, the significance of detail and concentration.
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Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. Often I lie awake in bed at night, hearing the snore of my roommates and thinking alone. Those are the only minutes of my loneliness and the rest of my life is filled with friends and communications. Since the time I was able to talk and express my words with body language, I have been knitting my connection net. I make everyone appeared in my life a friend and share my interests and stories with him. I am never jealous about someone's success, nor do I zoom out his shortcoming. I just figure out what we both share and what is our similarity and I know that is the key point of building up a solid and long lasting relationship. Talking may be a fundamental way of communication, but sometimes it just does not work. And the knitting becomes tough to continue until one finds another way to weave. Volunteering the deaf-and-dumb students was a hard job to me, a guy who builds contacts by merely talented skill in listening to others and replying with proper words. I tried hand language and failed due to the fact that I only know how to express hello and good in their common language. I moved my lips but found out they simply gave up guessing what the long sentence meant. Finally, I took out a pen and struck up the conversation on paper. Though we cannot exchange our ideas in a more efficient way, we still enjoy the time to write on questions and answers, stories of school and family life, and sometimes a smiling face after a full stop. We started to know each others and the ending was like the smiling face after the full stop: there is never an ending to a friendship. For the past decade, I have heard about a thousand worlds of my friends and I have told my world to them in return. It does not matter who the man is; to me, my life welcomes everyone who comes in. And it does not matter how to make a friend; my life is prepared for all methods. For the next few decades, the net may cover the whole world like GPS and who knows!
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Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. Often I lie awake in bed at night, hearing the snore of my roommates and thinking alone. Those are the only minutes of my loneliness and the rest of my life is filled with friends and communications. Since the time I was able to talk and express my words with body language, I have been knitting my connection net. I make everyone appeared in my life a friend and share my interests and stories with him. I am never jealous about someone's success, nor do I zoom out his shortcoming. Furthermore, I just figure out what we both share and what is our similarity and I know that is the key point of building up a solid and long-lasting relationship. Talking may be a fundamental way of communication, but sometimes it just does not work. And the knitting becomes tough to continue until one finds another way to weave. Volunteering the deaf-and-dumb students was a hard job to me, a guy who builds contacts by merely talented skill in listening to others and replying with proper words. I tried hand language and failed due to the fact that I only know how to express hello and good in their common language. I moved my lips but found out they simply gave up guessing what the long sentence meant. Finally, I took out a pen and struck up the conversation on paper. Though we cannot exchange our ideas in a more efficient way, we still enjoy the time to write on questions and answers, stories of school and family life, and sometimes a smiling face after a full stop. We started to know each others and the ending was like the smiling face after the full stop: there is never an ending to a friendship. For the past decade, I have heard about a thousand worlds of my friends and I have told my world to them in return. It does not matter who the man is; to me, my life welcomes everyone who comes in. And it does not matter how to make a friend; my life is prepared for all methods. For the next few decades, the net may cover the whole world like GPS and who knows!
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What kind of self respecting male would put on eye liner, lip stick and foundation and go out in front of hundreds of people? Apparently me. And while I probably know more about these things than most prepubescent twelve year old girls, I'm not a female impersonator. I am an Indian classical dancer. Kuchipudi is the Indian classical dance from the state of Andhra Pradesh in southern India. It originated in the 16th century BC. At that time it was mostly performed by Brahmin males who passed the art down through a father- son lineage. Today, although this art form has become overwhelmingly dominated by women, I have been dancing for thirteen years. Many people have asked me why, as an American born Indian boy who does not speak a word of his native tongue, I started learning Kuchipudi. Let me be honest; I was four and my mother made me. Yes, that is the reason I started, but it is not the reason I dance today. If someone asks me why I dance the answer to the question will not 'force' but it will be a recollection of an event that occurred when I was twelve. There was a show in Long Island one summer. I was invited to perform and I expected there were other artists who were going to perform as well. I also expected this show to be done, like most other cultural events I had been to, in about four hours. Unfortunately the program was filled with mostly speakers who talked for hours on end about Indian culture, belaboring the same points repetitively. There were only a handful of other dancers. It was so frustrating that by the sixth hour most of the audience had left the building. There weren't many people left when I got on stage. I actually don't even remember too much of the actual performance other than being incredibly exhausted from waiting so long and slightly put off by the fact that there were only about forty people still there to watch my performance. What I do remember, however; is that after I was done I was met with a sincere and enthusiastic applause that broke the dullness that had dominated the atmosphere until the sixth hour. The announcer called me back on stage and asked me if I had anything to say. Once again I was met with sincere applause and this time, through the applause, I heard someone call out: "Say anything you want." There is the answer. It is the reason I put on the makeup and the dress and continue to do this ancient art form even today. "Say anything you want." Here is an audience that effectively sat through six hours of speeches and did not want to listen to what prominent experts had to say but all of a sudden after five minutes they were willing to listen to me. It is a connection; a connection with the audience that was more effectively established through the five minutes of dance than through the six hours of speeches. It is a humbling experience seeing the effect a piece has on an audience. I feel that Kuchipudi, like all dance, transcends the costume and any other mundane formality of the art. The effect the dance has on an audience speaks louder than anything words can say. Dance is a voice which gives its practitioners the ability to stand up and talk. This is something I have grown to appreciate over the years. I am sure the Brahmin families of Kuchelpuram saw the same value in the art which is why I think they worked so hard to preserve it. Here, in the twenty first century, I am able to perform anywhere within a fifty mile radius of my home within an hour. We have cameras and tape recorders that make the technology of our ancestors (a voice for the song and a wooden stick to keep the rhythm) seem primitive. Despite this, I feel today it is even more imperative that I share the gift that I have been given. Not only for myself, but for the men and women who have worked to spread their voice years before me with half as much as I have. It is my debt to them. It is my duty to sustain the art for future generations just as they have sustained the art to a point where I am able to practice it. Years later I have performed in venues much more prestigious with many more people. Yet it is these performances which stick out in my mind: the performances where the audience is able to cross from the superficial viewing of the dance and truly become transported to another place and time. That is why I dance.
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What kind of self-respecting male would put on eyeliner, lipstick and foundation and go out in front of hundreds of people? Apparently me. And while I probably know more about these things than most prepubescent twelve-year-old girls, I'm not a female impersonator. I am an Indian classical dancer. Kuchipudi is the Indian classical dance from the state of Andhra Pradesh in southern India. It originated in the 16th century BC. At that time it was mostly performed by Brahmin males who passed the art down through a father-son lineage. Today, although this art form has become overwhelmingly dominated by women, I have been dancing for thirteen years. Many people have asked me why, as an American-born Indian boy who does not speak a word of his native tongue, I started learning Kuchipudi. Let me be honest; I was four and my mother made me. Yes, that is the reason I started, but it is not the reason I dance today. If someone asks me why I dance the answer to the question will not 'force' but it will be a recollection of an event that occurred when I was twelve. There was a show in Long Island one summer. I was invited to perform, and I expected there were other artists who were going to perform as well. I also expected this show to be done, like most other cultural events I had been to, in about four hours. Unfortunately the program was filled with mostly speakers who talked for hours on end about Indian culture, belaboring the same points repetitively. There were only a handful of other dancers. It was so frustrating that by the sixth hour most of the audience had left the building. There weren't many people left when I got on stage. I actually don't even remember too much of the actual performance other than being incredibly exhausted from waiting so long and slightly put off by the fact that there were only about forty people still there to watch my performance. What I do remember, however; is that after I was done I was met with a sincere and enthusiastic applause that broke the dullness that had dominated the atmosphere until the sixth hour. The announcer called me back on stage and asked me if I had anything to say. Once again I was met with sincere applause and this time, through the applause, I heard someone call out: "Say anything you want." There is the answer. It is the reason I put on the makeup and the dress and continue to do this ancient art form even today. "Say anything you want." Here is an audience that effectively sat through six hours of speeches and did not want to listen to what prominent experts had to say but all of a sudden after five minutes they were willing to listen to me. It is a connection; a connection with the audience that was more effectively established through the five minutes of dance than through the six hours of speeches. It is a humbling experience seeing the effect a piece has on an audience. I feel that Kuchipudi, like all dance, transcends the costume and any other mundane formality of the art. The effect the dance has on an audience speaks louder than anything words can say. Dance is a voice which gives its practitioners the ability to stand up and talk. This is something I have grown to appreciate over the years. I am sure the Brahmin families of Kuchelpuram saw the same value in the art which is why I think they worked so hard to preserve it. Here, in the twenty-first century, I am able to perform anywhere within a fifty-mile radius of my home within an hour. We have cameras and tape recorders that make the technology of our ancestors (a voice for the song and a wooden stick to keep the rhythm) seem primitive. Despite this, I feel today it is even more imperative that I share the gift that I have been given. Not only for myself, but for the men and women who have worked to spread their voice years before me with half as much as I have. It is my debt to them. It is my duty to sustain the art for future generations just as they have sustained the art to a point where I am able to practice it. Years later I have performed in venues much more prestigious with many more people. Yet it is these performances which stick out in my mind: the performances where the audience is able to cross from the superficial viewing of the dance and truly become transported to another place and time. That is why I dance.
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the prompt is: Describe the world you come from ď for example, your family, community or school ď and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. Essay: Racing home as soon as I stepped off the bus. This was my daily routine throughout grade school. I would rush home to finish my homework and chores, so that I was raring to go once my dad got home from work. Since I can remember I have always been involved with physical activity- more specifically, running. All my life my world has revolved around running. It started out as just something I did because my dad always did it, but soon turned into a passion. Because I grew up in small town my primary school didn't offer an actual track team, but we did have annual track meets with the other schools in the area. My dad would help me train nearly everyday so I would be able to go to that meet. Being a typical kid, I wasn't too fond of doing my push-ups or sit-ups- I just wanted to run. No matter how hard my dad tried to get me to do them I wouldn't. As the years progressed, I was the one leading him up the road instead of him leading me. And then high school- I could finally put on that blue and gold uniform and run for a genuine team. The first thing I heard about was who the fastest runner was in our league, and as luck would have it, she just happened to be in my race. I was a nervous wreck the day of the meet. My dad told me I could do it, but I thought he had too much confidence in me. As we lined up at the starting line I thought I was going to fly away, I had so many butterflies in my stomach. Well, the butterflies must have done something because the next thing I knew I was crossing the finish line in first place. I remember seeing my dad with the proudest look on his face I had ever seen. From that day forward, I vowed to do all the crazy and exhausting training my dad had been trying to make me do for years. As my dad told me from the beginning, all my hard work did pay off in the end. I received multiple honors for my achievements and was even recognized by many coaches. I am now ready to take that first step into the next phase of my life, with an unyielding will to reach the top. The advice, support, and love my dad provided me with all through my life is ultimately the reason I am where I am today, and where I will be tomorrow.
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The prompt is: Describe the world you come from ď for example, your family, community or school ď and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. Essay: Racing home as soon as I stepped off the bus. This was my daily routine throughout grade school. I would rush home to finish my homework and chores, so that I was raring to go once my dad got home from work. Since I can remember I have always been involved with physical activity-more specifically, running. All my life my world has revolved around running. It started out as just something I did because my dad always did it, but soon turned into a passion. Because I grew up in small town my primary school didn't offer an actual track team, but we did have annual track meets with the other schools in the area. My dad would help me train nearly everyday, so I would be able to go to that meet. Being a typical kid, I wasn't too fond of doing my push-ups or sit-ups- I just wanted to run. No matter how hard my dad tried to get me to do them I wouldn't. As the years progressed, I was the one leading him up the road instead of him leading me. And then high school- I could finally put on that blue and gold uniform and run for a genuine team. The first thing I heard about was who the fastest runner was in our league, and as luck would have it, she just happened to be in my race. I was a nervous wreck the day of the meet. My dad told me I could do it, but I thought he had too much confidence in me. As we lined up at the starting line I thought I was going to fly away, I had so many butterflies in my stomach. Well, the butterflies must have done something because the next thing I knew I was crossing the finish line in first place. I remember seeing my dad with the proudest look on his face I had ever seen. From that day forward, I vowed to do all the crazy and exhausting training my dad had been trying to make me do for years. As my dad told me from the beginning, all my hard work did pay off in the end. I received multiple honors for my achievements and was even recognized by many coaches. I am now ready to take that first step into the next phase of my life, with an unyielding will to reach the top. The advice, support, and love my dad provided me with all through my life is ultimately the reason I am where I am today, and where I will be tomorrow.
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At a very young age I was taught by my parents, "In order to succeed, one must do well in school and attain a high level of education." How does one start to comprehend what it means to do well before starting grade school? It wasn't something I had to comprehend, but something I had to do because my parents came to America in order for me to have a better future. Throughout the years I have been in school, I've been able to maintain high grades and now, I have to attain that higher level of education I've always dreamed of. I believe Rutgers University will be able to offer me much more than just a higher level of education. With its diverse community of different cultures, experiences, and people, Rutgers University will expose me to a world I'm familiar with, but on a much greater scale. The diversity in the small town I grew up in was limited, but this limitation taught me there's much more to a culture than its food and holidays. There are also the lessons and values different cultures have. Not only have I learned about others' cultures, but growing up in a traditional Chinese family has taught me a lot about my own. The lessons and values taught by my family has taught me how to be a better person and essentially made me into who I am today. By attending Rutgers University, I will be able to benefit from and contribute to its already diverse community. Like I mentioned before, I grew up in a traditional Chinese family so I will be able to share with others my New Year, the Chinese New Year, and many other traditions we have. Like any other culture, we have traditional dishes that are different from what one might order at a Chinese restaurant. By sharing this with others, I believe it will open their eyes to something unique and different from what they perceive as Chinese tradition. Along with Rutgers University's diverse culture, there is also the copious amount of experience people have. Whether the experience comes from work, school, or life in general, each individual has acquired knowledge from their own exclusive experiences. I too, learned from my life experiences and I believe with these experiences, I will be able to enlighten my peers to think more openly and considerately. The knowledge I give will reciprocate knowledge of others that I have been ignorant to before and enrich my way of thinking and understanding. A quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe states, "Knowing is not enough; we must apply!" Attaining knowledge by others is something we can all benefit from, but applying it to everyday life will benefit the society we live in. The community that Rutgers University will provide will not only benefit me in learning about others' cultures and expanding my knowledge, but it will also be able to aid me in my studies. I have always been interested in technology ever since I was young, especially in computers. That is why I am looking to become a computer engineer. With the great programs provided by Rutgers University, I believe I can accomplish this daunting task. The road in the future may be tough, but with the life experiences I carry and the help of Rutgers and its community I know I can accomplish what I set out to do.
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At a very young age I was taught by my parents, "In order to succeed, one must do well in school and attain a high level of education." How does one start to comprehend what it means to do well before starting grade school? It wasn't something I had to comprehend, but something I had to do because my parents came to America in order for me to have a better future. Throughout the years I have been in school, I've been able to maintain high grades and now, I have to attain that higher level of education I've always dreamed of. I believe Rutgers University will be able to offer me much more than just a higher level of education. With its diverse community of different cultures, experiences, and people, Rutgers University will expose me to a world I'm familiar with, but on a much greater scale. The diversity in the small town I grew up in was limited, but this limitation taught me there's much more to a culture than its food and holidays. There are also the lessons and values different cultures have. Not only have I learned about others' cultures, but growing up in a traditional Chinese family has taught me a lot about my own. The lessons and values taught by my family has taught me how to be a better person and essentially made me into who I am today. By attending Rutgers University, I will be able to benefit from and contribute to its already diverse community. Like I mentioned before, I grew up in a traditional Chinese family, so I will be able to share with others my New Year, the Chinese New Year, and many other traditions we have. Like any other culture, we have traditional dishes that are different from what one might order at a Chinese restaurant. By sharing this with others, I believe it will open their eyes to something unique and different from what they perceive as Chinese tradition. Along with Rutgers University's diverse culture, there is also the copious amount of experience people have. Whether the experience comes from work, school, or life in general, each individual has acquired knowledge from their own exclusive experiences. I too, learned from my life experiences and I believe with these experiences, I will be able to enlighten my peers to think more openly and considerately. The knowledge I give will reciprocate knowledge of others that I have been ignorant to before and enrich my way of thinking and understanding. A quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe states, "Knowing is not enough; we must apply!" Attaining knowledge by others is something we can all benefit from, but applying it to everyday life will benefit the society we live in. The community that Rutgers University will provide will not only benefit me in learning about others' cultures and expanding my knowledge, but it will also be able to aid me in my studies. I have always been interested in technology ever since I was young, especially in computers. That is why I am looking to become a computer engineer. With the great programs provided by Rutgers University, I believe I can accomplish this daunting task. The road in the future may be tough, but with the life experiences I carry and the help of Rutgers and its community I know I can accomplish what I set out to do.
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In my life there have been many obstacles and challenges I had to go through. I came to America ten years ago with my parents; it was rough to leave Peru, the place I was born and raised in; but I came to America to get a better life, education, and to live the American Dream. ...
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In my life there have been many obstacles and challenges I had to go through. I came to America ten years ago with my parents; it was rough to leave Peru, the place I was born and raised in; but I came to America to get a better life, education, and to live the American Dream. ...
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One incident as early as 6th grade nostalgically follows me to this day. It was just like any other school day as we sat, quietly working on our responses to a chapter in "Lord of the Flies." But that fated day was the same day I learned that I passed up the opportunity to enroll in the 7th grade English and history honors program. And that was exactly what I wanted to be a part of. I admit I have an incredibly competitive personality that makes me a hungry lion for challenges, and in this case it would be my first attempt at honors English, honors anything. Mrs. Ruiz told us to "see [her]" if we wanted a spot in the program and made it clear that it was a requirement. However, I have always been shy and spent the entire class nervously contemplating whether or not to mark my interest to the teacher. I regretfully found out later that that was indeed the only way I would get in the program. I tried to console myself with thoughts surrounding the fact that I received high marks and was one of the best students in the class. I should have guaranteed myself a spot. This was a lesson of a lifetime that proved devastating and embarrassing. In the next year as I compared schedules with my friends, it was obvious I was the only one in "regular" English and history. Furthermore, it had dangerously put me on a different path from my future goals, wrestled with my confidence, and what was then expected of me from friends and family. I worked ferociously hard during 7th grade to put together a strong portfolio for 8th grade honors. And I would build a wonderful relationship with the teacher and a respectable and esteemed reputation among my peers. I went on to become the only recipient in my homeroom class accepted into 8th grade honors, welcomed with a congratulatory speech from my teacher, met with ringing applause from entire class. And though I remembered this incident as clearly as it were yesterday at the time, I would fearlessly and confidently apply the following year and received acceptance into 9th grade honors, then 10th grade honors, and eventually enrolled in the hardest AP classes throughout my high school career and even now, this mentally follows me into University of California. This experience gave me the lesson of a lifetime. When life brings you disappointments and heartbreak, it is never the end. There is always a healthy and clean path to your goal as long as you hold on for the difficult and unpredictable ride, and persistently work hard from beginning to end. I feel proud that even at such a young age, I could accept my fate with astounding maturity after such a big disappointment and did not allow myself to become just another unfortunate story. I did not stray from the targeted path that I once let myself stray. It also relates my strength I am when faced with adversity in life. I have never been one to let others walk on me, but it was during sixth grade that I learned, I walked on myself. As I am experiencing my educational years in the University of California and also in my future careers, I know without any hesitation that I have the confidence and determination to my pursue goals with every ounce of my being.
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One incident as early as 6th grade nostalgically follows me to this day. It was just like any other school day as we sat, quietly working on our responses to a chapter in "Lord of the Flies." But that fated day was the same day I learned that I passed up the opportunity to enroll in the 7th grade English and history honors program. And that was exactly what I wanted to be a part of. I admit I have an incredibly competitive personality that makes me a hungry lion for challenges, and in this case it would be my first attempt at honors English, honors anything. Mrs. Ruiz told us to "see [her]" if we wanted a spot in the program and made it clear that it was a requirement. However, I have always been shy and spent the entire class nervously contemplating whether to mark my interest to the teacher. I regretfully found out later that that was indeed the only way I would get in the program. I tried to console myself with thoughts surrounding the fact that I received high marks and was one of the best students in the class. Furthermore, I should have guaranteed myself a spot. This was a lesson of a lifetime that proved devastating and embarrassing. In the next year as I compared schedules with my friends, it was obvious I was the only one in "regular" English and history. Furthermore, it had dangerously put me on a different path from my future goals, wrestled with my confidence, and what was then expected of me from friends and family. I worked ferociously hard during 7th grade to put together a strong portfolio for 8th grade honors. And I would build a wonderful relationship with the teacher and a respectable and esteemed reputation among my peers. I went on to become the only recipient in my homeroom class accepted into 8th grade honors, welcomed with a congratulatory speech from my teacher, met with ringing applause from entire class. And though I remembered this incident as clearly as it were yesterday at the time, I would fearlessly and confidently apply the following year and received acceptance into 9th grade honors, then 10th grade honors, and eventually enrolled in the hardest AP classes throughout my high school career and even now, this mentally follows me into University of California. This experience gave me the lesson of a lifetime. When life brings you disappointments and heartbreak, it is never the end. There is always a healthy and clean path to your goal as long as you hold on for the difficult and unpredictable ride, and persistently work hard from beginning to end. I feel proud that even at such a young age, I could accept my fate with astounding maturity after such a big disappointment and did not allow myself to become just another unfortunate story. I did not stray from the targeted path that I once let myself stray. It also relates my strength I am when faced with adversity in life. I have never been one to let others walk on me, but it was during sixth grade that I learned, I walked on myself. As I am experiencing my educational years in the University of California and also in my future careers, I know without any hesitation that I have the confidence and determination to my pursue goals with every ounce of my being.
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Could someone read over this essay for content as well as grammar. What values do you believe are important in fostering a cohesive, successful, and supportive campus community? Please provide us with details from an experience that you had that has shaped these values. A successful college campus is one that guides its student body to self discovery. I believe that a healthy campus community must be diverse, and multidimensional but also allow for cultural exchange. Even though the students may come from different backgrounds, and pursue different goals, they must share common interests. The community must work as a whole to recover from setbacks and achieve greater heights. In such a close knit community, students can expand their horizons and pave the streets to success. Having experienced a collaborative community firsthand, I can vouch for its strength. In the 7th grade, my school hosted a School Fair. As a part of the project, I never believed that the all disciplines ranging from science to music could be brought under the same roof. Yet, the herculean endeavor came to life through the cooperation and diligence of the school community. The School Fair was a success, and the school received numerous accolades, but the triumph lay in the hands of the students. It was only our endless perseverance that allowed us to overcome every setback and achieve success. I know this essay needs some changes. It needs to be a little shorter and I don't really know if the content corresponds to the question. Idk.. I just need help >.< Thanks again
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Could someone read over this essay for content as well as grammar. What values do you believe are important in fostering a cohesive, successful, and supportive campus community? Please provide us with details from an experience that you had that has shaped these values. A successful college campus is one that guides its student body to self discovery. I believe that a healthy campus community must be diverse, and multidimensional but also allow for cultural exchange. Even though the students may come from different backgrounds, and pursue different goals, they must share common interests. The community must work as a whole to recover from setbacks and achieve greater heights. In such a close-knit community, students can expand their horizons and pave the streets to success. Having experienced a collaborative community firsthand, I can vouch for its strength. In the 7th grade, my school hosted a School Fair. As a part of the project, I never believed that the all disciplines ranging from science to music could be brought under the same roof. Yet, the Herculean endeavor came to life through the cooperation and diligence of the school community. The School Fair was a success, and the school received numerous accolades, but the triumph lay in the hands of the students. It was only our endless perseverance that allowed us to overcome every setback and achieve success. I know this essay needs some changes. It needs to be a little shorter and I don't really know if the content corresponds to the question. IDK. I just need help Sgt;.Lt; Thanks again
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all app prompt #2Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are? My major is communications and In #1 i'm going to write about it.In #2 essay, i'm going to write about music that I really love.Can I write something that doesnt relate to my major in #2? does it matter?what do you think is better topic in #2?1.volunteer work- teaching english to from preschooler to middle school student(non english speakers) in summer last year2. passionate about music. Hardships going through it.
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All app prompt #2Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud, and how does it relate to the person you are? My major is communications and In #1 I'm going to write about it. In #2 essay, I'm going to write about music that I really love. Can I write something that doesn't relate to my major in #2? Does it matter?what do you think is better topic in #2?1.volunteer work-teaching English to from preschooler to middle school student(non English speakers) in summer last year2. Passionate about music. Hardships going through it.
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Vires, meaning strength of all kinds, is the word that has the most significance to me. Strength comes in all shapes and forms, such a physical, moral, and intellectual. I exhibit all of these strengths. I have played baseball throughout high school and I am a member of LA Fitness. I go to the gym everyday to keep myself in shape. I am in all APhonors classes; my only elective is even an honors course. This was all by my choice. Morals play a big role in my life. I believe that people with morals and values will go far in life. Although they might not lead to fame and fortune, they are the foundation to a good person and to me, that is more important than fame and fortune. Artes is a word that refers to the beauty in intellectual pursuits shown in craft, skill, or art. Since my freshman year, I have been involved in the Television Production program at my school. Since I lack the gift of being musically inclined and artistically inclined, I use this form of art to express myself. As the editor for the morning announcements, I have the ability to make the announcements unique while keeping a professional look to them at the same time. Also, I am currently working on a music video that is about how the world, socially and environmentally, is falling apart because of us, the human race as a whole. Mores is a word meaning character, custom, and tradition. Traditions and customs are an important aspect in my life. For example, being a Catholic household, it is customary to say grace before Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner. Also, during the holiday season, my parents and I bedeck our house with lights galore. These are the types of things I look forward to at these times of the year. Without customs and traditions, there would be nothing to look forward to. Once unknown to me, these words have taken a meaning in my life and have influenced me. I see my chance to attend the prestigious Florida State University as a chance to expand my knowledge and most importantly, open up doors in my career and better myself as a person.
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Virus, meaning strength of all kinds, is the word that has the most significance to me. Strength comes in all shapes and forms, such a physical, moral, and intellectual. I exhibit all of these strengths. I have played baseball throughout high school, and I am a member of LA Fitness. Furthermore, I go to the gym every day to keep myself in shape. Furthermore, I am in all AP honors classes; my only elective is even an honors course. This was all by my choice. Morals play a big role in my life. I believe that people with morals and values will go far in life. Although they might not lead to fame and fortune, they are the foundation to a good person and to me, that is more important than fame and fortune. Arts is a word that refers to the beauty in intellectual pursuits shown in craft, skill, or art. Since my freshman year, I have been involved in the Television Production program at my school. Since I lack the gift of being musically inclined and artistically inclined, I use this form of art to express myself. As the editor for the morning announcements, I have the ability to make the announcements unique while keeping a professional look to them at the same time. Also, I am currently working on a music video that is about how the world, socially and environmentally, is falling apart because of us, the human race as a whole. Mores is a word meaning character, custom, and tradition. Traditions and customs are an important aspect in my life. For example, being a Catholic household, it is customary to say grace before Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner. Also, during the holiday season, my parents and I bedeck our house with lights galore. These are the types of things I look forward to at these times of the year. Without customs and traditions, there would be nothing to look forward to. Once unknown to me, these words have taken a meaning in my life and have influenced me. I see my chance to attend the prestigious Florida State University as a chance to expand my knowledge and most importantly, open up doors in my career and better myself as a person.
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Also, I was hoping to be able to use the same essay for University of California, but I know I'll have to adapt it a little bit. Could you give some suggestions for that? Thanks! I had never smelled anything so bad in my life. From a nearby hill I looked down upon the Guatemala City Garbage Dump, the largest landfill in Central America. Men and women with babies strapped to their backs scavenged the dump for trash that they could trade for food. Children wandered dangerously close to operating bulldozers, also stooped over to search for potentially valuable items. Overwhelmed, I turned away from the dump and watched a boy approach me with a handkerchief in his outstretched arm. "Here," he said in slow, careful English. "You can cover your nose with this." Last summer, I traveled to Guatemala with a student volunteer organization called Global Visionaries, which pairs groups of American and Guatemalan teenagers to improve social and environmental conditions in the rural countryside. This is how I first met Miguel. During the course of my three-week stay in Guatemala, we participated in numerous service projects designed to help local communities, including work in reforestation, local hospitals, and school construction. However, as my time in Guatemala continued, I realized this experience impacted me just as much as my group may have impacted the community. On the first day of construction, I immediately knew that working on the school site would be a difficult task. Our job was to haul ground rock to the top of a steep hill, where the foundation for a new one-room school would be laid. Each day for five hours, Miguel and I lugged fifty-pound sacks up the hill. Becoming physically drained and tired of the monotonous ascent, the goal seemed unattainable after several days of work. I knew that I was helping someone, but I did not know exactly who this was. Often times, I concentrated more on my day-to-day exhaustion rather than the positive effects of my work. However, one particularly grueling day of work soon changed into the most fulfilling of my entire trip. Miguel and I sat on the ground, exhausted in the stifling humidity. Miguel turned to me and said, "We have to keep going. This is the school that I will attend." I looked at Miguel, somewhat ashamed for having pitied myself while building his school. But, at the same moment, Miguel also seemed humbled admitting his need for help. We began our next trip up the hill, this time motivated by our newly found mutual desire to simply get the job done, to finish what we had started. Step by step, we gradually reached the top of the hill. We had succeeded, for now; there were still many more hauls to be made. Even though I knew that I would not be in Guatemala long enough to see the final brick laid, I was comforted by the fact that I was laying the foundation for Miguel's future school. Each load we carried up the hill soon seemed to hold much more purpose. My experience in Guatemala eventually approached its close. On the long bus ride to the airport, Miguel and I talked and laughed as if it was any time we had shared over the past three weeks. However, the bus arrived at the airport all too soon. Shaking his hand, I thanked Miguel for everything. He smiled and replied, "De nada. Mi casa es tu casa." His parting words turned out to be the biggest gift of all. Retrospectively, before the trip I was not exactly sure why I had chosen to volunteer in Guatemala. I knew that in helping others I might feel good about myself, but the source of these good feelings were unclear. Before this experience, I was not as conscientious about the true purpose and meaning behind working for the betterment of those around me. From our first encounter when Miguel offered me his handkerchief, I observed his compassion for others. But, upon my departure, I finally understood what I received in return for my work; his parting words symbolized an offering of his gratitude and friendship. At this moment, I came to appreciate that true friendship is a balance between helping and receiving, that in being selfless to others the favor is repaid. I entered Miguel's country as a foreigner and stranger, separated by barriers in language and custom, only to emerge from the trip as a friend and brother. I knew that the phrase "Mi casa es tu casa" was taken seriously in Latin American culture, so I chose to do the same. On the plane ride back home I promised myself that one day I would return to his home, now my home as well.
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Also, I was hoping to be able to use the same essay for University of California, but I know I'll have to adapt it a little. Could you give some suggestions for that? Thanks! I had never smelled anything so bad in my life. From a nearby hill I looked down upon the Guatemala City Garbage Dump, the largest landfill in Central America. Men and women with babies strapped to their backs scavenged the dump for trash that they could trade for food. Children wandered dangerously close to operating bulldozers, also stooped over to search for potentially valuable items. Overwhelmed, I turned away from the dump and watched a boy approach me with a handkerchief in his outstretched arm. "Here," he said in slow, careful English. "You can cover your nose with this." Last summer, I traveled to Guatemala with a student volunteer organization called Global Visionaries, which pairs groups of American and Guatemalan teenagers to improve social and environmental conditions in the rural countryside. This is how I first met Miguel. During the course of my three-week stay in Guatemala, we participated in numerous service projects designed to help local communities, including work in reforestation, local hospitals, and school construction. However, as my time in Guatemala continued, I realized this experience impacted me just as much as my group may have impacted the community. On the first day of construction, I immediately knew that working on the school site would be a difficult task. Our job was to haul ground rock to the top of a steep hill, where the foundation for a new one-room school would be laid. Each day for five hours, Miguel and I lugged fifty-pound sacks up the hill. Becoming physically drained and tired of the monotonous ascent, the goal seemed unattainable after several days of work. I knew that I was helping someone, but I did not know exactly who this was. Often times, I concentrated more on my day-to-day exhaustion rather than the positive effects of my work. However, one particularly grueling day of work soon changed into the most fulfilling of my entire trip. Miguel and I sat on the ground, exhausted in the stifling humidity. Miguel turned to me and said, "We have to keep going. This is the school that I will attend." I looked at Miguel, somewhat ashamed for having pitied myself while building his school. But, at the same moment, Miguel also seemed humbled admitting his need for help. We began our next trip up the hill, this time motivated by our newly found mutual desire to simply get the job done, to finish what we had started. Step by step, we gradually reached the top of the hill. We had succeeded, for now; there were still many more hauls to be made. Even though I knew that I would not be in Guatemala long enough to see the final brick laid, I was comforted by the fact that I was laying the foundation for Miguel's future school. Each load we carried up the hill soon seemed to hold much more purpose. My experience in Guatemala eventually approached its close. On the long bus ride to the airport, Miguel and I talked and laughed as if it was any time we had shared over the past three weeks. However, the bus arrived at the airport all too soon. Shaking his hand, I thanked Miguel for everything. He smiled and replied, "De NASA. Mi Casey BS TU Casey." His parting words turned out to be the biggest gift of all. Retrospectively, before the trip I was not exactly sure why I had chosen to volunteer in Guatemala. I knew that in helping others I might feel good about myself, but the source of these good feelings were unclear. Before this experience, I was not as conscientious about the true purpose and meaning behind working for the betterment of those around me. From our first encounter when Miguel offered me his handkerchief, I observed his compassion for others. But, upon my departure, I finally understood what I received in return for my work; his parting words symbolized an offering of his gratitude and friendship. At this moment, I came to appreciate that true friendship is a balance between helping and receiving, that in being selfless to others the favor is repaid. I entered Miguel's country as a foreigner and stranger, separated by barriers in language and custom, only to emerge from the trip as a friend and brother. I knew that the phrase "Mi Casey BS TU Casey" was taken seriously in Latin American culture, so I chose to do the same. On the plane ride back home I promised myself that one day I would return to his home, now my home as well.
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For Centuries, America has been considered a "Melting Pot" of different cultures from around the world. My family history reflects that melting pot and has influenced me in many ways. My father is from Kentucky and grew up in a family of 12 children. My mother is from a New York Jewish background. I have learned different things from each side of my family. You can't be shy or hide your feelings around the Richeson family. Their boisterousness has taught me to break out of my shell and become the sociable person am today. The way they support me in everything I do has taught me to be supportive of other people. Because they believe in me my self confidence has blossomed. Though college was never an option for them they encourage me and my cousins to take advantage of the opportunity that they missed. My father has passed down his family's work ethic and has taught me that I can achieve anything if I work and study with all my heart. My mother's small Jewish family has taught me to enjoy other cultures and be open minded. Because she is from New York, she has been able to introduce me to things such as classical music, fine art, and theatre which I have come to appreciate and seek out whenever possible. Since she plays several musical instruments, she has made sure that I have had a very thorough musical education and I have taken piano, voice and drum lessons throughout my life. 4. What qualities or unique characteristics do you possess that would allow you to contribute to the UCF community? When I was in elementary school, my school guidance counselor asked students to volunteer in a Peer Mediation program and I immediately signed up. Since the young age of 7 I have had the desire to help others. If there are conflicts among my peers I make sure to see both sides of the issues. I am my happiest when I'm helping people get along with one another. I tend to be nurturing and caring. Some of my friends even call me "Mom"! When those around me are being treated unfairly and do not speak up for themselves, I make sure their voice is heard. These characteristics will help me pursue a career in education or psychology. I plan on becoming involved in organizations and participating in activities that will accentuate these qualities. While I am learning I will be helping others around me and contributing to the UCF community.
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For Centuries, America has been considered a "Melting Pot" of different cultures from around the world. My family history reflects that melting pot and has influenced me in many ways. My father is from Kentucky and grew up in a family of 12 children. My mother is from a New York Jewish background. I have learned different things from each side of my family. You can't be shy or hide your feelings around the Riches on family. Their boisterousness has taught me to break out of my shell and become the sociable person am today. The way they support me in everything I do has taught me to be supportive of other people. Because they believe in me my self-confidence has blossomed. Though college was never an option for them, they encourage me and my cousins to take advantage of the opportunity that they missed. My father has passed down his family's work ethic and has taught me that I can achieve anything if I work and study with all my heart. My mother's small Jewish family has taught me to enjoy other cultures and be open-minded. Because she is from New York, she has been able to introduce me to things such as classical music, fine art, and theater which I have come to appreciate and seek out whenever possible. Since she plays several musical instruments, she has made sure that I have had a very thorough musical education and I have taken piano, voice and drum lessons throughout my life. 4. What qualities or unique characteristics do you possess that would allow you to contribute to the UCF community? When I was in elementary school, my school guidance counselor asked students to volunteer in a Peer Mediation program and I immediately signed up. Since the young age of 7 I have had the desire to help others. If there are conflicts among my peers I make sure to see both sides of the issues. I am my happiest when I'm helping people get along with one another. I tend to be nurturing and caring. Some of my friends even call me "Mom"! When those around me are being treated unfairly and do not speak up for themselves, I make sure their voice is heard. These characteristics will help me pursue a career in education or psychology. I plan on becoming involved in organizations and participating in activities that will accentuate these qualities. While I am learning I will be helping others around me and contributing to the UCF community.
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The alphabet I know consists of only seven letters. The only colors I know are black and white. I grew up with people named Muzio Clementi, Frederic Chopin, and Johann Sebastian Bach. To a typical person this might seem strange, but to a musically educated individual it makes perfect sense. This is because I produce music from a half-ton construction of wood and steel strings commonly referred to as a piano. At the age of six I began running my fingers over the black and white keys. Piano playing has not always been a passion of mine. During my third year of musical studies I developed a strong dislike for the daunting instrument. My simple joy for Mary Had a Little Lamb morphed into disgust for the chaos of noise entitled Fur Elise. My eyes could not believe the number of musical notes that fit onto so few pages. Despite this obstacle, my piano instructor urged me to press on. Day in and day out I practiced, note by note, page by page. Slowly but surely I began to hear the flowing melody come out of the piano; it wasn't perfect, but it was there. The more I improved my playing, the more I came to love music. Not only did that experience allow me to play one of the most popular pieces in music history, it also allowed me to discover the rewards of perseverance. Despite the numbing pain in my fingers or the tireless nights I spent working on Fur Elise, I never gave up. Seven years have passed since I first learned that song, and I still know Fur Elise by heart, reminding me that burning the midnight oil does pay off. Fur Elise became more than a song to me. I didn't realize it then, but that experience has gradually shaped the person I am today. I learned that perseverance doesn't know the meaning of failure, that it takes continuous effort to succeed. Piano enabled my fingers to grow from fragile appendages into sturdy tools used to command sound into music. Likewise, my personality was able mature from a naive, unfocused child to a determined, strong-willed young adult. The piano has taught me to finish what I start whether it is a long baseball season or just everyday homework. Before I learned to play Fur Elise, I saw piano playing as a series of conflicts; one struggle after another. Now, my outlook towards the piano is no longer fueled by a need to conquer challenging pieces, but rather a desire to continue expanding my musical repertoire. More importantly, I have learned to work through complications instead of merely wrestling with them. After the countless pieces and insurmountable number of hours spent on my piano, I am now mentally ready for new "songs" to tackle, one of which I'm hoping will be your school. Much like pieces of music, college courses demand a person's time and dedication to learn their content. I believe that with my steadfast determination I will be able to successfully complete UC courses. From a young age, I have known that I must unyieldingly strive towards a goal to truly accomplish it. With a focus on reaching the last notes of these new pieces, I look forward to the rewarding challenges of the University of California.
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The alphabet I know consists of only seven letters. The only colors I know are black and white. I grew up with people named Mozio Clementi, Frédéric Chopin, and Johann Sebastian Bach. To a typical person this might seem strange, but to a musically educated individual it makes perfect sense. This is because I produce music from a half-ton construction of wood and steel strings commonly referred to as a piano. At the age of six I began running my fingers over the black and white keys. Piano playing has not always been a passion of mine. During my third year of musical studies I developed a strong dislike for the daunting instrument. My simple joy for Mary Had a Little Lamb morphed into disgust for the chaos of noise entitled Fur Elise. My eyes could not believe the number of musical notes that fit onto so few pages. Despite this obstacle, my piano instructor urged me to press on. Day in and day out I practiced, note by note, page by page. Slowly but surely I began to hear the flowing melody come out of the piano; it wasn't perfect, but it was there. The more I improved my playing, the more I came to love music. Not only did that experience allow me to play one of the most popular pieces in music history, it also allowed me to discover the rewards of perseverance. Despite the numbing pain in my fingers or the tireless nights I spent working on Fur Elise, I never gave up. Seven years have passed since I first learned that song, and I still know Fur Elise by heart, reminding me that burning the midnight oil does pay off. Fur Elise became more than a song to me. I didn't realize it then, but that experience has gradually shaped the person I am today. I learned that perseverance doesn't know the meaning of failure, that it takes continuous effort to succeed. Piano enabled my fingers to grow from fragile appendages into sturdy tools used to command sound into music. Likewise, my personality was able to mature from a naive, unfocused child to a determined, strong-willed young adult. The piano has taught me to finish what I start whether it is a long baseball season or just everyday homework. Before I learned to play Fur Elise, I saw piano playing as a series of conflicts; one struggle after another. Now, my outlook towards the piano is no longer fueled by a need to conquer challenging pieces, but rather a desire to continue expanding my musical repertoire. More importantly, I have learned to work through complications instead of merely wrestling with them. After the countless pieces and insurmountable number of hours spent on my piano, I am now mentally ready for new "songs" to tackle, one of which I'm hoping will be your school. Much like pieces of music, college courses demand a person's time and dedication to learn their content. I believe that with my steadfast determination I will be able to successfully complete UC courses. From a young age, I have known that I must unyielding strive towards a goal to truly accomplish it. With a focus on reaching the last notes of these new pieces, I look forward to the rewarding challenges of the University of California.
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Whenever I watched Hollywood movies, I focus all of my senses to my ears to understand what actor or actress says. I am female who very interest in learning English is. I had been admitted to Seokyeng University which is located at Seoul Korea year. My major was English major I was very interested in learning English. My school had given us opportunities to teach English to high school student among us who had got good grade above 3.5 GPA. And I was one of who had taught English. It was also great opportunity to realize that it is very important duty to teach English to Korean student as I was English major in university. During period of attending university as English education major, I could obtain steady desired in learning English and educate student in Korea. The result was comes out with attainting scholarship six times in roll from university. I also had taught English disable female student voluntarily since first year in university. She was one who was not having fun with learning English. Even I was not well advanced in English; I tried to influencing her positively in learning English. And outcome of my teaching was also positive; she got better grade on her English class and her favorite class was also become English. I was gratified with her achievement in English class and desire of learning English that she had attained from my taught. But it was not enough for me to satisfy in teaching English, I want to influence more students positively in learning English. And my desired had led me to go to USA for studying English 2006; I studied English about a year in state. It was great opportunity to learn about culture and language. I could also face how Korean's English education was poor compare to USA and other countries. It led me to have steady desire to learn English and education system. After I had finished my study in USA, I came back to Korea with confidence in speaking English. And I tried harder in developing myself in English. 2008 was significant year for me personally because it is a year that I taught English in high school in Korea as a practice teacher. With knowledge that I had attained from USA and my university, I had taught numerous high school students. And I tried my knowledge applicable as possible as I could. And I also met many creative and brilliant teachers who had been teaching English many years, they gave me wonderful idea in teaching student. During period of my teaching I tried focus on making student happy with English and give them desire to learn English. I also researched how student acquire language skill and use it practically. Result was amazing because ordinary student in Korea had learn wrong information in pronounce acing English and they can not give it away wrong hobbit in pronounce acing even though I tried to them fix it numerous times. And result of attaining wrong information led Korean student to speak English with incommunicable. And I had concluded my research as most important source in learning English is place where he or she educates first ever. I had begun to think if I could bring correct information of English to students in Korea; it would be wonderful and getting closer to achieve my purpose of studying English. To obtain my dream and desire to deliver brilliant of English education system of USA to student in Korea, I decide to take a course "TESOL" in USA. If it is possible to take a TESOL course in USA, I would not envious anybody.
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Whenever I watched Hollywood movies, I focus all of my senses to my ears to understand what actor or actress says. I am female who very interest in learning English is. I had been admitted to Spoken University which is located at Seoul Korea year. My major was English major I was very interested in learning English. My school had given us opportunities to teach English to high school student among us who had got good grade above 3.5 GPA. And I was one of whom had taught English. It was also great opportunity to realize that it is very important duty to teach English to Korean student as I was English major in university. During period of attending university as English education major, I could obtain steady desired in learning English and educate student in Korea. The result was comes out with attaining scholarship six times in roll from university. I also had taught English disable female student voluntarily since first year in university. She was one who was not having fun with learning English. Even I was not well advanced in English; I tried to influence her positively in learning English. And outcome of my teaching was also positive; she got better grade on her English class and her favorite class was also become English. I was gratified with her achievement in English class and desire of learning English that she had attained from my taught. But it was not enough for me to satisfy in teaching English, I want to influence more students positively in learning English. And my desired had led me to go to the USA for studying English 2006; I studied English about a year in state. It was great opportunity to learn about culture and language. I could also face how Korean's English education was poor compare to the USA and other countries. It led me to have steady desire to learn English and education system. After I had finished my study in the USA, I came back to Korea with confidence in speaking English. And I tried harder in developing myself in English. 2008 was significant year for me personally because it is a year that I taught English in high school in Korea as a practice teacher. With knowledge that I had attained from the USA and my university, I had taught numerous high school students. And I tried my knowledge applicable as possible as I could. And I also met many creative and brilliant teachers who had been teaching English many years, they gave me wonderful idea in teaching student. During period of my teaching I tried focus on making student happy with English and give them desire to learn English. I also researched how student acquire language skill and use it practically. Result was amazing because ordinary student in Korea had learned wrong information in pronounce acing English, and they can not give it away wrong hobbit in pronounce acing even though I tried to them fix it numerous times. And result of attaining wrong information led Korean student to speak English with incommunicable. And I had concluded my research as most important source in learning English is place where he or she educates first ever. I had begun to think if I could bring correct information of English to students in Korea; it would be wonderful and getting closer to achieve my purpose of studying English. To obtain my dream and desire to deliver brilliant of English education system of the USA to student in Korea, I decide to take a course "TESOL" in the USA. If it is possible to take a TESOL course in the USA, I would be not envious anybody.
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Not many high school students transfer schools at the midpoint of their sophomore year. The transition from a large public high school to a small private school was more than nerve-racking. I've arrived at the conclusion that diversity is essential in any community, especially colleges. Born in a multicultural melting pot like Miami, it's pretty safe to say I'm not your "average Joe". The son of a Frenchman and a Cuban refugee, I grew up eating arroz con pollo for lunch and crępes for dessert. My entire childhood was like one magnificent feast, an experience I will never forget. Every night, I knew right away when my family's daily ritual of sitting around the dining room table for dinner would start when my dad walked in the front door letting everyone know of his arrival by yelling "Bonjour tous le monde!" (Hello everyone!). Usually, my dog, Luna, would be the first to arrive at the door to meet him, probably because she knew he was already here by the time the car pulled into the driveway. If no one answered to his call, which many times was the case, he would ask where everyone was. The unlucky one who actually did greet him would have to explain the absence of the other family members, finishing homework, taking a shower, or even completing the dinner in the kitchen. Most of the time, this responsibility fell onto my shoulders. By the time my father changed out of his work clothes, the entire family would sit at the table ready for another one of our memorable meals. Just imagine my father sitting in his favorite sofa-chair with his reading glasses on the tip of his nose, which by a miracle of God did not fall off, reading the mail while my mother in her favorite cooking apron is taking a steamy plate filled with a chicken surrounded with garlic, carrots and potatoes and setting it on the granite kitchen counter asking my older sister, who is on the phone texting some friend, to help me set the table. All this happens while my brother walks through the kitchen in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, walking from the bathroom to the laundry room asking why, even though he owns 20 pairs, he cannot find a single pair of boxers in his drawer. My mother, being Cuban-American and having lived in France for a year, knows her way around the kitchen. This normally meant that every night we would have a good balanced and unique dinner we had not had in a while. Some nights we will have teriyaki-marinated salmon baked in the oven with a salad, and the next night we will have pork chops cooked on the BBQ with potatoes and an avocado salad. Since dinner time is the only time that the entire family is together during the week, it is always tradition for everyone one by one to say something interesting about their day. Whether it is something they learned at school or an event that happened to them that day. Since my father, especially my father, doesn't see the rest of the family all day since he wakes up before the rest of the clan does, he has the urge to say every bit of detail of his day that he can. My brother nicknamed him the "living monologue". When my mother, being Cuban, is also trying to get her words in, and then my two siblings and I try to converse, it just causes one great pandemonium. When people ask about my personal background and family, all I can do is just smile knowing that there is not enough time in the world to describe to someone what goes on in one week at my house. So when I go to a friend's house for dinner and I see that it is exactly like dinners on TV shows and in movies, I know right away that there is something missing, and the something is diversity. In a college community, I know for a fact I will not be like everyone else in the crowd, I am not your average student.
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Not many high school students transfer schools at the midpoint of their sophomore year. The transition from a large public high school to a small private school was more than nerve-racking. I've arrived at the conclusion that diversity is essential in any community, especially colleges. Born in a multicultural melting pot like Miami, it's pretty safe to say I'm not your "average Joe". The son of a Frenchman and a Cuban refugee, I grew up eating arrow con poll for lunch and crepes for dessert. My entire childhood was like one magnificent feast, an experience I will never forget. Every night, I knew right away when my family's daily ritual of sitting around the dining room table for dinner would start when my dad walked in the front door letting everyone know of his arrival by yelling "Bonjour tous Le Monde!" (Hello everyone!). Usually, my dog, Luna, would be the first to arrive at the door to meet him, probably because she knew he was already here by the time the car pulled into the driveway. If no one answered to his call, which many times were the case, he would ask where everyone was. The unlucky one who actually did greet him would have to explain the absence of the other family members, finishing homework, taking a shower, or even completing the dinner in the kitchen. Most of the time, this responsibility fell onto my shoulders. By the time my father changed out of his work clothes, the entire family would sit at the table ready for another one of our memorable meals. Just imagine my father sitting in his favorite sofa-chair with his reading glasses on the tip of his nose, which by a miracle of God did not fall off, reading the mail while my mother in her favorite cooking apron is taking a steamy plate filled with a chicken surrounded with garlic, carrots and potatoes and setting it on the granite kitchen counter asking my older sister, who is on the phone texting some friend, to help me set the table. All this happens while my brother walks through the kitchen in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, walking from the bathroom to the laundry room asking why, even though he owns 20 pairs, he cannot find a single pair of boxers in his drawer. My mother, being Cuban-American and having lived in France for a year, knows her way around the kitchen. This normally meant that every night we would have a good balanced and unique dinner we had not had in a while. Some nights we will have teriyaki-marinated salmon baked in the oven with a salad, and the next night we will have pork chops cooked on the BBQ with potatoes and an avocado salad. Since dinner time is the only time that the entire family is together during the week, it is always tradition for everyone one by one to say something interesting about their day. Whether it is something they learned at school or an event that happened to them that day. Since my father, especially my father, doesn't see the rest of the family all day since he wakes up before the rest of the clan does, he has the urge to say every bit of detail of his day that he can. My brother nicknamed him the "living monologue". When my mother, being Cuban, is also trying to get her words in, and then my two siblings and I try to converse, it just causes one great pandemonium. When people ask about my personal background and family, all I can do is just smile knowing that there is not enough time in the world to describe to someone what goes on in one week at my house. So when I go to a friend's house for dinner and I see that it is exactly like dinners on TV shows and in movies, I know right away that there is something missing, and the something is diversity. In a college community, I know for a fact I will not be like everyone else in the crowd, I am not your average student.
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As in all families, education was valued above all. My parents would tell me if I earned a high education, I would live a better lifestyle. With only a high school diploma, my parents had to struggle from paycheck to paycheck to make ends meet. Therefore I believed that education ensured happiness, and with this mindset, I strived to be the best in school. A competitive spirit was invoked in me as each test was placed before me. However, the A's I earned did not make me happy. Although every award I brought home delighted my parents, they only brought me temporary satisfaction. Contrary to what my parents felt, the A's I received was as unsatisfactory as C's, the awards as useless as my old toys. In order to meet my parent's mantra, I had forsaken my own desires to meet theirs. I felt as though I was living life as a puppet. It was my grandma that freed me from my strings. She helped me realize that no matter what I do in life, I should do it for myself and not for the benefit of others. I did not have to become the doctor I did not want to be, or the lawyer that makes a large amount of money. I realized the goals my parents had for me would not make me happy, and I had to decide for myself what my goals and dreams were. I was fascinated with our first computer, an old Apple that hummed when it turned on. A stream of letters and numbers filled the screen and suddenly colors began to appear, forming little icons and pictures in the background. The colors and exciting interaction of games opposed to my dull and endless calculus homework made the computer my escape. To my family, computers and games was as boring and pointless as watching an empty channel on the television, but I thought I had come across the career I would dream of achieving: game design. I spent countless hours researching the artistic styles and unique ideas of game designers in order to expand my knowledge of game designing principles. Through independent studies in programming and experimenting with my own computer, I am able to learn more than what was taught in classrooms. I was able to build my first computer at thirteen, and joined the school's computer team at sixteen. In each of these experiences I felt a sense of achievement and satisfaction I had never felt when striving for what my parents wanted. After excelling in my computer programming class, I realized computers were the dream I was looking for all along. I am determined to be a world famous game designer who would revolutionize the game industry. When I first introduced this idea to my parents, they gave me a skeptical look and told me I should become someone more realistic. But I was not deterred. Unlike before, I will not be easily swayed by other people's opinions. Through past experiences, I know only I can decide my future, and living a life of luxury is only secondary to living a life of my own choice. The determination and passion I have for computers will keep bringing me one step closer to my long awaited dream.
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As in all families, education was valued above all. My parents would tell me if I earned a high education, I would live a better lifestyle. With only a high school diploma, my parents had to struggle from paycheck to make ends meet. Therefore, I believed that education ensured happiness, and with this mindset, I strived to be the best in school. A competitive spirit was invoked in me as each test was placed before me. However, the A's I earned did not make me happy. Although every award I brought home delighted my parents, they only brought me temporary satisfaction. Contrary to what my parents felt, the A's I received was as unsatisfactory as C's, the awards as useless as my old toys. In order to meet my parent's mantra, I had forsaken my own desires to meet theirs. I felt as though I was living life as a puppet. It was my grandma that freed me from my strings. She helped me realize that no matter what I do in life, I should do it for myself and not for the benefit of others. I did not have to become the doctor I did not want to be, or the lawyer that makes a large amount of money. I realized the goals my parents had for me would not make me happy, and I had to decide for myself what my goals and dreams were. Furthermore, I was fascinated with our first computer, an old Apple that hummed when it turned on. A stream of letters and numbers filled the screen and suddenly colors began to appear, forming little icons and pictures in the background. The colors and exciting interaction of games opposed to my dull and endless calculus homework made the computer my escape. To my family, computers and games was as boring and pointless as watching an empty channel on the television, but I thought I had come across the career I would dream of achieving: game design. I spent countless hours researching the artistic styles and unique ideas of game designers in order to expand my knowledge of game designing principles. Through independent studies in programming and experimenting with my own computer, I am able to learn more than what was taught in classrooms. I was able to build my first computer at thirteen, and joined the school's computer team at sixteen. In each of these experiences I felt a sense of achievement and satisfaction I had never felt when striving for what my parents wanted. After excelling in my computer programming class, I realized computers were the dream I was looking for all along. I am determined to be a world-famous game designer who would revolutionize the game industry. When I first introduced this idea to my parents, they gave me a skeptical look and told me I should become someone more realistic. But I was not deterred. Unlike before, I will not be easily swayed by other people's opinions. Through experiences, I know only I can decide my future, and living a life of luxury is only secondary to living a life of my own choice. The determination and passion I have for computers will keep bringing me one step closer to my long awaited dream.
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Prompt #1 (freshman applicants) A tear trickled down my face knowing that my parents will soon fly back to the U.S, leaving me and my brother behind to get an education at Colonel Brown Cambridge School. I remembered going to school every day and coming back to my family. However this was different; I would not see my parents for the next two years. Before coming to India, I had never heard of a boarding school, so I did not know what to expect. The first few days were tough; it was hard for me to make friends given the fact that I knew very little Hindi. Things were different; the thought of staying in school 247 was frightening and there were specific times to do specific things. Despite all these negative facts, there were positive things that I did not recognize then and there. It took me more than three years to identify those things. During those years I changed into a whole new person. The whole school would wake up at five in the morning for physical training, which helped tone our physical and mental strength. It was mandatory for students to participate in all sports and extra-curricular activities, giving me a better sense of the world beyond academics. I became more independent, taking care of myself and my belongings. I learned to take responsibility for my own actions. I had also taken the responsibility of my younger brother, helping him and giving him support. My life at Colonel Brown Cambridge motivated me to get a good education and become independent in life. The things I learned there provided me with the tools I need to excel in an arduous environment, much like the University of California. An education from a University of California will help me reach my goal of independence. Through the back of the car I looked on as the school gates got farther and farther away, at that time I treasured the memories and values linked to the school. Half of me wanted to stay, while the other half yearned to unite with the family. I first walked through the gate as a child who depended on his family. After about three years, I left the school as a whole new person, a new Gagandeep who was independent.
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Prompt #1 (freshman applicants) A tear trickled down my face knowing that my parents will soon fly back to the U.S., leaving me and my brother behind to get an education at Colonel Brown Cambridge School. I remembered going to school every day and coming back to my family. However, this was different; I would not see my parents for the next two years. Before coming to India, I had never heard of a boarding school, so I did not know what to expect. The first few days were tough; it was hard for me to make friends given the fact that I knew very little Hindi. Things were different; the thought of staying in school 247 was frightening and there were specific times to do specific things. Despite all these negative facts, there were positive things that I did not recognize then and there. It took me more than three years to identify those things. During those years I changed into a whole new person. The whole school would wake up at five in the morning for physical training, which helped tone our physical and mental strength. It was mandatory for students to participate in all sports and extracurricular activities, giving me a better sense of the world beyond academics. I became more independent, taking care of myself and my belongings. I learned to take responsibility for my own actions. Furthermore, I had also taken the responsibility of my younger brother, helping him and giving him support. My life at Colonel Brown Cambridge motivated me to get a good education and become independent in life. The things I learned there provided me with the tools I need to excel in an arduous environment, much like the University of California. An education from a University of California will help me reach my goal of independence. Through the back of the car I looked on as the school gates got farther and farther away, at that time I treasured the memories and values linked to the school. Half of me wanted to stay, while the other half yearned to unite with the family. I first walked through the gate as a child who depended on his family. After about three years, I left the school as a whole new person, a new Amandeep who was independent.
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Prompt #2 (all applicants) Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are? And i think the beginning is a bit strange, have u got any idea to change it? I was admitted into Shanghai High School with a high score in the entrance exam. While most people regarded my admission with envy, I wasn't able to be proud of my freshman year. I attended the school like a beaver struggling in the upriver rapids. Academic competitions, Science Debates, Student Union work, and other school activities did not attract me because I was merely a humble, low ranked ordinary student and I hated failures so that I dared not have a try. However, I was fascinated with the standard soccer pitch in the school. Never had I seen such a verdant field with a wonderful open space. Never had any young soccer lover seen such a plain view without any skyscrapers, airplanes or electric wires. Only the vast sky released my depressed spirit from scores and honors. Thus, I started to concentrate more on sports events especially soccer. Like taking a math course, I took up soccer training after school every day. Though that was exhausting to run several miles after sitting eight hours in classroom and extremely boring to chase a ball in order to score a goal like seeking after a key to solve a geometry problem, yet I found it exuberant to feel my desire for victory. Kicking a ball with six other teammates, I also noticed that not only I but we, seven guys were looking forward to a real victory, which should be totally different from what is in our daily plays. Soon, there came the chance. The Little League called "Yuansheng Cup" came about as a great opportunity for us to show our talent in soccer and eagerness to win. The first match was still like a dream to me as if it had never happened. We were all excited and of course, a little nervous to play our first match against seven freshmen of the same aged and maybe of similar awkward techniques. We were not so timid and unlike amateurs at the beginning. Controlling the ball by passing around and having conducted some shoots, we seven were commanding the pace well and thus our confidence grew; so did our chance. We dominated the game; later on, we broke the deadlock. I tackled the striker, passed the ball to Sam and spurted along the left wing. Sam, a skillful dribbler, moved forward at a fairly low speed but with his eyes scanning the whole pitch; the ball found Davis, who hid at the right sideline. There was no defender except the keeper before Davis because I, together with Kevin and King, beguiled the full backs into our attacking trap. Davis scored! And we did it, our first goal. We had a happy ending in the first half. However, looking down on our opponents posed the adversity to us that just a second after the second half whistle, we conceded a goal. As the team leader, I couldn't be more clear-headed than ever about the situation in which we guys were struggling: we wanted a victory. I shouted to my fighters, "C'mon, guys! It's time to knock them a BLOW!" Afterwards, we were back to seize the match. Sam blocked their shoot and gave the ball to me. I glanced at the goal in the mid-field and, without hesitation, took a full-strengthened shoot. The curving bird flew above the keeper's digits, hit the left side-bar, glided along the line and kissed the right side-bar. 2-1! What a miracle! Even David Beckham couldn't have scored such a goal. Finally, we won our first game on the appealing pitch. Heretofore, we, the seven members in the soccer team, have experienced wins and losses; we have realized that past victories were merely past glories and we should always keep on fighting for the next victory; we have as well perceived that defeats are not that horrible and unacceptable, but they disclose our weakness and shortcomings; what's more, we have become popular among our classmates: girls have watched every game in which they cried out to encourage us and provided us with soft-drinks; other boys have begun practicing soccer as a pastime. I, myself, have learned a lot from soccer. To me, the purpose of a match is not to score a goal, not to beat the defense, not to win the match but to have one try, then another, another and another. I started to think more about my school life, my study and my future. I sought ways to work more efficiently; I asked for a chance to support the class debate team as a substitute; I submitted the application to the Student Union; and still, I played for my soccer team. Through the years in my school, I have been exploiting every minute to "tries". Instead of day-dreaming, planning or contemplating, I believe that trying is always the first step to success. Now, I am trying for the best university in the world and I am trying to further my "tries" in a new land, a new environment.
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Prompt #2 (all applicants) Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud, and how does it relate to the person you are? And I think the beginning is a bit strange, have u got any idea to change it? I was admitted into Shanghai High School with a high score in the entrance exam. While most people regarded my admission with envy, I wasn't able to be proud of my freshman year. I attended the school like a beaver struggling in the upriver rapids. Academic competitions, Science Debates, Student Union work, and other school activities did not attract me because I was merely a humble, low ranked ordinary student and I hated failures so that I dared not have a try. However, I was fascinated with the standard soccer pitch in the school. Never had I seen such a verdant field with a wonderful open space. Never had any young soccer lover seen such a plain view without any skyscrapers, airplanes or electric wires. Only the vast sky released my depressed spirit from scores and honors. Thus, I started to concentrate more on sports events especially soccer. Like taking a math course, I took up soccer training after school every day. Though that was exhausting to run several miles after sitting eight hours in classroom and extremely boring to chase a ball in order to score a goal like seeking after a key to solve a geometry problem, yet I found it exuberant to feel my desire for victory. Kicking a ball with six other teammates, I also noticed that not only I but we, seven guys were looking forward to a real victory, which should be totally different from what is in our daily plays. Soon, there came the chance. The Little League called "Yuanzhang Cup" came about as a great opportunity for us to show our talent in soccer and eagerness to win. The first match was still like a dream to me as if it had never happened. We were all excited and of course, a little nervous to play our first match against seven freshmen of the same aged and maybe of similar awkward techniques. We were not so timid and unlike amateurs at the beginning. Controlling the ball by passing around and having conducted some shoots, we seven were commanding the pace well and thus our confidence grew; so did our chance. We dominated the game; later on, we broke the deadlock. I tackled the striker, passed the ball to Sam and spurted along the left wing. Sam, a skillful dribbler, moved forward at a fairly low speed but with his eyes scanning the whole pitch; the ball found Davis, who hid at the right sideline. There was no defender except the keeper before Davis because I, together with Kevin and King, beguiled the full backs into our attacking trap. Davis scored! And we did it, our first goal. We had a happy ending in the first half. However, looking down on our opponents posed the adversity to us that just a second after the second half whistle, we conceded a goal. As the team leader, I couldn't be more clear-headed than ever about the situation in which we guys were struggling: we wanted a victory. I shouted to my fighters, "C'mon, guys! It's time to knock them a BLOW!" Afterwards, we were back to seize the match. Sam blocked their shoot and gave the ball to me. I glanced at the goal in the mid-field and, without hesitation, took a full-strengthened shoot. The curving bird flew above the keeper's digits, hit the left sidebar, glided along the line and kissed the right sidebar. 2-1! What a miracle! Even David Beckham couldn't have scored such a goal. Finally, we won our first game on the appealing pitch. Heretofore, we, the seven members in the soccer team, have experienced wins and losses; we have realized that past victories were merely past glories, and we should always keep on fighting for the next victory; we have as well perceived that defeats are not that horrible and unacceptable, but they disclose our weakness and shortcomings; what's more, we have become popular among our classmates: girls have watched every game in which they cried out to encourage us and provided us with soft-drinks; other boys have begun practicing soccer as a pastime. I, myself, have learned a lot from soccer. To me, the purpose of a match is not to score a goal, not to beat the defense, not to win the match but to have one try, then another, another and another. I started to think more about my school life, my study and my future. I sought ways to work more efficiently; I asked for a chance to support the class debate team as a substitute; I submitted the application to the Student Union; and still, I played for my soccer team. Through the years in my school, I have been exploiting every minute to "tries". Instead of day-dreaming, planning or contemplating, I believe that trying is always the first step to success. Now, I am trying for the best university in the world, and I am trying to further my "tries" in a new land, a new environment.
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It was the day I held that first trophy above my head when I realized who I wanted to be and what I really wanted to do with my life. In the summer of 2001, at the age of eleven, I won my first tennis tournament and it was only the second one I ever competed in. But from the results of the Niketown Junior Tennis Challenge, I was their Boys' 12 Singles Champion. That was the summer I discovered what I wanted to pursue myself in and to become the best I could possibly be in this sport. After my accomplishment in the tournament, my parents had no trouble in funding my necessities for the sport I love, including lessons, rackets, and their own time and care for me. They signed me up for lessons and court time at the National Tennis Center in Flushing Meadows, Queens that following winter when conditions outside were too extreme to play in. The next summer at the age of thirteen, I tried out and successfully made the New York Junior Tennis League also known as NYJTL. To this day I am still part of this league, playing at many winter sites and sponsored tournaments. Over the years I continued to train and compete in the sport, facing many hardships such as injuries. Most of these injuries were repeated offenses: pulling muscles such as hamstrings and spraining ankles as a result of not properly stretching or not watching my feet and spraining my ankles. I was tremendously determined to keep on working hard in improving my skills in my passion. I didn't let anyone or anything get in my way or bring me down after an embarrassing defeat or an off day, which sometimes turned into an off week. Now as I begin my senior year, my fourth and final year at St. Francis Prep, I am well satisfied where I stand in terms of tennis in my school and can only hope to pursue college tennis this following year. These past four years on the St. Francis Prep tennis team have been amazing. It has been competitive and at the same time enjoyable to the fullest extent. As I look back once again, I come to realize the importance of that tournament. It was indeed the spark to the fire I have lit inside of me. And now, I am looking forward to continue my educational and tennis career as well as being a student at Fordham University this following year. Am I on the right track and is this ready to be sent in?Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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It was the day I held that first trophy above my head when I realized who I wanted to be and what I really wanted to do with my life. In the summer of 2001, at the age of eleven, I won my first tennis tournament, and it was only the second one I ever competed in. But from the results of the Nike town Junior Tennis Challenge, I was their Boys' 12 Singles Champion. That was the summer I discovered what I wanted to pursue myself in and to become the best I could possibly be in this sport. After my accomplishment in the tournament, my parents had no trouble in funding my necessities for the sport I love, including lessons, rackets, and their own time and care for me. They signed me up for lessons and court time at the National Tennis Center in Flushing Meadows, Queens that following winter when conditions outside were too extreme to play in. The next summer at the age of thirteen, I tried out and successfully made the New York Junior Tennis League also known as NY JTL. To this day I am still part of this league, playing at many winter sites and sponsored tournaments. Over the years I continued to train and compete in the sport, facing many hardships such as injuries. Most of these injuries were repeated offenses: pulling muscles such as hamstrings and spraining ankles as a result of not properly stretching or not watching my feet and spraining my ankles. I was tremendously determined to keep on working hard in improving my skills in my passion. I didn't let anyone or anything get in my way or bring me down after an embarrassing defeat or an off day, which sometimes turned into an off week. Now as I begin my senior year, my fourth and final year at St. Francis Prep, I am well satisfied where I stand in terms of tennis in my school and can only hope to pursue college tennis this following year. These past four years on the St. Francis Prep tennis team have been amazing. It has been competitive and at the same time enjoyable to the fullest extent. As I look back once again, I come to realize the importance of that tournament. It was indeed the spark to the fire I have lit inside me. And now, I am looking forward to continuing my educational and tennis career as well as being a student at Fordham University this following year. Am I on the right track and is this ready to be sent in? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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Growing up I hated to read. "Go read your book" was the worse thing my mom could say to me. Instead, I wanted to paint, draw and sculpt things with play dough. I think somewhere along those lines, my mother realized that I was going to be an artist. She wasn't sure what kind of art I would take on, but she knew that it was what I was meant to do. As I grew up, I think I partook in every kind of activity a kid could participate in. I took guitar lessons, piano lessons, dance lessons, recorder lessons, and I think I even took cooking lessons. Being exposed to all those different things helped me to realize that more than anything; I wanted to create something beautiful that people could look at. It was my grandmother who taught me to sew. However, I was the one who taught myself to love what I sew. Designing and constructing a garment is something not everyone can do. You not only need to know the technical aspects of the craft, but you also have to be blessed with a passion for it. When learning to sew, I did not immediately start making b my biggest challenge was having the patience it took to perfectly construct a garment. I always wanted to rush so I could see the beautiful outfit I had created. However, that rushing only lead to mistakes which eventually lead to a hideous garment. I now see that without those few hideous garments, I would have never achieved the skill I now possess and found the love I have for this form of art. As time progressed, I began to brew up in my head what I thought was the future of fashion. I just didn't know that this is what I wanted to do with my life. During my junior year of high school I realized that I wanted to study at an art school. While I knew that art schools where very competitive, I felt as if my photography portfolio was strong enough to get me in the school of my dreams. After deciding that New York City was the place where my talent could flourish and be exposed to new things, I applied to FIT in hopes of being accepted as Fashion Photography major. When I learned that I had not been accepted, I will admit that for a few months I felt as if my career as an artist would go nowhere. Nonetheless, it was this bump in my life that pushed me to work harder to my goal and helped me to learn many things about myself. After not being accepted to FIT, I decided to attend Miami Dade College so that I could reapply to FIT the following year. Attending a community college has enabled me to experience a different kind of educational life. Unlike High School, I set my own schedule and have been doing things the way I want to do it. Being this independent has enabled me to maintain a high GPA while taking classes that interest me. I also realized that as much as I loved photography, this was not really my forte. When I decided that I would reapply to FIT as a Fashion Design major, there was only one thing was stopping me. I was always lead to believe that to be a designer, you had to be an excellent drawer and sketch the most perfect Croquis. While I do believe that drawing is a great foundation skill any artist should have, drawing has not always been my strongest skill. However, my lack of drawing skills has only enabled me to be more of a visual thinker. Most of the time, my sketches look like chicken scratch. However, this mess on paper would soon become a beautiful dress that I could only imagine being walked down a red carpet. With all the said, I can say that this is what I believe I was meant to do. Sure I have experienced denial of acceptance and a false sense of failure, but this has all been a lesson of life. In my eyes, success is measured by if you're doing what you really love and, if you've worked hard to achieve your goals. Of course, there are a handful of people who have been able to succeed in life fairly easy, but for me to truly appreciate and cherish an achieved goal, I believe that you need to put forth a conscious effort and work hard. Otherwise, you are left not appreciating what you have achieved. Like myself, most people will fail their first attempt at something. However, if it is what you truly desire, hard work will lead you to success.
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Growing up I hated to read. "Go read your book" was the worse thing my mom could say to me. Instead, I wanted to paint, draw and sculpt things with play dough. I think somewhere along those lines, my mother realized that I was going to be an artist. She wasn't sure what kind of art I would take on, but she knew that it was what I was meant to do. As I grew up, I think I partook in every kind of activity a kid could participate in. I took guitar lessons, piano lessons, dance lessons, recorder lessons, and I think I even took cooking lessons. Being exposed to all those different things helped me to realize that more than anything; I wanted to create something beautiful that people could look at. It was my grandmother who taught me to sew. However, I was the one who taught myself to love what I sew. Designing and constructing a garment is something not everyone can do. You not only need to know the technical aspects of the craft, but you also have to be blessed with a passion for it. When learning to sew, I did not immediately start making b my biggest challenge was having the patience it took to perfectly construct a garment. I always wanted to rush, so I could see the beautiful outfit I had created. However, that rushing only lead to mistakes which eventually lead to a hideous garment. I now see that without those few hideous garments, I would have never achieved the skill I now possess and found the love I have for this form of art. As time passed, I began to brew up in my head what I thought was the future of fashion. I just didn't know that this is what I wanted to do with my life. During my junior year of high school I realized that I wanted to study at an art school. While I knew that art schools where very competitive, I felt as if my photography portfolio was strong enough to get me in the school of my dreams. After deciding that New York City was the place where my talent could flourish and be exposed to new things, I applied to FIT in hopes of being accepted as Fashion Photography major. When I learned that I had not been accepted, I will admit that for a few months I felt as if my career as an artist would go nowhere. Nonetheless, it was this bump in my life that pushed me to work harder to my goal and helped me to learn many things about myself. After not being accepted to FIT, I decided to attend Miami Dade College so that I could reapply to FIT the following year. Attending a community college has enabled me to experience a different kind of educational life. Unlike High School, I set my own schedule and have been doing things the way I want to do it. Being this independent has enabled me to maintain a high GPA while taking classes that interest me. I also realized that as much as I loved photography, this was not really my forte. When I decided that I would reapply to FIT as a Fashion Design major, there was only one thing was stopping me. I was always leaded to believe that to be a designer, you had to be an excellent drawer and sketch the most perfect Iroquois. While I do believe that drawing is a great foundation skill any artist should have, drawing has not always been my strongest skill. However, my lack of drawing skills has only enabled me to be more of a visual thinker. Most of the time, my sketches look like chicken scratch. However, this mess on paper would soon become a beautiful dress that I could only imagine being walked down a red carpet. With all the said, I can say that this is what I believe I was meant to do. Sure I have experienced denial of acceptance and a false sense of failure, but this has all been a lesson of life. In my eyes, success is measured by if you're doing what you really love and, if you've worked hard to achieve your goals. Of course, there are a handful of people who have been able to succeed in life fairly easy, but for me to truly appreciate and cherish an achieved goal, I believe that you need to put forth a conscious effort and work hard. Otherwise, you are left not appreciating what you have achieved. Like myself, most people will fail their first attempt at something. However, if it is what you truly desire, hard work will lead you to success.
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Prompt #2 (all applicants) Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are? As I returned to San Francisco International Airport after going on a three week study abroad program in Nicaragua, I knew that I came back a new person. While I was picking up my luggage, I suddenly fell into a state of reminiscent. I started thinking about how I felt before I left for Nicaragua, and the experience that will forever be imprinted in my memories. My first thought was the anticipation that I felt the night before the trip; tossing and turning, not being able to go to sleep. Then came the recollection of my initiative feeling of hesitation that I felt when it was time for me to leave for Nicaragua. I was a bit reluctant to go at first because I knew that my family depended on me to work, but they were very supportive and encouraged me to get on the plane. When I reached Nicaragua with the thirty other students that were selected to go on this once of a lifetime trip, I remember looking at everyone's facial expressions. Being from California, we were not adapt to the humidity that covered the whole atmosphere. It was hard to breathe and it seemed like everyone was ready to call it quits and go back home within the first five minutes of arriving in Nicaragua, and I could not agree more. That is until we boarded a bus that took us from the airport to our hostel. I wish that I could say I saw beautiful, blue beaches, and breath taking landscapes, but I would be lying. Instead I saw poverty at it's mightiest, and suffering that was hard to comprehend. Neighborhoods that were created by nothing more than plastic bags and tree stumps. Instantly, I felt a change of emotions. Instead of wanting to go back to the comfort of home, I felt like this was the chance for me to experience how more than two thirds of the world live. There was a day during the trip that we all had to live on only a dollar. Wow! Was that a challenge. Food was scarce and on top of that purified water was limited. From that experience I learned to appreciate what I have here in the states. I hear people whine all the time about how they do not have the latest I-Pods or how they want more money to shop for things they obviously do not need, and I just smile to myself because I knew that thanks to my experience, I learned a new form of appreciation. I walked away from the trip with unforgettable memories that has define me as a person, and I let go of materialistic wants and needs that once held me back.
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Prompt #2 (all applicants) Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud, and how does it relate to the person you are? As I returned to San Francisco International Airport after going on a three-week study abroad program in Nicaragua, I knew that I came back a new person. While I was picking up my luggage, I suddenly fell into a state of reminiscent. I started thinking about how I felt before I left for Nicaragua, and the experience that will forever be imprinted in my memories. My first thought was the anticipation that I felt the night before the trip; tossing and turning, not being able to go to sleep. Then came the recollection of my initiative feeling of hesitation that I felt when it was time for me to leave for Nicaragua. I was a bit reluctant to go at first because I knew that my family depended on me to work, but they were very supportive and encouraged me to get on the plane. When I reached Nicaragua with the thirty other students that were selected to go on this once of a lifetime trip, I remember looking at everyone's facial expressions. Being from California, we were not adapted to the humidity that covered the whole atmosphere. It was hard to breathe, and it seemed like everyone was ready to call it quits and go back home within the first five minutes of arriving in Nicaragua, and I could not agree more. That is until we boarded a bus that took us from the airport to our hostel. I wish that I could say I saw beautiful, blue beaches, and breathtaking landscapes, but I would be lying. Instead, I saw poverty at it's mightiest, and suffering that was hard to comprehend. Neighborhoods that were created by nothing more than plastic bags and tree stumps. Instantly, I felt a change of emotions. Instead of wanting to go back to the comfort of home, I felt like this was the chance for me to experience how more than two thirds of the world live. There was a day during the trip that we all had to live on only a dollar. Wow! Was that a challenge. Food was scarce and on top of that purified water was limited. From that experience I learned to appreciate what I have here in the states. I hear people whine all the time about how they do not have the latest I-Pods or how they want more money to shop for things they obviously do not need, and I just smile to myself because I knew that thanks to my experience, I learned a new form of appreciation. I walked away from the trip with unforgettable memories that has defined me as a person, and I let go of materialistic wants and needs that once held me back.
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As you researched and visited colleges and universities, why did you decide to apply to Lehigh? Please give specific reasons. What contributions will you make during your time at Lehigh? As I researched different colleges, I decided to apply to Lehigh because it presents academic rigor in a cordial environment. Lehigh offers a first rate education, but it also drives students to seek their ambitions. I am particularly impressed by the Integrated Business and Engineering program, which offers a brilliant foundation for entrepreneurial initiatives in the field of technology. Lehigh, however, does not encourage cutthroat competition. Instead, it mimics the real world by emphasizing fruitful collaboration. Lehigh also offers opportunities for teams to work on different projects such as the "DARPA Grand Challenge". While attending Lehigh, I can contribute significantly to the Lehigh community. I realize that the opportunities at Lehigh are endless, and I will take full advantage of them. Having immigrated from India three years ago myself, I can fully perceive the difficulties of international students. I can lead the beacon, helping these individuals adapt to the Lehigh community. Please let me know if there's any issues with the essay. If it doesn't flow or connect, or if the metaphors i use just suck, feel free to tear me down. Thanks in advance
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As you researched and visited colleges and universities, why did you decide to apply to Leigh? Please give specific reasons. What contributions will you make during your time at Leigh? As I researched different colleges, I decided to apply to Leigh because it presents academic rigor in a cordial environment. Leigh offers a first-rate education, but it also drives students to seek their ambitions. I am particularly impressed by the Integrated Business and Engineering program, which offers a brilliant foundation for entrepreneurial initiatives in the field of technology. Leigh, however, does not encourage cutthroat competition. Instead, it mimics the real world by emphasizing fruitful collaboration. Leigh also offers opportunities for teams to work on different projects such as the "DARPA Grand Challenge". While attending Leigh, I can contribute significantly to the Leigh community. I realize that the opportunities at Leigh are endless, and I will take full advantage of them. Having immigrated from India three years ago myself, I can fully perceive the difficulties of international students. I can lead the beacon, helping these individuals adapt to the Leigh community. Please let me know if there are any issues with the essay. If it doesn't flow or connect, or if the metaphors I use just suck, feel free to tear me down. Thanks in advance
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As this one is a little longer than I want it to be, please note anything that seems irrelevant or unnecessary that can be omitted. As the school's liberty bell tolls on a Friday afternoon, I rush to begin my utopian afternoon of oil painting, exercising, and cooking. My afternoons not only reflect my idea of fun, but also hint at my desire to achieve both physical and mental health. When I think back to how my afternoons came to be spent like this, I am able to paint a more succinct picture of the major influences that have contributed to my hostess-like personality, imagination, and life aspirations. After witnessing my parents battle tyrannical employers and build up two entirely new businesses, they came to represent my fundamental idea of success. However, I believe that my outgoing personality and fascination with physical health are rooted elsewhere. Since the age of six, athletics have been the silent shapers of my long-term dreams. By presenting different meanings of success and causing me to realize my role in others' lives, athletics have given me the opportunity to explore my lively persona and develop cooperation skills with others. From the moment I picked up that textured orange ball on the school playground, my life revolved around basketball for the following eight years. I spent hours imagining opponents trying to block my game-winning shot. "Swoosh." In my world, every shot went in. In the real world, I fractured almost every finger playing the sport I loved. With every visit to the orthopedic doctor, I became more interested in looking at the x-rays and what the doctor was doing to fix the bone than finding out when I was going to be able to play again. By eighth grade, I was one of the only students known to attend the gym every night. Exercise became a source of relaxation and my interest in how the body functions became an obsession. In my eyes, the body is one's most prized possession and I was more than eager to learn what I could do in order to protect, heal, and improve it. To this day, everything about the human body fascinates me. I dream of learning how to help others improve their quality of life, and am confident that this can become a reality by pursuing a career in physical therapy. In this career linking my gregarious personality and love of physiology, people who were once complete strangers to me can benefit from my professional guidance on the road to recovery. My highest goals no longer involve only monetary success or professional acclaim but also personal fulfillment. This fulfillment often visits when I am painting a new picture, cooking a deliciously nutritious meal for friends and family, or in the imaginary playhouse drinking "magical" tea with my four-year-old sister. As I approach the next stage in my life, I am ready to experience a new type of fulfillment- one that comes when using my passion to help others enjoy their lives. Now that I am unable to restrain myself from chasing down and seizing opportunities, I have faith that the happy and healthy world I have always envisioned will one day come together. UC #2:Topic: Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are? I'm not sure if the essay I wrote below applies directly enough to the prompt, so please give your most honest and critical feedback in terms of contect. Thank you so much! Four years ago, I lost my title as an only child and became the leading influence in another individual's life. This individual is my four-year-old sister, a little blonde Barbie doll who represents a worry-free and happily everlasting perspective on life. Knowing that everything I say and do will be imitated by her urges me to set the most positive example possible. At the dinner table or a local park, having fun with this jovial toddler has become therapeutic. Whenever she is able to sense that I am stressed or frustrated, she never fails to remind me that life should be fun, and invites me to play in her imaginary magical world. Upon first being told about an addition to the family after being an only-child for thirteen years, I did not exactly look forward to the attention and sleep I would soon be robbed of. By the time she was born, I accepted my potential losses and was even given the privilege of choosing my future sister's name, Marissa. However, the first months of drastic change were not particularly enjoyable. Adults falsely assumed I was an "irresponsible teenage mother" when I ran errands for my family at the grocery store with Marissa in the cart. But despite this, I began to feel as though she was the showpiece that reflected my influences on her developing mind. In my eyes, my parents were the material providers of the ultimate doll. I was there to feed her, play with her, and put her to sleep, but drew the line at changing diapers. By age two, Marissa's incessant walking and talking attracted attention everywhere, but I was the least bit jealous of this precious child's radiant effect on all people, both young and old. I was always right next to her, idolizing her ability to block out all sense of judgment while performing her "interpretive dances" or animal imitations. I was almost certain that I would never be able to conduct myself in the same way with complete strangers as friends and family in the way she did. Months later however, I realized that my outer shell had slowly been disintegrating and my sister's outgoing vivacity had been rubbing off on me. It remains evident to any observer that we admire each other. Over the past four years, I have learned to appreciate having a younger sibling who looks up to and learns from me. I have learned about myself not only through spontaneous experiences, but also by embracing her into the family, becoming her role model, and adapting her outgoing, confident, and open approaches to the world into my own life. Whether my experiences with her make me laugh or cry, I feel a sense of maturity every time I learn how to handle each situation. Understanding that I have had an astounding impact on this child's life thus far has influenced me to set only the best example of living a happy and healthy lifestyle. As she is now at the age where learning occurs at an exponential rate, my influence is stronger than ever. There is no way I will ever be embarrassed to push this driving force in my life up and down the aisles in fear of being ridiculed and inaccurately labeled.
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As this one is a little longer than I want it to be, please note anything that seems irrelevant or unnecessary that can be omitted. As the school's liberty bell tolls on a Friday afternoon, I rush to begin my utopian afternoon of oil painting, exercising, and cooking. My afternoons not only reflect my idea of fun, but also hint at my desire to achieve both physical and mental health. When I think back to how my afternoons came to be spent like this, I am able to paint a more succinct picture of the major influences that have contributed to my hostess-like personality, imagination, and life aspirations. After witnessing my parents battle tyrannical employers and build up two entirely new businesses, they came to represent my fundamental idea of success. However, I believe that my outgoing personality and fascination with physical health are rooted elsewhere. Since the age of six, athletics have been the silent shapers of my long-term dreams. By presenting different meanings of success and causing me to realize my role in others' lives, athletics have given me the opportunity to explore my lively persona and develop cooperation skills with others. From the moment I picked up that textured orange ball on the school playground, my life revolved around basketball for the following eight years. I spent hours imagining opponents trying to block my game-winning shot. "Swoosh." In my world, every shot went in. In the real world, I fractured almost every finger playing the sport I loved. With every visit to the orthopedic doctor, I became more interested in looking at the x-rays and what the doctor was doing to fix the bone than finding out when I was going to be able to play again. By eighth grade, I was one of the few students known to attend the gym every night. Exercise became a source of relaxation and my interest in how the body functions became an obsession. In my eyes, the body is one's most prized possession, and I was more than eager to learn what I could do in order to protect, heal, and improve it. To this day, everything about the human body fascinates me. I dream of learning how to help others improve their quality of life, and am confident that this can become a reality by pursuing a career in physical therapy. In this career linking my gregarious personality and love of physiology, people who were once complete strangers to me can benefit from my professional guidance on the road to recovery. My highest goals no longer involve only monetary success or professional acclaim but also personal fulfillment. This fulfillment often visits when I am painting a new picture, cooking a deliciously nutritious meal for friends and family, or in the imaginary playhouse drinking "magical" tea with my four-year-old sister. As I approach the next stage in my life, I am ready to experience a new type of fulfillment- one that comes when using my passion to help others enjoy their lives. Now that I am unable to restrain myself from chasing down and seizing opportunities, I have faith that the happy and healthy world I have always envisioned will one day come together. UC #2:Topic: Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud, and how does it relate to the person you are? I'm not sure if the essay I wrote below applies directly enough to the prompt, so please give your most honest and critical feedback in terms of contact. Thank you so much! Four years ago, I lost my title as an only child and became the leading influence in another individual's life. This individual is my four-year-old sister, a little blonde Barbie doll who represents a worry-free and happily everlasting perspective on life. Knowing that everything I say and do will be imitated by her urges me to set the most positive example possible. At the dinner table or a local park, having fun with this jovial toddler has become therapeutic. Whenever she is able to sense that I am stressed or frustrated, she never fails to remind me that life should be fun, and invites me to play in her imaginary magical world. Upon first being told about an addition to the family after being an only-child for thirteen years, I did not exactly look forward to the attention and sleep I would soon be robbed of. By the time she was born, I accepted my potential losses and was even given the privilege of choosing my future sister's name, Marissa. However, the first months of drastic change were not particularly enjoyable. Adults falsely assumed I was an "irresponsible teenage mother" when I ran errands for my family at the grocery store with Marissa in the cart. But despite this, I began to feel as though she was the showpiece that reflected my influences on her developing mind. In my eyes, my parents were the material providers of the ultimate doll. I was there to feed her, play with her, and put her to sleep, but drew the line at changing diapers. By age two, Marissa's incessant walking and talking attracted attention everywhere, but I was the least bit jealous of this precious child's radiant effect on all people, both young and old. I was always right next to her, idolizing her ability to block out all sense of judgment while performing her "interpretive dances" or animal imitations. I was almost certain that I would never be able to conduct myself in the same way with complete strangers as friends and family in the way she did. Months later however, I realized that my outer shell had slowly been disintegrating and my sister's outgoing vivacity had been rubbing off on me. It remains evident to any observer that we admire each other. Over the past four years, I have learned to appreciate having a younger sibling who looks up to and learns from me. I have learned about myself not only through spontaneous experiences, but also by embracing her into the family, becoming her role model, and adapting her outgoing, confident, and open approaches to the world into my own life. Whether my experiences with her make me laugh or cry, I feel a sense of maturity every time I learn how to handle each situation. Understanding that I have had an astounding impact on this child's life thus far has influenced me to set only the best example of living a happy and healthy lifestyle. As she is now at the age where learning occurs at an exponential rate, my influence is stronger than ever. There is no way I will ever be embarrassed to push this driving force in my life up and down the aisles in fear of being ridiculed and inaccurately labeled.
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"I can never know everything, but with what I know, I can accomplish anything," Petricic said when she has succeeded in reaching her goals from the article Knowledge is Power. She strived hard so she could get the education that she wanted. If a person really wants something, he or she would do everything just to reach his or her dreams. Just like Petricic, despite that she heard all theses horrible stories about the college in her hometown, she came up with a plan of going to America to get better education. Petricic said, "College was supposed to build my confidence in the process of attaining knowledge." Personally, I would do the same thing, I would not allow anyone to tell me what I can or can't do and will not stop until I reached my goals. However, there were people behind every success who also contributed a lot in one's knowledge. Petricic was lucky to have a very supportive mother. She has all these dreams that wouldn't be possible if her mother was not there to guide and help her to pursue her dreams. Not only her mother or other family members, but also even the strangers that she has encountered during the trials in her life brought her some knowledge that she could use. Petricic said, "The more I heard the whispers, the more convinced I became that I must not attend college in my homeland." It signified that she used all the negative forces around her as her strength to pursue more in getting what she wants. I have been through different situations in life that molded the knowledge that I have right now. Different people have also come in and out of my life. Some did not last very long and some still remain a part of my life. I value each of them whether they do me good or have just brought harm to me. A lot of people have been a part of my experiences that have helped me craft the knowledge that I have. My family, teachers, peers and even my enemies were the people who contributed to attain the knowledge that I now have. Through my hard work, my family has been my inspiration for since the day that I was born they were the first ones who taught me about life in general. My family opened my eyes into the real world. They made me aware of my surroundings and brought me up with good values and manners. My parents have initially taught me about the traditional Filipino customs. They showed me how to respect my elder brothers by calling them "kuya" which means respect to older brother or "ate" to older sister. Another one is by using the words "poopo" as a sign of respect to elderly like parents, aunts and uncles or grandparents. Also they trained me to recognize an elder's presence by taking the elder's hand, bring it to forehead and release it. Moreover from teaching me good values and manners, my mother taught me the basic education before starting school. She taught me how to sing ABC and count one to ten. I also remember my brother who instructed me how to play the chess game that I still love playing up until now. My other brothers have also tutored me with my school and showed me how to do some house chores. I remember when they taught me how to read the clock and how to cook rice or wash the dishes. Right now, they still continue to teach me, but in a deeper way. I always ask for their opinion every time I have to make an important decision. Not only because they know best, but also because I want their support. "I wanted my mother's support. Everything else would work out somehow," Petricic once mentioned when she first thought of studying in America. It demonstrates that she gets her strength from the people around her who supports her. Recently I had to make a decision about what should I major in college and they have been supportive of it as long as I finished school. My father also have exhibit how to think practically. He was the one who taught me about saving. He told me that I should learn to prioritize and only buy the things that I need first. Some of my teachers may have been very strict, but I know that they all want us to succeed. Teachers are what most of the students consider as their second parents because they spend more time in school than they do at home. As what Petricic said, "Teachers were supposed to encourage me with their wisdom and compassion," my teachers have been my inspiration and would not learn from school if it were not for my hardworking teachers. My Math teacher, one of my favorite teachers, has been very supportive not just to me, but to all her students. She always check on us by asking how we were doing with all the other classes. If we were having problems with other subjects, she always has some advices to give to her students to uplift their feelings. Also, I recall Professor Roda, my History teacher, who is well known for being a terror teacher in my College. He was very organized in every way and wanted his students to follow his every instruction. He would yell if his students were not able to follow his instructions. He would tell us how easy to read his instructions, and that all left to do is to follow it. He basically disciplines us that I like about his teaching. Besides from my family and teachers, who I encountered most of my time, the people who I just passed by my journey, also made an impact to my learning about life. My friends and even strangers have taught me in many different ways. I have many friends but trust only few of them. They are the ones who also give me advices based on their experiences. I rely on it sometimes because we have a lot of things in common. Gladys, my best friend, just graduated a bachelor's degree in nursing which is the same major I am going to take. I have asked her so many times for help academically, and she helped me without hesitations. Also, in Petricic's Article when she said, "The travel agent found a cheap student rate. Despite strict regulations, she was willing to sell me a one way ticket." It showed that even strangers could care. The travel agent demonstrated a trait of being cooperative that is a good example. I don't have enemies, but we could never avoid if some people have insecurities and don't like seeing others succeed before them. I would just ignore them and does not let anyone affect me negatively. Instead, I used them as my inspiration to pursue more and show them what I can do.
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"I can never know everything, but with what I know, I can accomplish anything," Patricia said when she has succeeded in reaching her goals from the article Knowledge is Power. She strived hard, so she could get the education that she wanted. If a person really wants something, he or she would do everything just to reach his or her dreams. Just like Patricia, despite that she heard all theses horrible stories about the college in her hometown, she came up with a plan of going to America to get better education. Patricia said, "College was supposed to build my confidence in the process of attaining knowledge." Personally, I would do the same thing, I would not allow anyone to tell me what I can or can't do and will not stop until I reached my goals. However, there were people behind every success who also contributed a lot in one's knowledge. Patricia was lucky to have a very supportive mother. She has all these dreams that wouldn't be possible if her mother was not there to guide and help her to pursue her dreams. Not only her mother or other family members, but also even the strangers that she has encountered during the trials in her life brought her some knowledge that she could use. Patricia said, "The more I heard the whispers, the more convinced I became that I must not attend college in my homeland." It signified that she used all the negative forces around her as her strength to pursue more in getting what she wants. I have been through different situations in life that molded the knowledge that I have right now. Different people have also come in and out of my life. Some did not last very long and some still remain a part of my life. I value each of them whether they do me good or have just brought harm to me. A lot of people have been a part of my experiences that have helped me craft the knowledge that I have. My family, teachers, peers and even my enemies were the people who contributed to attain the knowledge that I now have. Through my hard work, my family has been my inspiration for since the day that I was born they were the first ones who taught me about life in general. My family opened my eyes into the real world. They made me aware of my surroundings and brought me up with good values and manners. My parents have initially taught me about the traditional Filipino customs. They showed me how to respect my elder brothers by calling them "kaya" which means respect to older brother or "ate" to older sister. Another one is by using the words "poop" as a sign of respect to elderly like parents, aunts and uncles or grandparents. Also, they trained me to recognize an elder's presence by taking the elder's hand, bring it to forehead and release it. Moreover, from teaching me good values and manners, my mother taught me the basic education before starting school. She taught me how to sing ABC and count one to ten. I also remember my brother who instructed me how to play the chess game that I still love playing up until now. My other brothers have also tutored me with my school and showed me how to do some house chores. I remember when they taught me how to read the clock and how to cook rice or wash the dishes. Right now, they still continue to teach me, but in a deeper way. I always ask for their opinion every time I have to make an important decision. Not only because they know best, but also because I want their support. "I wanted my mother's support. Everything else would work out somehow," Patricia once mentioned when she first thought of studying in America. It demonstrates that she gets her strength from the people around her who supports her. Recently I had to make a decision about what should I major in college, and they have been supportive of it as long as I finished school. My father also have exhibit how to think practically. He was the one who taught me about saving. He told me that I should learn to prioritize and only buy the things that I need first. Some of my teachers may have been very strict, but I know that they all want us to succeed. Teachers are what most of the students consider as their second parents because they spend more time in school than they do at home. As what Patricia said, "Teachers were supposed to encourage me with their wisdom and compassion," my teachers have been my inspiration and would not learn from school if it were not for my hardworking teachers. My Math teacher, one of my favorite teachers, has been very supportive not just to me, but to all her students. She is always check on us by asking how we were doing with all the other classes. If we were having problems with other subjects, she always has some advices to give to her students to uplift their feelings. Also, I recall Professor Road, my History teacher, who is well known for being a terror teacher in my College. He was very organized in every way and wanted his students to follow his every instruction. He would yell if his students were not able to follow his instructions. Furthermore, he would tell us how easy to read his instructions, and that all left to do is to follow it. Furthermore, he basically disciplines us that I like about his teaching. Besides from my family and teachers, who I encountered most of my time, the people who I just passed by my journey, also made an impact to my learning about life. My friends and even strangers have taught me in many ways. I have many friends but trust only few of them. They are the ones who also give me advices based on their experiences. I rely on it sometimes because we have a lot of things in common. Gladys, my best friend, just graduated a bachelor's degree in nursing which is the same major I am going to take. I have asked her so many times for help academically, and she helped me without hesitations. Also, in Patricia's Article when she said, "The travel agent found a cheap student rate. Despite strict regulations, she was willing to sell me a one way ticket." It showed that even strangers could care. The travel agent demonstrated a trait of being cooperative that is a good example. I don't have enemies, but we could never avoid if some people have insecurities and don't like seeing others succeed before them. I would just ignore them and does not let anyone affect me negatively. Instead, I used them as my inspiration to pursue more and show them what I can do.
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Volunteering has surprisingly made me view life differently. For two years, it has become more than a quick way of obtaining my community service hours. It's my way of giving back to my community in Flushing, New York. As I was growing up, my older sister instilled this act of kindness in me, since she used to be a volunteer for the Red Cross. At first, I thought that it was a mandatory school activity. However, as I grew out of my selfish stage, I saw that volunteering has many mutual benefits. Since November of 2007, I have been a proud volunteer at Flushing Hospital's Emergency Room (ER) Registration Unit. Helping many patients fill out the medical forms and quickly bringing in their charts to the doctor is a responsibility that I take seriously. Several people ask me why I choose to volunteer in this field since my goal is to become a political journalist. My reason is quiet simple: to help those who cannot find the ability to help themselves, whether it is a physical or mental disability or a social or political restraint. Through my countless experiences at the hospital, I have been able to accomplish this. During a summer afternoon at the ER, a young woman named Maribel held my hand as I was about to take my break and kindly asked me, "Senorita, me puede ayudar?" in other words, "Young lady, can you help me?" I advised her to see a nurse first. Unfortunately, the nurse and the present ER registers did not speak Spanish fluently or at all. Maribel pleaded for me to help her because she was alone with her two young daughters. Since she did not know how to speak English, she was lost in translation with the physicians and staff. When I began giving Maribel a helping hand, I learned that she was a 25-year-old mother raising her two daughters on her own. She was not able to handle her children as we were filling out the forms. When I asked her if she wanted me to hold the baby as she completed the paperwork, she fainted, giving me less than a second to catch the baby. At that moment, Maribel was having a miscarriage. The minute they rushed her in, they asked me to assist her since a language barrier existed. Without question, I did. When Maribel woke up, I told her that her children were fine and I explained what had happened. Maribel sadly told me that she had arrived to this country about five months ago and unfortunately, the father of her children had left them only a month ago. In tears, she thanked me for being her "angel" since she did not know anyone else in this country. At that moment, I was proud that I did not take my break because if I did, perhaps Maribel would have not received proper medical care or may have left the hospital. Volunteering at the Emergency Room every Friday night has helped me appreciate life where people should receive and give in return. Working side by side with other registers has helped me see the importance of how working as a team would bring a patient one step closer to receiving medical care. Even though in return we only receive a thank you, the intention behind it is what matters the most. A patient like Maribel is the reason why, today, I am a volunteer at the hospital. Volunteering shows how far a bit of kindness can go and how I can be part of it.
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Volunteering has surprisingly made me view life differently. For two years, it has become more than a quick way of obtaining my community service hours. It's my way of giving back to my community in Flushing, New York. As I was growing up, my older sister instilled this act of kindness in me, since she used to be a volunteer for the Red Cross. At first, I thought that it was a mandatory school activity. However, as I grew out of my selfish stage, I saw that volunteering has many mutual benefits. Since November 2007, I have been a proud volunteer at Flushing Hospital's Emergency Room (ER) Registration Unit. Helping many patients fill out the medical forms and quickly bringing in their charts to the doctor is a responsibility that I take seriously. Several people ask me why I choose to volunteer in this field since my goal is to become a political journalist. My reason is quite simple: to help those who cannot find the ability to help themselves, whether it is a physical or mental disability or a social or political restraint. Through my countless experiences at the hospital, I have been able to accomplish this. During a summer afternoon at the ER, a young woman named Maribel held my hand as I was about to take my break and kindly asked me, "Señorita, me suede Adar?" in other words, "Young lady, can you help me?" I advised her to see a nurse first. Unfortunately, the nurse and the present ER registers did not speak Spanish fluently or at all. Maribel pleaded for me to help her because she was alone with her two young daughters. Since she did not know how to speak English, she was lost in translation with the physicians and staff. When I began giving Maribel a helping hand, I learned that she was a 25-year-old mother raising her two daughters on her own. She was not able to handle her children as we were filling out the forms. When I asked her if she wanted me to hold the baby as she completed the paperwork, she fainted, giving me less than a second to catch the baby. At that moment, Maribel was having a miscarriage. The minute they rushed her in, they asked me to assist her since a language barrier existed. Without question, I did. When Maribel woke up, I told her that her children were fine, and I explained what had happened. Maribel sadly told me that she had arrived to this country about five months ago and unfortunately, the father of her children had left them only a month ago. In tears, she thanked me for being her "angel" since she did not know anyone else in this country. At that moment, I was proud that I did not take my break because if I did, perhaps Maribel would have not received proper medical care or may have left the hospital. Volunteering at the Emergency Room every Friday night has helped me appreciate life where people should receive and give in return. Working side by side with other registers has helped me see the importance of how working as a team would bring a patient one step closer to receiving medical care. Even though in return we only receive a thank you, the intention behind it is what matters the most. A patient like Maribel is the reason why, today, I am a volunteer at the hospital. Volunteering shows how far a bit of kindness can go and how I can be part of it.
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Pose an original question and answer it. (500 words or less) (I'm not sure what question yet but this will be my answer) Pen and paper; my two most prized possessions. Many say that these are just simple items that can be bought at the corner store. However their price means nothing to me. It's what I can produce with them that does; alone they are simple objects; together they generate a type of beauty that I cherish the most: writing. Writing is my passion. For me, writing is the ability to give others my frame of mind, my contradictions and my beliefs. Writing is like my own infinite street in New York City, filled with tangible opportunities on every corner. Writing is my freedom, my unlimited ticket that takes me beyond any city, country, and continent. It's my reason to become a journalist. The thrill of working under pressure. The excitement that I get when I learn something new and pass it on to others. The sense of accomplishment when I achieve what others struggle to. These are the feelings I get every time I have to write an article for my school newspaper, when I fulfill my duties as president of Spanish club, and when I win a tennis match for my school team. Writing gives me the pleasure of experiencing the truth and proving to the world that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. This makes my desire to become a journalist stronger than ever. Journalism is more than evaluating and distributing facts, but it is a work of art that allows me to explore deeper into matters that some people might still consider questionable. In my eyes, journalism has become as significant as the traffic lights in the city. When they are functioning correctly, they can stabilize society. When they're not, they create disorder. I am not saying that journalism promotes chaos but the truth it brings can. The power it can have on others opinions makes my heart rush, knowing that one day I can have that power. My writing gives me outrageous confidence that not many comprehend. It's my way of studying before a test; I rewrite everything. It's my way of communicating with the rest of the world like my family in Peru or my Kenyan Pen Pal. The gift of writing also pushes me towards something greater than I can even imagine. I do not yet know what that something greater could be; perhaps it will lead me hundreds of miles away to the most perilous places in the world. Maybe to a third-world country that inhibits the voice of its people. My writing can give these people a voice. Reporting about their struggle for independence, or even their most glorious days of peace, is what excites me. Writing helps me keep my hectic life organized. From my daily "To-Do" lists to my long list of places I want to visit, writing keeps me goal-orientated. I set my standards high and do my best to go beyond them. As my mother always tells me, "Desire it, strive for it, achieve it." That has always been my way of seeing life because as a Hispanic minority, I know that I can become much more of what is expected of me. I believe in broadening my horizons in order to develop a diverse mindset. I believe that through writing and through the power of journalism I can achieve this and much more. Writing is my way of thinking, my way of living. It's how I keep my memories alive in my journal and how express myself through poetry. Writing is who I am and journalism is my future. Much like New York City, my drive to become a journalist will never sleep.
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Pose an original question and answer it. (500 words or fewer) (I'm not sure what question yet but this will be my answer) Pen and paper; my two most prized possessions. Many say that these are just simple items that can be bought at the corner store. However, their price means nothing to me. It's what I can produce with them that does; alone they are simple objects; together they generate a type of beauty that I cherish the most: writing. Writing is my passion. For me, writing is the ability to give others my frame of mind, my contradictions and my beliefs. Writing is like my own infinite street in New York City, filled with tangible opportunities on every corner. Writing is my freedom, my unlimited ticket that takes me beyond any city, country, and continent. It's my reason to become a journalist. The thrill of working under pressure. The excitement that I get when I learn something new and pass it on to others. The sense of accomplishment when I achieve what others struggle to. These are the feelings I get every time I have to write an article for my school newspaper, when I fulfill my duties as president of Spanish club, and when I win a tennis match for my school team. Writing gives me the pleasure of experiencing the truth and proving to the world that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. This makes my desire to become a journalist stronger than ever. Journalism is more than evaluating and distributing facts, but it is a work of art that allows me to explore deeper into matters that some people might still consider questionable. In my eyes, journalism has become as significant as the traffic lights in the city. When they are functioning correctly, they can stabilize society. When they're not, they create disorder. I am not saying that journalism promotes chaos but the truth it brings can. The power it can have on others opinions makes my heart rush, knowing that one day I can have that power. My writing gives me outrageous confidence that not many comprehend. It's my way of studying before a test; I rewrite everything. It's my way of communicating with the rest of the world like my family in Peru or my Kenyan Pen Pal. The gift of writing also pushes me towards something greater than I can even imagine. I do not yet know what that something greater could be; perhaps it will lead me hundreds of miles away to the most perilous places in the world. Maybe to a third-world country that inhibits the voice of its people. My writing can give these people a voice. Reporting about their struggle for independence, or even their most glorious days of peace, is what excites me. Writing helps me keep my hectic life organized. From my daily "To-Do" lists to my long list of places I want to visit, writing keeps me goal-orientated. I set my standards high and do my best to go beyond them. As my mother always tells me, "Desire it, strive for it, achieve it." That has always been my way of seeing life because as a Hispanic minority, I know that I can become much more of what is expected of me. I believe in broadening my horizons in order to develop a diverse mindset. I believe that through writing and through the power of journalism I can achieve this and much more. Writing is my way of thinking, my way of living. It's how I keep my memories alive in my journal and how express myself through poetry. Writing is who I am and journalism is my future. Much like New York City, my drive to become a journalist will never sleep.
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To see my world, you must also see the people who inhabit it. Some have large roles that are destined to have a lasting influence, while others are no more than a passing glance on a sidewalk. Some have a long story of their own. Others I barely know their names. Whether it's the positive or negative, each and every person in my world makes it complete. I myself am not a man free from the markings of a life humiliated. Although my parents are divorced, I still have a relationship with my dad. And in the duration of the time that I have been with my father, he has at times chosen to get drunk and verbally abuse me. And from this, one fact has always been prevalent, the people who chose to belittle and berate, who are too consumed with themselves to see that someone doesn't enjoy being hounded at for hours upon end, are some of the most malignant people there are. After a long time I was diagnosed with depression and it's made me felt out of control of my own life at times. Sometimes I've just wanted to be left alone, isolated from the outside world that has hurt me and many others. But thankfully I've found people who understand that and accept me, flaws and all. And that will always be something that people like my dad can't take away from me. There will always be the fact that there are other people who are broken or scarred in ways just like me, and when you have friends like that your a lot stronger together than you are alone. At this particular point of this essay, I would like to stop and emphasize exactly how much feeling that someone else is there for me means. The feeling of having a friend is something that since I first felt it, I have wanted people to enjoy what it means to have a friend. Throughout my life (and this essay) I can easily be perceived as morose or pessimistic, I can appear anti-social or cold, but I can assure you that if there is one thing, one universal truth about happiness that I can grasp harder and more thoroughly than anyone is that people need other people. I've realized, that the only time I've been truly joyous is when I moved away from influence of people who with sinister intent, drive their vile nature deep into the hearts of others. I am tired of people living selfishly, I am tired of people believing that the world is their stage and everyone else is just a supporting character. When people like that thrive, when they belittle others to feel big, when they don't treat people with a basic sense of human kindness that every man, women, and child deserves, it's sickening. To me there is nothing uglier than those spoiled few who chastise and humiliate just to feel something. They are vicious and they are unyielding, and they will cut into people; Not physically, but they do cut deep and leave scars that we all wish we could hide. So then we feel like all we are, all that defines us is our scars. That's why all I ever want to do is help someone. I want to know before I die that my life made someone else's a little better. Even if it just for one person. Whether it's a stranger or a friend, sometimes we just want people with scars that are just like ours. I'd gladly accept any change,and please don't feel afraid to tell me if I need to rewrite the entire thing.But I just need good feedback.Thank you very much.
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To see my world, you must also see the people who inhabit it. Some have large roles that are destined to have a lasting influence, while others are no more than a passing glance on a sidewalk. Some have a long story of their own. Others I barely know their names. Whether it's the positive or negative, each and every person in my world makes it complete. I myself am not a man free from the markings of a life humiliated. Although my parents are divorced, I still have a relationship with my dad. And in the duration of the time that I have been with my father, he has at times chosen to get drunk and verbally abuse me. And from this, one fact has always been prevalent, the people who chose to belittle and berate, who are too consumed with themselves to see that someone doesn't enjoy being hounded at for hours upon end, are some of the most malignant people there are. After a long time I was diagnosed with depression, and it's made me felt out of control of my own life at times. Sometimes I've just wanted to be left alone, isolated from the outside world that has hurt me and many others. But thankfully I've found people who understand that and accept me, flaws and all. And that will always be something that people like my dad can't take away from me. There will always be the fact that there are other people who are broken or scarred in ways just like me, and when you have friends like that you a lot stronger together than you are alone. At this particular point of this essay, I would like to stop and emphasize exactly how much feeling that someone else is there for me means. The feeling of having a friend is something that since I first felt it, I have wanted people to enjoy what it means to have a friend. Throughout my life (and this essay) I can easily be perceived as morose or pessimistic, I can appear anti-social or cold, but I can assure you that if there is one thing, one universal truth about happiness that I can grasp harder and more thoroughly than anyone is that people need other people. I've realized, that the only time I've been truly joyous is when I moved away from influence of people who with sinister intent, drive their vile nature deep into the hearts of others. I am tired of people living selfishly, I am tired of people believing that the world is their stage and everyone else is just a supporting character. When people like that thrive, when they belittle others to feel big, when they don't treat people with a basic sense of human kindness that every man, women, and child deserves, it's sickening. To me there is nothing uglier than those spoiled few who chastise and humiliate just to feel something. They are vicious, and they are unyielding, and they will cut into people; Not physically, but they do cut deep and leave scars that we all wish we could hide. So then we feel like all we are, all that defines us is our scars. That's why all I ever want to do is help someone. I want to know before I die that my life made someone else's a little better. Even if it just for one person. Whether it's a stranger or a friend, sometimes we just want people with scars that are just like ours. I'd gladly accept any change, and please don't feel afraid to tell me if I need to rewrite the entire thing. But I just need good feedback. Thank you very much.
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I remember a little girl who used to have her small pink four poster bed next to her parents' bed. I remember how her father's hand use to dangle over the side of his bed so that his daughter could grab it. She couldn't fall asleep without holding that hand...a proper little daddy's girl. I remember how excited that little girl got whenever her dad got home; how she would jump into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. Though I don't need my dad's hand to fall asleep anymore, I remember that little girl and how she thought her dad could protect her from everything. Now all grown up, I know that my father can't always offer me protection from the evils in this world - but he can offer me something else - someone to look up to. Someone who has been the most important influence in my life. When I turned 17, my father told me the story of his youth. He reminisced back to when he himself was 17 years old and told me how he went from Cuban refugee to successful American doctor. He described the crumbling buildings and streets filled with antique cars in Old Havana. He remembered how he used to go fishing with his uncle on the beach every morning. In his backyard, he used to have trees of different kinds. Mango trees, avocado trees, orange trees. There were even chickens running around his house! It was a nice simplistic life. The sky was blue, the air was cool, the breeze was fresh . But there had been something missing - the smell of freedom. Living in a land where the government told you where to live and what food to buy and what you were going to be when you grow up, my father yearned for freedom. A place where he had the freedom to live where HE wanted to live, to buy the things HE wanted to buy, and to become whoever HE wanted to be. He was completely despondent with the country he lived in. And so he and his parents planned to go somewhere where freedom was embedded in the constitution - the United States of America. To him, it was this magical place where everyone had an equal opportunity to achieve their goals, what was called "The American Dream". With "El Sueno Americano" in his sights, he got on a boat headed to Miami, Florida. As soon as he arrived and touched American soil, he was so happy to finally be free of that suffocating Communist regime, that he took off his underwear and waved it over his head! He had left everything he had back in Cuba. His slate was clean; here for a brand new start. He had nothing but the clothes on his back. He didn't have any money, nor did he know an ounce of English! Can you imagine being in a foreign country without any knowledge of the language or without any money? I cannot imagine how alienated he must have felt. Despite all of the setbacks and disadvantages - he had a goal. Glad for his opportunity for success, he began his journey. Because of his lack of English he struggled twice as much as everyone else, but also studied twice as hard. While other kids were putting off all their homework to hang out with friends and going out to parties, my dad was sitting at a desk, bent over his chemistry homework and his English homework and his trigonometry homework, trying to make sense out of it all. He in no way whatsoever took advantage of his new found freedom. My dad finally graduated with honors from the University of Miami and went to med school in Puerto Rico where he met my mom. My mother told me about how my dad would sometimes have to put off a date because he needed to study for an exam, and how she saw him read the entire thing of Harrison's Book of Internal Medicine. When he finally achieved his goal, he was so proud of where he had gotten, and of what he had accomplished. To repay our country for everything it had done for him, my father continued on to serve in the United States Army as a proud American officer. I see what my dad has become, and how he has made a great remarkable something out of nothing at all. He has shown me by example that everything is within reach, all one needs is the determination and willpower. My dad's dedication and strength has influenced me a great deal by inspiring me to reach out and try as hard as I might to achieve my goals, to become a doctor just like him. Nothing would make me happier than becoming a doctor, to see my dad's proud face as I reach for my diploma. For him to see me graduating from college, for him to point me out to others and say "That's my girl. She became something." And because of him, I know I can do it, because I was born with an advantage my father did not have - I was born here in the United States. I grew up with English on my tongue and the best education I could get. I will not stray and take for granted what many of the people in this world don't have - freedom. "The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will." -Vince Lombardi
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I remember a little girl who used to have her small pink four-poster bed next to her parents' bed. I remember how her father's hand use to dangle over the side of his bed so that his daughter could grab it. She couldn't fall asleep without holding that hand...a proper little daddy's girl. I remember how excited that little girl got whenever her dad got home; how she would jump into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. Though I don't need my dad's hand to fall asleep anymore, I remember that little girl and how she thought her dad could protect her from everything. Now all grown up, I know that my father can't always offer me protection from the evils in this world - but he can offer me something else - someone to look up to. Someone who has been the most important influence in my life. When I turned 17, my father told me the story of his youth. He reminisced back to when he himself was 17 years old and told me how he went from Cuban refugee to successful American doctor. He described the crumbling buildings and streets filled with antique cars in Old Havana. Furthermore, he remembered how he used to go fishing with his uncle on the beach every morning. In his backyard, he used to have trees of different kinds. Mango trees, avocado trees, orange trees. There were even chickens running around his house! It was a nice simplistic life. The sky was blue, the air was cool, the breeze was fresh. But there had been something missing - the smell of freedom. Living in a land where the government told you where to live and what food to buy and what you were going to be when you grow up, my father yearned for freedom. A place where he had the freedom to live where HE wanted to live, to buy the things HE wanted to buy, and to become whoever HE wanted to be. He was completely despondent with the country he lived in. And so he and his parents planned to go somewhere where freedom was embedded in the constitution - the United States of America. To him, it was this magical place where everyone had an equal opportunity to achieve their goals, what was called "The American Dream". With "El Steno Americano" in his sights, he got on a boat headed to Miami, Florida. As soon as he arrived and touched American soil, he was so happy to finally be free of that suffocating Communist regime, that he took off his underwear and waved it over his head! He had left everything he had back in Cuba. His slate was clean; here for a brand-new start. He had nothing but the clothes on his back. He didn't have any money, nor did he know an ounce of English! Can you imagine being in a foreign country without any knowledge of the language or without any money? I cannot imagine how alienated he must have felt. Despite all the setbacks and disadvantages - he had a goal. Glad for his opportunity for success, he began his journey. Because of his lack of English he struggled twice as much as everyone else, but also studied twice as hard. While other kids were putting off all their homework to hang out with friends and going out to parties, my dad was sitting at a desk, bent over his chemistry homework and his English homework and his trigonometry homework, trying to make sense out of it all. He in no way whatsoever took advantage of his new-found freedom. My dad finally graduated with honors from the University of Miami and went to med school in Puerto Rico where he met my mom. My mother told me about how my dad would sometimes have to put off a date because he needed to study for an exam, and how she saw him read the entire thing of Harrison's Book of Internal Medicine. When he finally achieved his goal, he was so proud of where he had gotten, and of what he had accomplished. To repay our country for everything it had done for him, my father continued on to serve in the United States Army as a proud American officer. I see what my dad has become, and how he has made a great remarkable something out of nothing at all. He has shown me by example that everything is within reach, all one needs is the determination and willpower. My dad's dedication and strength has influenced me a great deal by inspiring me to reach out and try as hard as I might to achieve my goals, to become a doctor just like him. Nothing would make me happier than becoming a doctor, to see my dad's proud face as I reach for my diploma. For him to see me graduating from college, for him to point me out to others and say "That's my girl. She became something." And because of him, I know I can do it, because I was born with an advantage my father did not have - I was born here in the United States. I grew up with English on my tongue and the best education I could get. I will not stray and take for granted what many of the people in this world don't have - freedom. "The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will." -Vince Lombardi
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As a child of immigrants from China, I will be part of the first generation in my family to go to college, as well as the first person in my family to ever go to college. My parents have worked really hard as a cook at a Japanese restaurant and a seamstress at a interior design shop to provide a good life for my sister and I. Although money was never an issue, I knew that it was my duty to undertake a rigorous educational experience and earn exceptional grades and to never take the blessings from my family and Gof for granted. I believe that I have begun my journey to success by taking AP courses and college preparatory courses and being active in band, National Honor Society, Interact club, community service and other various clubs within the school in which some of them holding officer positions. I also have a part-time job as a camp counselor and a waitress which requires you to be outgoing, enthusiastic, patient, and helpful. I hope that I will be blessed with the opportunity to continue my journey to success at the Jacksonville University studying Elementary Education.
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As a child of immigrants from China, I will be part of the first generation in my family to go to college, as well as the first person in my family to ever go to college. My parents have worked really hard as a cook at a Japanese restaurant and a seamstress at an interior design shop to provide a good life for my sister and I. Although money was never an issue, I knew that it was my duty to undertake a rigorous educational experience and earn exceptional grades and to never take the blessings from my family and Gogh for granted. I believe that I have begun my journey to success by taking AP courses and college preparatory courses and being active in band, National Honor Society, Interact club, community service and other various clubs within the school in which some of them holding officer positions. I also have a part-time job as a camp counselor and a waitress which requires you to be outgoing, enthusiastic, patient, and helpful. Furthermore, I hope that I will be blessed with the opportunity to continue my journey to success at the Jacksonville University studying Elementary Education.
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I am just looking for general commentsadvice for this essay.Thanks It does not take long to look around in Orange County and realize that it is an affluent area. I am surrounded by massive, magnificent homes; some of which cost millions of dollars. People in this area had to be successful to buy these homes. I wish to be as successful as the adults in Orange County. As a child I had about everything I wanted. I had a basketball hoop, videogames, and a big house. My parents were supportive, successful, and caring. I grew up never having to worry if I was going to have dinner that night. My sports teams that I played for, and loved, were paid for without a problem. This was all made possible because I had parents that made a good living. They both went to a four year university and got jobs right after college. Soon after they made enough money to move to Southern California, which I believe is one of the best places to live and raise a family. My parents and many others that live in Orange County are an example of success, a word I believe defines my community. My personal definition of success is being where you want to be in life. After my college experience is done, I want to raise a family in Southern California. Living here has taught me that I want to be successful, that I want to give my kids the same kind of support my parents gave me. People can get caught up in the fast paced money driven lifestyle of Orange County, but it is a great place to grow up. There is a general sense of comfort and security where I live, a sense of the American dream. Almost everybody who wants to live in a pleasant home in Southern California knows what its like to work hard. As a child I thought everyone had it this good, but over time I realized that one must have a good job to live here. Being as fortunate as I was, I came to understand that many others do not retain the lifestyle I take for granted. As I got older, I began to look at Orange County as a fathom of reality. In the words of my mother, "Not everyone lives in this Orange County bubble; you do not know half of the things that go on in this world." She was right, I have had it easy. My community has given me goals and a deeper understanding of the world. An example of success has been presented right before me; I want to obtain that success. I have been living the dream, but must work hard to retain it.
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I am just looking for general comments advice for this essay. Thanks It does not take long to look around in Orange County and realize that it is an affluent area. I am surrounded by massive, magnificent homes; some of which cost millions of dollars. People in this area had to be successful to buy these homes. I wish to be as successful as the adults in Orange County. As a child I had about everything I wanted. I had a basketball hoop, video games, and a big house. My parents were supportive, successful, and caring. I grew up never having to worry if I was going to have dinner that night. My sports team that I played for, and loved, were paid for without a problem. This was all made possible because I had parents that made a good living. They both went to a four-year university and got jobs right after college. Soon after they made enough money to move to Southern California, which I believe is one of the best places to live and raise a family. My parents and many others that live in Orange County are an example of success, a word I believe defines my community. My personal definition of success is being where you want to be in life. After my college experience is done, I want to raise a family in Southern California. Living here has taught me that I want to be successful, that I want to give my kids the same kind of support my parents gave me. People can get caught up in the fast-paced money driven lifestyle of Orange County, but it is a great place to grow up. There is a general sense of comfort and security where I live, a sense of the American dream. Almost everybody who wants to live in a pleasant home in Southern California knows what It's like to work hard. As a child I thought everyone had it this good, but over time I realized that one must have a good job to live here. Being as fortunate as I was, I came to understand that many others do not retain the lifestyle I take for granted. As I got older, I began to look at Orange County as a fathom of reality. In the words of my mother, "Not everyone lives in this Orange County bubble; you do not know half of the things that go on in this world." She was right, I have had it easy. My community has given me goals and a deeper understanding of the world. An example of success has been presented right before me; I want to obtain that success. I have been living the dream, but must work hard to retain it.
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I am filled with personalities of blacks and whites, of superheroes and super-villains, of evil and good, and the interesting in-betweens. My mind is fueled by the myriad of books I have read- Tom Sawyer, Nancy Drew, The Kite Runner, Tuesdays with Morrie, and countless others. Ever since I was a toddler, I tagged along with my dad every time he went to the library to borrow books to improve his English. While he busied himself with adjectives and adverbs, I escaped into the realm of imaginary friends or the adventures of Garfield. I would spend hours in the library, buried behind books, slowly enveloping myself in the world of literature, developing a love for words and wit. But my love would only have remained a stagnant interest if I hadn't picked up a certain Calvin and Hobbes. Where a routine trip to the library, and the occasional dose of Batman or Arthur nudged me along, Calvin and Hobbes became my catalyst. The ridiculous escapades of Calvin urged me to venture into the daring and outlandish, tipping me to give my own teacher the same smart-aleck responses he gave his. The stretches of his imagination, from T-rex to slug to jungle animals, once kept me occupied when I never had a friend to talk to. The grotesque and mutilated snowmen he created inspired me to draw and paint outside of the norm, to breathe life into monsters and the bizarre where others draw stick figures or smiley faces. The sarcastic cynicism and goofy compassion of Hobbes have become my advice, and over the years, I've adopted Hobbes as my own nagging conscience. And until recently, I've finally understood the depth of my favorite comic book characters- the irony, the witticisms, the analysis of anything and everything. Calvin's thorough, accurate, and precocious scrutiny combined with Hobbes's pithy interpolations motivated me to find my own niche in writing, my own style, words, and voice. There is something so idealistically beautiful in Bill Watterson's words, in Calvin's childish antics, in Hobbes's dry humor that has inspired me to write and read, and above all else, to learn. And it is because of this catalyst that I have decided to pursue a degree in Education. Through Calvin and Hobbes, a switch flipped inside of me. All of a sudden, school wasn't just about memorizing multiplication rules, abstruse vocabulary, scoring a 3000 on the SATs, and being the first kid out on the playground- it was about learning, to truly love what you learn. Most students never realize what their education really means until they've met that one special teacher, someone who motivates, provokes, questions, inspires. For me, Calvin and Hobbes, in all their whimsy, their adventures, their moral lessons, their irony, their sarcasm, their love for learning, have always been my teachers. I want to be able to inspire kids, preteens, teenagers, adults. I want to instill a love for knowledge that I now have. I want to make people question, criticize, realize. I want to educate. I want to dole out moral lessons for them to ponder. I want to help them accept. I want to teach them that life isn't about memorization, scores, and being perfect, it's really about learning, always learning. I want them to explore. I want to be able to influence others like how Calvin and Hobbes influenced me. I want to become a teacher.
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I am filled with personalities of blacks and whites, of superheroes and super-villains, of evil and good, and the interesting go-betweens. My mind is fueled by the myriad of books I have read-Tom Sawyer, Nancy Drew, The Kite Runner, Tuesdays with Morris, and countless others. Ever since I was a toddler, I tagged along with my dad every time he went to the library to borrow books to improve his English. While he busied himself with adjectives and adverbs, I escaped into the realm of imaginary friends or the adventures of Garfield. I would spend hours in the library, buried behind books, slowly enveloping myself in the world of literature, developing a love for words and wit. But my love would only have remained a stagnant interest if I hadn't picked up a certain Calvin and Hobbes. Where a routine trip to the library, and the occasional dose of Batman or Arthur nudged me along, Calvin and Hobbes became my catalyst. The ridiculous escapades of Calvin urged me to venture into the daring and outlandish, tipping me to give my own teacher the same smart-aleck responses he gave his. The stretches of his imagination, from T. rex to slug to jungle animals, once kept me occupied when I never had a friend to talk to. The grotesque and mutilated snowmen he created inspired me to draw and paint outside the norm, to breathe life into monsters and the bizarre where others draw stick figures or smiley faces. The sarcastic cynicism and goofy compassion of Hobbes have become my advice, and over the years, I've adopted Hobbes as my own nagging conscience. And until recently, I've finally understood the depth of my favorite comic book characters-the irony, the witticisms, the analysis of anything and everything. Calvin's thorough, accurate, and precocious scrutiny combined with Hobbes's pithy interpolations motivated me to find my own niche in writing, my own style, words, and voice. There is something so idealistically beautiful in Bill Watterson's words, in Calvin's childish antics, in Hobbes's dry humor that has inspired me to write and read, and above all else, to learn. And it is because of this catalyst that I have decided to pursue a degree in Education. Through Calvin and Hobbes, a switch flipped inside me. All of a sudden, school wasn't just about memorizing multiplication rules, abstruse vocabulary, scoring a 3000 on the SATs, and being the first kid out on the playground- it was about learning, to truly love what you learn. Most students never realize what their education really means until they've met that one special teacher, someone who motivates, provokes, questions, inspires. For me, Calvin and Hobbes, in all their whimsy, their adventures, their moral lessons, their irony, their sarcasm, their love for learning, have always been my teachers. I want to be able to inspire kids, preteens, teenagers, adults. I want to instill a love for knowledge that I now have. Furthermore, I want to make people question, criticize, realize. Furthermore, I want to educate. Furthermore, I want to dole out moral lessons for them to ponder. Furthermore, I want to help them accept. Furthermore, I want to teach them that life isn't about memorization, scores, and being perfect, it's really about learning, always learning. Furthermore, I want them to explore. Furthermore, I want to be able to influence others like how Calvin and Hobbes influenced me. Furthermore, I want to become a teacher.
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The lights flickered back and forth as I sat in my seat. As I looked back from my window I saw the last of Taipei. The huge skyscrapers, the moving lights, and even the sensational city smell gone forever to the winds. The souvenirs I brought back were all that's left of the metropolis I so much loved. But as I began to turn my head back I saw something that caught my attention. It was the countryside. H ow quaint and pastoral it looked. The fields of farms and villages scattered along the rail line made for the perfect picture. How the stark difference in ambiance essay filled my head as I wondered how a very industrial country could have this haven within itself. I stared quietly at the magnificent scene for about thirty minutes until I felt sleepy from the fatigue of travel. As I began to find a good place to put my head, the pictures of the countryside still filled my thoughts. Never in America can one find a place as distinct as the countryside that was bestow in front of me. I wondered puzzled by the vastness of the world that I knew. How the geography and culture has shaped how humans settled. The thoughts of how countries though so civilized can have a stark difference in the placement of settlements. Before more reflections passed by me I lingered to sleep. Though about an hour or two passed, the country scene changed, i arrived to Tainan, back to civilization and back to society. Back to the world, to the stressfulness, the hecticness, and the complexity of life. Though long gone from the place only conceived by dreams, I have learned that no matter how the world industrializes there are always those oases that exists where nature and man live together.
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The lights flickered back and forth as I sat in my seat. As I looked back from my window I saw the last of Taipei. The huge skyscrapers, the moving lights, and even the sensational city smell gone forever to the winds. The souvenirs I brought back were all that's left of the metropolis I so much loved. But as I began to turn my head back I saw something that caught my attention. It was the countryside. H ow quaint and pastoral it looked. The fields of farms and villages scattered along the rail line made for the perfect picture. How the stark difference in ambiance essay filled my head as I wondered how a very industrial country could have this haven within itself. I stared quietly at the magnificent scene for about thirty minutes until I felt sleepy from the fatigue of travel. As I began to find a good place to put my head, the pictures of the countryside still filled my thoughts. Never in America can one find a place as distinct as the countryside that was bestowed in front of me. I wondered puzzled by the vastness of the world that I knew. How the geography and culture has shaped how humans settled. The thoughts of how countries though so civilized can have a stark difference in the placement of settlements. Before more reflections passed by me, I lingered to sleep. Though about an hour or two passed, the country scene changed, I arrived to Tainan, back to civilization and back to society. Back to the world, to the trustfulness, the heftiness, and the complexity of life. Though long gone from the place only conceived by dreams, I have learned that no matter how the world industrializes there are always those oases that exists where nature and man live together.
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Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. I do not come from a family of privilege but rather a family of sacrifice andadversity. Although supportive to an extent, no one in my family has ever dreamed ofgoing to college. I never met my dad because he left me and my mom when I was a baby, and my mom dropped out of high school to take care of me when I was born. She sacrificed her future, so that I could have a better chance at succeeding in life. I am the eldest of five boys, so I feel that it is up to me to open as many doors as possible for my younger brothers. I encourage my little brothers to surpass everything I have done; that is why I make sure that they take all of the advanced placement and honors classes that I struggled in. I make sure that their grades are better than mine every quarter, every semester, every year. I took the initiative to learn about college on my own by spending countless hours looking through college web sites and spending time discussing colleges with teachers and friends. None of my family members are able to help me apply, or guide me through scholarships and grants because none of them have been to college. As the eldest I have also taken on the challenge of helping my mom financially. I watched as my mom was denied job after job due to the fact that she did not have a high school diploma. At the early age of twelve, I started working to help my mom with household expenses. Instead of making education my number one priority, I was forced to give it less attention, and at times work took precedence over my education. Every dollar that I received helped my mom in some way. Even though it felt good to be helping my mom, my grades did plummet somewhat. Time that could have been devoted to studying, were spent working afternoon shifts at Footlocker to help my family keep our heads above water. There have been times when I have had to try to study for a test the next day , while I was at work because I knew that by the time I would get home, I was not going to have the energy to focus on my books. Although I have found my job at Footlocker beneficial to my family, it does not present a promising career path. For example, my manager is a person that I do not want to emulate. Although he is a bright young man, he lacks a higher education. He never went to college, and he barely made it out of high school. Consequently, jobs are very limited for him. Through his example, I have learned to push myself to the limit, so that in the future I will have options. Even though I have become accustomed to working, there have been times when I guiltily wished that I was not stuck in my predicament. Dealing with the responsibilities of being born first, watching my family struggle, challenging myself and seeing the result of the lack of a higher education have not only solidified my determination to go to college, but I am motivated to push myself to succeed there as well. I have the will to not only pursue my dreams and aspiration, but to fulfill my dream of a higher education.
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Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. I do not come from a family of privilege but rather a family of sacrifice and adversity. Although supportive to an extent, no one in my family has ever dreamed ongoing to college. I never met my dad because he left me and my mom when I was a baby, and my mom dropped out of high school to take care of me when I was born. She sacrificed her future, so that I could have a better chance at succeeding in life. I am the eldest of five boys, so I feel that it is up to me to open as many doors as possible for my younger brothers. I encourage my little brothers to surpass everything I have done; that is why I make sure that they take all the advanced placement and honors classes that I struggled in. Furthermore, I make sure that their grades are better than mine every quarter, every semester, every year. Furthermore, I took the initiative to learn about college on my own by spending countless hours looking through college websites and spending time discussing colleges with teachers and friends. None of my family members are able to help me apply, or guide me through scholarships and grants because none of them have been to college. As the eldest I have also taken on the challenge of helping my mom financially. I watched as my mom was denied job after job due to the fact that she did not have a high school diploma. At the early age of twelve, I started working to help my mom with household expenses. Instead of making education my number one priority, I was forced to give it less attention, and at times work took precedence over my education. Every dollar that I received helped my mom in some way. Even though it felt good to be helping my mom, my grades did plummet somewhat. Time that could have been devoted to studying, were spent working afternoon shifts at Footlocker to help my family keep our heads above water. There have been times when I have had to try to study for a test the next day, while I was at work because I knew that by the time I would get home, I was not going to have the energy to focus on my books. Although I have found my job at Footlocker beneficial to my family, it does not present a promising career path. For example, my manager is a person that I do not want to emulate. Although he is a bright young man, he lacks a higher education. He never went to college, and he barely made it out of high school. Consequently, jobs are very limited for him. Through his example, I have learned to push myself to the limit, so that in the future I will have options. Even though I have become accustomed to working, there have been times when I guiltily wished that I was not stuck in my predicament. Dealing with the responsibilities of being born first, watching my family struggle, challenging myself and seeing the result of the lack of a higher education have not only solidified my determination to go to college, but I am motivated to push myself to succeed there as well. I have the will to not only pursue my dreams and aspiration, but to fulfill my dream of a higher education.
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Grown ups (Now I am one of them) often say that teenage years are the most beautiful moment of one's life and I want to look back on my teenage years. I was not like other ordinary students who rush to extra-curricular studies or meet friends because I worked as a part timer. I really enjoyed what I did. If someone had made me work instead of hanging out with friends, I would have never done so. I never knew, at that moment, how happy it was just to keep myself busy everyday. Dong Dae Moon fashion market in Seoul, Korea where I was working was famous for small retailers and warehouses. It is the hub and beginning of the fashion industry in Korea. Many Asians come for shopping and it has become a trademark of Korean fashion among many Asian countries. These days, online shopping is extremely booming in Korea. However when I was 18 years old, the only way to shop for clothes was to visit each shop in the fashion market on one's own. At that time I was a girl who was interested in watching passersby's fashion and trends of Designers', so I could recognize the trend which could be applied to the real-life fashion. I carried fashion magazines with me such as Vogue, Elle, and Bazaar on which I spent most of my allowance to see how the designer's products match with the place and environment. Such an interest was as natural as others' interest in music. I thought of myself as a lucky girl because it was not easy to get a job in Dong Dae Moon Fashion market. The first day I started my job, my boss felt uncomfortable about hiring such a young person like me. For this reason, I was never tardy or absent for three years while I was working. I also tried to show my enthusiasm for fashion and work. My duty was researching monthly magazines on the first day of their edition and predicting the new season's fashion trend and purchasing clothing items. Personally, I was really interested in changing the display and guessing out the reason for the best selling date. After a year passed, I was acknowledged and trusted by my boss for my sincere effort at work. And eventually the boss gave an entire control of the shop to me. As a result, apparently it was not just a part time job for me anymore. On the other hand, the dream of having my own shop led me to concentrate less on my study in school. Therefore I left high school and started home schooling for GED. Although my parents were anxious about me, they trusted me and they understood how zealous I was to achieve my dream and pursue my goal of life. Therefore I promised my parents that I would acquire good GED scores as soon as possible. Then, when I was 20 years old, I finally passed the GED test. While my parents hoped that I would attend university, I decided to work in the branch of Louis Vuitton at Avenuel Store in Korea to have more experience in fashion merchandising management; marketing or retail merchandising. While working there, I realized that would I need more technical knowledge in fashion marketing and English in order to get a higher position. Therefore, with my desire for in-depth knowledge in the field of fashion, I searched the Internet and found a perfect school for fashion marketing for me, FIT. I knew at the moment I found FIT that it is the perfect place for me to learn the high fashion of New York. As soon as my decision was made, I started to clip out information about FIT, and displayed it on my wall and Face book and began studying TOEFL. Whenever I lost my strength in achieving my dream or when I failed to get satisfactory scores of TOEFL, I imagined myself studying in FIT. I believe that imagination is the power of life and I knew my dream will come true in the future as long as I believe in myself and keep moving forward. After graduating from the school, I want to work for an international company for my career and launch my own shop some day as well as establishing a professional fashion school in Korea. Right now, all I see is FIT.
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Grown-ups (Now I am one of them) often say that teenage years are the most beautiful moment of one's life and I want to look back on my teenage years. I was not like other ordinary students who rush to extracurricular studies or meet friends because I worked as a part-timer. I really enjoyed what I did. If someone had made me work instead of hanging out with friends, I would have never done so. I never knew, at that moment, how happy it was just to keep myself busy every day. Dong DAE Moon fashion market in Seoul, Korea where I was working was famous for small retailers and warehouses. It is the hub and beginning of the fashion industry in Korea. Many Asians come for shopping, and it has become a trademark of Korean fashion among many Asian countries. These days, online shopping is extremely booming in Korea. However, when I was 18 years old, the only way to shop for clothes was to visit each shop in the fashion market on one's own. At that time I was a girl who was interested in watching passersby's fashion and trends of Designers', so I could recognize the trend which could be applied to the real-life fashion. I carried fashion magazines with me such as Vogue, Elle, and Bazaar on which I spent most of my allowance to see how the designer's products match with the place and environment. Such an interest was as natural as others' interest in music. I thought of myself as a lucky girl because it was not easy to get a job in Dong DAE Moon Fashion market. The first day I started my job, my boss felt uncomfortable about hiring such a young person like me. For this reason, I was never tardy or absent for three years while I was working. I also tried to show my enthusiasm for fashion and work. My duty was researching monthly magazines on the first day of their edition and predicting the new season's fashion trend and purchasing clothing items. Personally, I was really interested in changing the display and guessing out the reason for the best-selling date. After a year passed, I was acknowledged and trusted by my boss for my sincere effort at work. And eventually the boss gave an entire control of the shop to me. As a result, apparently it was not just a part-time job for me anymore. On the other hand, the dream of having my own shop led me to concentrate less on my study in school. Therefore, I left high school and started homeschooling for GED. Although my parents were anxious about me, they trusted me, and they understood how zealous I was to achieve my dream and pursue my goal of life. Therefore, I promised my parents that I would acquire good GED scores as soon as possible. Then, when I was 20 years old, I finally passed the GED test. While my parents hoped that I would attend university, I decided to work in the branch of Louis Vuitton at Avenue Store in Korea to have more experience in fashion merchandising management; marketing or retail merchandising. While working there, I realized that would I need more technical knowledge in fashion marketing and English in order to get a higher position. Therefore, with my desire for in-depth knowledge in the field of fashion, I searched the Internet and found a perfect school for fashion marketing for me, FIT. I knew at the moment I found FIT that it is the perfect place for me to learn the high fashion of New York. As soon as my decision was made, I started to clip out information about FIT, and displayed it on my wall and Face book and began studying TOEFL. Whenever I lost my strength in achieving my dream or when I failed to get satisfactory scores of TOEFL, I imagined myself studying in FIT. I believe that imagination is the power of life and I knew my dream will come true in the future as long as I believe in myself and keep moving forward. After graduating from the school, I want to work for an international company for my career and launch my own shop some day as well as establishing a professional fashion school in Korea. Right now, all I see is FIT.
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Growing up in Brooklyn at the turn of the century, Francie faces many challenges that I could never truly understand: what it is like to go hungry, almost being raped, being kept from going to school. These are events and circumstances that I could never begin to fathom. But there is one thing that I could understand in Francie?s life: what it was like to watch her alcoholic father drown himself in booze and neglect his family?s needs. No, my father is most definitely not an alcoholic, and he does everything that he can to make sure that we are taken care of. What I could relate to with Francie was what it is like to grow up watching a person that you love be taken away by a disease that can not be cured. Roy Kenneth Jones, the kindest, most tender-hearted man you could know, was my grandpa and he suffered from Alzheimer?s disease. He was not an alcoholic and the choice was not his own, but as I grew up, I was witness to what happened when Alzheimer?s tore him away from every thing that mattered and every one who cared. One of my earliest memories is of my grandpa walking me to school on the first day of kindergarten. Even though E.W. Griffith Elementary could be seen from our house and even though there were gaggles of other children walking to school, Grandpa always insisted upon holding my hand in his and taking that short walk. For years, we followed the same routine every morning: we would wake up, get dressed, watch a Gaither gospel tape while eating breakfast, and then at eight o? clock he would grab my backpack and my hand and we would head across the street to school. He would walk me to the front gate then head back to our house. When he got to the corner next to our house, he would turn around, wave to me one last time and blow me a kiss. Year after year after year, it was exactly the same, until one day when he turned around, instead of his bright smile, there was a look of utter confusion. I was only in third grade at the time, so even though I knew that something was wrong, I did not know what. Concerned, I ran over too him and asked him what was the matter. And with a scared, child-like look in his eye, he told me that he couldn?t remember the way home. Papa had been walking me to school for four years and before me, he had taken the same route with my older sister. He knew that walk by heart, and even if he?d somehow forgotten, you could see our house from the school, plain as day. But still, he couldn?t find his way. Alzheimer?s hit me for the first time that day, because that day was the first day that I held my grandpa?s had and walked him home, and the last day that he held mine to walk me to school. By this time, we all knew that there was nothing to be done for Papa. This was before there were any medicines to stop or even slow the progression of his disease, so it was before the families of people with Alzheimer?s had any hope of getting better. But we didn?t think about what would happen, we simply tried to enjoy each day, tried to make things as simple as possible for Papa, all the while watching him slowly slip away. Alzheimer?s is a terribly wicked disease. The person doesn?t just become absent-minded, forgetting where he left his keys or how to get somewhere, he starts to lose the ability to take care of himself, to lose his memories, to lose everything that ever mattered. By the time I was in the fifth grade, Papa had moved into the stage of Alzheimer?s where the person begins to forget the people in his life. Papa ended up forgetting who I was, who my mother was, even who his wife of almost sixty years was. I?ll never forget the look in my grandma?s eyes the first time that Papa asked her who she was. The sadness that overtook them, it was like some icy hand reached into her chest and stole everything that ever mattered to her. She lived through a world war, Korea, Vietnam, three children, nine grandchildren, countless Thanksgivings and Christmases, all of the ups and downs that come with life, and in that moment, it was like she lost it all. For her, it was like losing her best friend. He was the only other person in the world who could possibly understand what she had been through in her life, and now it was like he was both still here, while at the same time gone. Like a thief in the night, Alzheimer?s sneaked into our lives and stole away a person so good, it was like losing an angel. As I write this, I am realizing how little I really know about my grandpa. I was never able to ask him about his childhood in Robbins, Tennessee during the Great Depression, why he fell in love with my grandma, what it was like in France on D-day. All of these things, all of these precious bits that made him, were stolen from me, from my family. I guess that what I remember of my papa is the shell of a man that I won?t get to meet until I die. Sure, I have snapshots from when I was younger, and if I wade through the fog that was just disease, I can see bits and pieces of who he really was. I can see the kindness and goodness and love that permeated from his very soul. Francie and I may be very different people with very different pasts, but the one thing that we have in common is knowing what its like to have a person you love stolen away. Her father was taken by alcohol, my grandpa by Alzheimer?s. I could become disheartened, and could become angry that Alzheimer?s took my grandfather, but that would just be letting the disease win one more time. What is important, for both France and for me, is to remember the good times that I did have with my grandpa. He may not be with me now, but I know that one day I will see him again. And like Francie, even though I wasn?t given the chance to have an idyllic relationship with my grandpa, I appreciate what I did have, and I will cherish those few memories that I do have.
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Growing up in Brooklyn at the turn of the century, France faces many challenges that I could never truly understand: what it is like to go hungry, almost being raped, being kept from going to school. These are events and circumstances that I could never begin to fathom. But there is one thing that I could understand in Francie’s life: what it was like to watch her alcoholic father drown himself in booze and neglect his family’s needs. No, my father is most definitely not an alcoholic, and he does everything that he can to make sure that we are taken care of. What I could relate to with France was what it is like to grow up watching a person that you love be taken away by a disease that can not be cured. Roy Kenneth Jones, the kindest, most tender-hearted man you could know, was my grandpa, and he suffered from Alzheimer?s disease. He was not an alcoholic and the choice was not his own, but as I grew up, I was witness to what happened when Alzheimer?s tore him away from every thing that mattered and every one who cared. One of my earliest memories is of my grandpa walking me to school on the first day of kindergarten. Even though E.W. Griffith Elementary could be seen from our house and even though there were gaggles of other children walking to school, Grandpa always insisted upon holding my hand in his and taking that short walk. For years, we followed the same routine every morning: we would wake up, get dressed, watch a Gather gospel tape while eating breakfast, and then at eight o? Clock he would grab my backpack and my hand, and we would head across the street to school. He would walk me to the front gate then head back to our house. When he got to the corner next to our house, he would turn around, wave to me one last time and blow me a kiss. Year after year, it was exactly the same, until one day when he turned around, instead of his bright smile, there was a look of utter confusion. I was only in third grade at the time, so even though I knew that something was wrong, I did not know what. Concerned, I ran over too him and asked him what was the matter. And with a scared, child-like look in his eye, he told me that he couldn't remember the way home. Papa had been walking me to school for four years and before me, he had taken the same route with my older sister. He knew that walk by heart, and even if he’d somehow forgotten, you could see our house from the school, plain as day. But still, he couldn't find his way. Alzheimer?s hit me for the first time that day, because that day was the first day that I held my grandpa’s had and walked him home, and the last day that he held mine to walk me to school. By this time, we all knew that there was nothing to be done for Papa. This was before there were any medicines to stop or even slow the progression of his disease, so it was before the families of people with Alzheimer?s had any hope of getting better. But we didn't think about what would happen, we simply tried to enjoy each day, tried to make things as simple as possible for Papa, all the while watching him slowly slip away. Alzheimer?s is a terribly wicked disease. The person doesn't just become absent-minded, forgetting where he left his keys or how to get somewhere, he starts to lose the ability to take care of himself, to lose his memories, to lose everything that ever mattered. By the time I was in the fifth grade, Papa had moved into the stage of Alzheimer?s where the person begins to forget the people in his life. Papa ended up forgetting who I was, who my mother was, even who his wife of almost sixty years was. I’ll never forget the look in my grandma’s eyes the first time that Papa asked her who she was. The sadness that overtook them, it was like some icy hand reached into her chest and stole everything that ever mattered to her. She lived through a world war, Korea, Vietnam, three children, nine grandchildren, countless Thanksgivings and Christmases, all the ups and downs that come with life, and At that moment, it was like she lost it all. For her, it was like losing her best friend. He was the only other person in the world who could possibly understand what she had been through in her life, and now it was like he was both still here, while at the same time gone. Like a thief in the night, Alzheimer?s sneaked into our lives and stole away a person so good, it was like losing an angel. As I write this, I am realizing how little I really know about my grandpa. I was never able to ask him about his childhood in Robbins, Tennessee during the Great Depression, why he fell in love with my grandma, what it was like in France on D-Day. All of these things, all of these precious bits that made him, were stolen from me, from my family. I guess that what I remember of my papa is the shell of a man that I won't get to meet until I die. Sure, I have snapshots from when I was younger, and if I wade through the fog that was just disease, I can see bits and pieces of whom he really was. I can see the kindness and goodness and love that permeated from his very soul. France and I may be very different people with very different pasts, but the one thing that we have in common knows what It's like to have a person you love stolen away. Her father was taken by alcohol, my grandpa by Alzheimer?s. I could become disheartened, and could become angry that Alzheimer?s took my grandfather, but that would just be letting the disease win one more time. What is important, for both France and for me, is to remember the good times that I did have with my grandpa. He may not be with me now, but I know that one day I will see him again. And like France, even though I wasn't given the chance to have an idyllic relationship with my grandpa, I appreciate what I did have, and I will cherish those few memories that I do have.
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In middle school I was an innocent naive girl who didn't know what a DUI was or what pot was. Stepping into the high school world for the first time I was surrounded with things that I knew nothing about. I saw a lot of my friends fall into the pressure of underage drinking, using drugs, and having sex. Being a senior in high school and still being drug, sex, and alcoholic free is amazing to most adults and peers of mine. I am proud of being able to have the strength in saying no to something I don't believe in. Being part of my colorguard team in high school I have to make sure I stay healthy. Most people look at what I do as being easy and useless. In my eyes I get to dance, perform in front of an audience, and have great friends. Last year in Winterguard I was faced with the challenge of learning how to use a sabre. Taking over for a girl who was not going to make it to championships, I had to have the physical strength to throw a quad on something I had never touched in my life. Practicing every day I was able to overcome the challenge and do well in championships. . I use this strength not only when faced with a challenge but with everything I do. My mother always says education comes first and not being the brightest student in my class I work hard for my grades. Being intellectually strong doesn't only mean being book smart but also being common sense smart too. One must learn how to be intellectually strong in and out of class. Having the capability to stay awake in class and be interactive while being able to understand the world around me has me intellectually strong. Life is all about changes and lessons and how we deal with them. In my life I am faced with challenges to overcome to become a stronger person. I would like to continue my life after high school at Florida State University to learn how to become an even stronger person than I am now.
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In middle school I was an innocent naive girl who didn't know what a DUI was or what pot was. Stepping into the high school world for the first time I was surrounded with things that I knew nothing about. I saw a lot of my friends fall into the pressure of underage drinking, using drugs, and having sex. Being a senior in high school and still being drugged, sex, and alcoholic free is amazing to most adults and peers of mine. I am proud of being able to have the strength in saying no to something I don't believe in. Being part of my color guard team in high school I have to make sure I stay healthy. Most people look at what I do as being easy and useless. In my eyes I get to dance, perform in front of an audience, and have great friends. Last year in Winter guard I was faced with the challenge of learning how to use a Sabre. Taking over for a girl who was not going to make it to championships, I had to have the physical strength to throw a quad on something I had never touched in my life. Practicing every day I was able to overcome the challenge and do well in championships. . I use this strength not only when faced with a challenge but with everything I do. My mother always says education comes first and not being the brightest student in my class I work hard for my grades. Being intellectually strong doesn't only mean being book smart but also being common sense smart too. One must learn how to be intellectually strong in and out of class. Having the capability to stay awake in class and be interactive while being able to understand the world around me has me intellectually strong. Life is all about changes and lessons and how we deal with them. In my life I am faced with challenges to overcome to become a stronger person. I would like to continue my life after high school at Florida State University to learn how to become an even stronger person than I am now.
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Essay:Philmont Boy Scout Ranch is the summer hike everyone in Troop 62 looked forward to. After two years of preparation for the 64 mile trek, we boarded a bus with the ranger that was assigned to our crew. Looking back at those eleven days I spent on the trail, I began to correlate each day of the trek to each year of my dedication to Scouting. The first two days seemed to be the hardest. Blisters and aches from the new hiking gear; adjusting to low humidity and 114 degree temperatures; navigating new territory; setting up camp-we needed the ranger. These first two days on the trail were much like the first few years Scouting. As Cub Scouts, we relied on our fathers to plan campouts and pack everything for us. The third through seventh days were easier. Adjusted to the daily routine, we hiked a couple thousand feet up a mesa for five miles. The view was truly magnificent; Black Mountain and our final destination, the Tooth of Time distant in the horizon. Together, they squashed our confidence of completing the trek. These four days resembled Weblos. We became accustomed to how the troop works, and what Scouting is really about. Our fathers no longer packed our backpacks, we assumed more responsibilities. On day nine, Mt. Phillips stood towering before us. By now, our crew had switched roles with the advisors; we were in charge. Our second to final task was to the summit-straight up the steepest grade. Six grueling hours later, I was standing seven thousand feet higher than when I woke up. I could see the mountains of Colorado and Utah, the plains of Kansas and Oklahoma. Like the Eagle Scout project that is required to attain the rank of Eagle, this climb tested our endurance, leadership and preparedness. The final hike to the Tooth of Time was the most strenuous of all. Carrying two day's supply of water, we hiked thirteen miles back and forth up switchback trails leading to the peak. Exhausted, we stood in awe. Finally, we made it. In the distance stood the tiny mesa we had hiked the third day, the mesa that almost turned us back! The "impossible" journey was completed-whether it was trek up the Tooth of Time, or the trek to Eagle Scout. My experience in Scouting has helped me develop the qualities of leadership, honor, perseverance and striving for excellence. I realize it is my duty to use these qualities to benefit my family and my community, and will do so at UF. I will lead by example, serving others while demonstrating that success, while elusive, can be achieved. The trek at Philmont was not an easy journey; it was a life changing experience. The road to Eagle Scout was long and filled with twists and turns. Together these experiences will help me endeavor. "Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts."- Winston Churchill What do you think?
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Essay:Philemon Boy Scout Ranch is the summer hike everyone in Troop 62 looked forward to. After two years of preparation for the 64-mile trek, we boarded a bus with the ranger that was assigned to our crew. Looking back at those eleven days I spent on the trail, I began to correlate each day of the trek to each year of my dedication to Scouting. The first two days seemed to be the hardest. Blisters and aches from the new hiking gear; adjusting to low humidity and 114 degree temperatures; navigating new territory; setting up camp-we needed the ranger. These first two days on the trail were much like the first few years Scouting. As Cub Scouts, we relied on our fathers to plan campouts and pack everything for us. The third through seventh days were easier. Adjusted to the daily routine, we hiked a couple of thousand feet up a mesa for five miles. The view was truly magnificent; Black Mountain and our final destination, the Tooth of Time distant in the horizon. Together, they squashed our confidence of completing the trek. These four days resembled Weblog. We became accustomed to how the troop works, and what Scouting is really about. Our fathers no longer packed our backpacks, we assumed more responsibilities. On day nine, Mt. Phillips stood towering before us. By now, our crew had switched roles with the advisors; we were in charge. Our second to final task was to the summit-straight up the steepest grade. Six grueling hours later, I was standing seven thousand feet higher than when I woke up. I could see the mountains of Colorado and Utah, the plains of Kansas and Oklahoma. Like the Eagle Scout project that is required to attain the rank of Eagle, this climb tested our endurance, leadership and preparedness. The final hike to the Tooth of Time was the most strenuous of all. Carrying two days supply of water, we hiked thirteen miles back and forth up switchback trails leading to the peak. Exhausted, we stood in awe. Finally, we made it. In the distance stood the tiny mesa we had hiked the third day, the mesa that almost turned us back! The "impossible" journey was completed-whether it was trekked up the Tooth of Time, or the trek to Eagle Scout. My experience in Scouting has helped me develop the qualities of leadership, honor, perseverance and striving for excellence. I realize it is my duty to use these qualities to benefit my family and my community, and will do so at OF. I will lead by example, serving others while demonstrating that success, while elusive, can be achieved. The trek at Philemon was not an easy journey; it was a life-changing experience. The road to Eagle Scout was long and filled with twists and turns. Together these experiences will help me endeavor. "Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts."- Winston Churchill What do you think?
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With middle school over and almost forgotten, I was fidgeting with the inclination to share my summer experiences with my returning friends. As the car veered around the corner on its final lap, an invasive onslaught of mental thoughts hit me hard like a belly-flop. "This is it, what are you going to do now?", "Are you ready for the road ahead?", "What is it that you want to achieve?", "What are your dreams, your aspirations?". "Where are you headed to?". As giddy as I was a few moments earlier, I was both mortified and shocked that I could not answer any of those questions. Salvaging my integrity, I quickly banished these tormenting thoughts from my mind as I stepped out of the car and transitioned into a whole new scenery in itself. The sun seemed radiant even if it was obscured by clouds and the weather was chilly. Cars quickly pulled up to the sidelines as parents waved their children farewell on their first day of school, friends socialized with each other, students crossed streets in hordes at a time, leaves of autumn hue made their decent, and the cloud-streaks riveting the sky stretched for miles; this was high school. I inhaled a deep and penetrating breath of cold air as I moved quickly to greet my friends... Sufficient time had elapsed, but by my sophomore year in college I finally had found my holy grail. My career choice first started with general chemistry in my freshmen year of college. This was one of the classes that I dreaded to take and loved to hate. However, what was born from this experience was an unexpected appreciation for telescopic thinking. Simply seeing wood crackle or paper crinkle while being burned no longer was enough! I had to know what occurred to that piece of wood or sheet of paper on the molecular level as it decomposed by coming in contact with highly excited oxygen, why such an reaction occurred, what the predicted end product(s) will be, and how the overall reaction impacted its environment. Label me as obsessive-compulsive, but the more I practiced this, the more interesting everything seemed and the more I became pleased with myself. Ironically, general chemistry ended up being the class I enjoyed the most that quarter as well as for that academic year. With unleashed vigor, general biology and organic chemistry no longer seemed like prerequisite courses just for major requirements, but as courses for honest academic enrichment as well; science was getting to me. What started as a tiny spark of interest had conflagrated into a spiraling fireball set on course for reshaping my behavior, character, and the way I viewed the physical world; I was forever transformed. This zeal came as a surprise to me, but I knew that this was it, this was what I had been looking for, this was my answer to previously indomitable questions. I felt that I had just climbed an insurmountable mountain. With the obstacle now cleared, the one pass I had been searching for all these years, previously undetectable was now painfully clear. With both arms over my head and a bellow that would part the skies, a warm and fuzzy beam of sunlight basked my face as I felt a surge of confidence and pride swell from within. As I stand on this peak, no longer am I the unmotivated, squandering child of past. Grades are one thing, but ambition is another. Should I be forced to climb another mountain, I would gladly climb many more mountains with unforeseen fervor. Even if I were an adept mountain climber, without a will to succeed or continue I would have never made it thus far. The pass ahead is still peppered with turmoil and struggle; stumbles and blunders are to be expected, but I do not expect to give in so easily. I ask myself, "Are you ready?". I can gladly answer, "Yes, more than ready".
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With middle school over and almost forgotten, I was fidgeting with the inclination to share my summer experiences with my returning friends. As the car veered around the corner on its final lap, an invasive onslaught of mental thoughts hit me hard like a belly-flop. "This is it, what are you going to do now?", "Are you ready for the road ahead?", "What is it that you want to achieve?", "What are your dreams, your aspirations?". "Where are you headed to?". As giddy as I was a few moments earlier, I was both mortified and shocked that I could not answer any of those questions. Salvaging my integrity, I quickly banished these tormenting thoughts from my mind as I stepped out of the car and transitioned into a whole new scenery in itself. The sun seemed radiant even if it was obscured by clouds and the weather was chilly. Cars quickly pulled up to the sidelines as parents waved their children farewell on their first day of school, friends socialized with each other, students crossed streets in hordes at a time, leaves of autumn hue made their decent, and the cloud-streaks riveting the sky stretched for miles; this was high school. I inhaled a deep and penetrating breath of cold air as I moved quickly to greet my friends... Sufficient time had elapsed, but by my sophomore year in college I finally had found my holy grail. My career choice first started with general chemistry in my freshmen year of college. This was one of the classes that I dreaded to take and loved to hate. However, what was born from this experience was an unexpected appreciation for telescopic thinking. Simply seeing wood crackle or paper crinkle while being burned no longer was enough! I had to know what occurred to that piece of wood or sheet of paper on the molecular level as it decomposed by coming in contact with highly excited oxygen, why such a reaction occurred, what the predicted end product(s) will be, and how the overall reaction impacted its environment. Label me as obsessive-compulsive, but the more I practiced this, the more interesting everything seemed and the more I became pleased with myself. Ironically, general chemistry ended up being the class I enjoyed the most that quarter as well as for that academic year. With unleashed vigor, general biology and organic chemistry no longer seemed like prerequisite courses just for major requirements, but as courses for honest academic enrichment as well; science was getting to me. What started as a tiny spark of interest had conflagration into a spiraling fireball set on course for reshaping my behavior, character, and the way I viewed the physical world; I was forever transformed. This zeal came as a surprise to me, but I knew that this was it, this was what I had been looking for, this was my answer to previously indomitable questions. I felt that I had just climbed an insurmountable mountain. With the obstacle now cleared, the one pass I had been searching for all these years, previously undetectable was now painfully clear. With both arms over my head and a bellow that would part the skies, a warm and fuzzy beam of sunlight basked my face as I felt a surge of confidence and pride swell from within. As I stand on this peak, no longer am I the unmotivated, squandering child of past. Grades are one thing, but ambition is another. Should I be forced to climb another mountain, I would gladly climb many more mountains with unforeseen fervor. Even if I were an adept mountain climber, without a will to succeed or continue I would have never made it thus far. The pass ahead is still peppered with turmoil and struggle; stumbles and blunders are to be expected, but I do not expect to give in so easily. I ask myself, "Are you ready?". I can gladly answer, "Yes, more than ready".
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Hey I am looking for any feedback with grammar, sentence structure...etc. along with making sure it is clear how he influenced me. THANKS! Every Sunday, I get up in the morning and go to a neighboring town, Elmer, to attend services at St. Ann's Church. One morning, the current priest at the time announced that he would be leaving the parish. A new priest would be saying mass next week and would become the new church administrator. The current priest told the congregation the new priest's name, Father Julian Karczewski, and gave the parishioners a helper to remember how to pronounce it: Car-Chef-Ski. Little did I know that I would soon develop a strong personal relationship with this stranger. When Fr. Julian came to church the following Sunday, it was clear he had an exultant personality. Even though he walked with a marginal limp and was slightly hunched, he smiled all the time. So, when he announced the church was looking for a new person to help cut the grass and maintain the church lawns, I volunteered to help out realizing that he was clearly incapable of doing it himself. Every time I completed my work, I would go into the rectory to let Fr. Julian know I was finished. This would often lead to a brief discussion about how my life was going and how I was doing in school. With time, my responses grew from a simple "good" and our brief discussions developed into conversations. We learned a lot about each other. For example, Fr. Julian became aware that I was an avid wrestler and I learned that he was very active as a young boy. He talked of his sometimes reckless love for adventure and some of his many hobbies such as riding bikes and enjoying the outdoors. He enjoyed telling tales of his youth and reminisced about a particular time which changed his life. One day as a child, he jumped into a lake and went swimming with his friends. His venturesome soul had finally caught up to him as he contracted the polio virus from swimming in the lake. This was not the only tragedy to befall Fr. Julian. When he was in his late thirties, he just woke up one day to find that he lost most of the hearing in both ears. I then knew it was those two handicaps that contributed to Fr. Julian's off-balance walk and limited hearing. I wondered how someone whose life was flipped completely upside down by a horrid virus could remain in such a jubilant mood all the time. Even though it was a chore for him to just walk down the aisle and up to the altar to say mass everyday, he continued to do so with a contagious smile on his face. In fact, he even attended my eighth grade graduation ceremony and encouraged me to write a homily that he would read one Sunday in church. At every meeting we had, Fr. Julian would remind me that I could be anything I wanted to be and to not let anything get in the way of that. His bubbly personality, despite his sickness, inspired me not to mourn too long on any one event and to stick with God in times of trouble. A few years passed and it was apparent that Fr. Julian would no longer be able to serve as our church administrator. Finally in 2007, he retired and was sent to an assisted living center where he continued to say mass despite his deteriorating condition. Months passed and the sickness worsened to the point where he was unable to say mass for the residents. My family knew this would be a disheartening thing for Fr. Julian not to say mass. Knowing the impact he had on my life, I joined my parents to visit him. Nervous to see Fr. Julian in such a sick state, I reluctantly entered the room. He was napping but soon awoke with his trademark smile that I had come to love. He slowly reached out and grabbed my hand. "Andrew". That's all he said at the moment, but that is all that he needed to say. I knew exactly what was going through his mind. All of those years, Fr. Julian assisted me through any imaginable situation, and I realized it was now my turn to help comfort him.
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Hey I am looking for any feedback with grammar, sentence structure...etc. along with making sure it is clear how he influenced me. THANKS! Every Sunday, I get up in the morning and go to a neighboring town, Elmer, to attend services at St. Ann's Church. One morning, the current priest at the time announced that he would be leaving the parish. A new priest would be saying mass next week and would become the new church administrator. The current priest told the congregation the new priest's name, Father Julian Kaczyński, and gave the parishioners a helper to remember how to pronounce it: Car-Chef-Ski. Little did I know that I would soon develop a strong personal relationship with this stranger. When Fr. Julian came to church the following Sunday, it was clear he had an exultant personality. Even though he walked with a marginal limp and was slightly hunched, he smiled all the time. So, when he announced the church was looking for a new person to help cut the grass and maintain the church lawns, I volunteered to help out realizing that he was clearly incapable of doing it himself. Every time I completed my work, I would go into the rectory to let Fr. Julian know I was finished. This would often lead to a brief discussion about how my life was going and how I was doing in school. With time, my responses grew from a simple "good" and our brief discussions developed into conversations. We learned a lot about each other. For example, Fr. Julian became aware that I was an avid wrestler and I learned that he was very active as a young boy. He talked of his sometimes reckless love for adventure and some of his many hobbies such as riding bikes and enjoying the outdoors. He enjoyed telling tales of his youth and reminisced about a particular time which changed his life. One day as a child, he jumped into a lake and went swimming with his friends. His venturesome soul had finally caught up to him as he contracted the poliovirus from swimming in the lake. This was not the only tragedy to befall Fr. Julian. When he was in his late thirties, he just woke up one day to find that he lost most of the hearing in both ears. I then knew it was those two handicaps that contributed to Fr. Julian's off-balance walk and limited hearing. I wondered how someone whose life was flipped completely upside down by a horrid virus could remain in such a jubilant mood all the time. Even though it was a chore for him to just walk down the aisle and up to the altar to say mass every day, he continued to do so with a contagious smile on his face. In fact, he even attended my eighth grade graduation ceremony and encouraged me to write a homily that he would read one Sunday in church. At every meeting we had, Fr. Julian would remind me that I could be anything I wanted to be and to not let anything get in the way of that. His bubbly personality, despite his sickness, inspired me not to mourn too long on any one event and to stick with God in times of trouble. A few years passed, and it was apparent that Fr. Julian would no longer be able to serve as our church administrator. Finally, in 2007, he retired and was sent to an assisted living center where he continued to say mass despite his deteriorating condition. Months passed, and the sickness worsened to the point where he was unable to say mass for the residents. My family knew this would be a disheartening thing for Fr. Julian not to say mass. Knowing the impact he had on my life, I joined my parents to visit him. Nervous to see Fr. Julian in such a sick state, I reluctantly entered the room. He was napping but soon awoke with his trademark smile that I had come to love. He slowly reached out and grabbed my hand. "Andrew". That's all he said at the moment, but that is all that he needed to say. I knew exactly what was going through his mind. All of those years, Fr. Julian assisted me through any imaginable situation, and I realized it was now my turn to help comfort him.
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I have been taught that strength comes in many forms: physically, mentally, and emotionally. My physical strength was obtained through intensive conditioning in the sport of track and field, and maintained through daily participation in dance andor physical training in NJROTC. Moral strength sustains me in unfavorable influences. From my mother's teachings and the word of God, I have been able to resist negative peer pressure and make wise decisions. My mental strength is exemplified by my scholastic achievements. Some of these achievements include being accepted into the IB Program and the National Honor Society, being acknowledged as a Potential Key Scholar, and receiving good grades throughout school. My emotional strength is evident through my success in my endeavors, while living in a single parent home for the majority of my life. Art, in different forms, has always been a part of my life. My mother, being an interior designer, had drawing all around the house and encouraged me to put pencil to paper. She taught me several techniques and equipped me with scrapbooks and notepads. When I got to sixth grade, I took up band and the trombone. I switched schools and this did not allow me to continue playing, but even now when I'm around the band, I have a longing to play. Since the age of four, I have been dancing on and off, and for the past two years, I have been a part of my school's dance team- the Lionettes. Practicing the art of eurhythmics during high school has instilled in me a greater appreciation of music and dance. The craft of synchronizing the movement of twenty-three girls with the music of our band and other musical choices takes great musicality. This skill has made our dance team an award-winning one. I've been described as a respectful, caring, faithful, humble, and temperate individual.I am a dedicated Christian and faithful to my friends and family. The activities I participated in the Saving Our Children program at my church fulfilled my obligation to my community, my family, and my Lord. I was granted the opportunity this past summer to attend the National Youth Leadership Forum on Medicine in Philadelphia where I was exposed to some of the expectations and requirements of the medical field. This experience was a great privilege and confirmed my interest in the field and my desire to help others. My parents are believers that, "your thoughts become your words, your words become your actions, your actions mold your character, and your character determines your destiny." As graduates of The Florida State University, both of my parents have molded my character in a positive and productive manner. I want to continue in their tradition of educational excellence by becoming a Florida State Seminole.
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I have been taught that strength comes in many forms: physically, mentally, and emotionally. My physical strength was obtained through intensive conditioning in the sport of track and field, and maintained through daily participation in dance ardor physical training in NJ ROTC. Moral strength sustains me in unfavorable influences. From my mother's teachings and the word of God, I have been able to resist negative peer pressure and make wise decisions. My mental strength is exemplified by my scholastic achievements. Some of these achievements include being accepted into the IB Program and the National Honor Society, being acknowledged as a Potential Key Scholar, and receiving good grades throughout school. My emotional strength is evident through my success in my endeavors, while living in a single parent home for the majority of my life. Art, in different forms, has always been a part of my life. My mother, being an interior designer, had drawing all around the house and encouraged me to put pencil to paper. She taught me several techniques and equipped me with scrapbooks and notepads. When I got to sixth grade, I took up band and the trombone. I switched schools and this did not allow me to continue playing, but even now when I'm around the band, I have a longing to play. Since the age of four, I have been dancing on and off, and for the past two years, I have been a part of my school's dance team-the Vignettes. Practicing the art of eurhythmics during high school has instilled in me a greater appreciation of music and dance. The craft of synchronizing the movement of twenty-three girls with the music of our band and other musical choices takes great musicality. This skill has made our dance team an award-winning one. I've been described as a respectful, caring, faithful, humble, and temperate individual. I am a dedicated Christian and faithful to my friends and family. The activities I participated in the Saving Our Children program at my church fulfilled my obligation to my community, my family, and my Lord. I was granted the opportunity this past summer to attend the National Youth Leadership Forum on Medicine in Philadelphia where I was exposed to some expectations and requirements of the medical field. This experience was a great privilege and confirmed my interest in the field and my desire to help others. My parents are believers that, "your thoughts become your words, your words become your actions, your actions mold your character, and your character determines your destiny." As graduates of The Florida State University, both of my parents have molded my character in a positive and productive manner. I want to continue in their tradition of educational excellence by becoming a Florida State Seminole.
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I never realise how quickly time passes when i indulge in making every nuance of color look impeccable while creating the perfect masterpiece. Painting; its more than just a hobby, its my identity. I started to paint as it was an activity through which i could be confined within the 4 walls of a room. However, everytime i painted, my eyes were opened to a new perspective of the world. As i delved into the various subjects pertaining to the world, i recognised that i was missing out on being a part of it.Over the years, painting has improved my patience, perseverance and my strive for perfection, but above all, it has lead me to think with an open mind. It is a form of art where there are no inhibitions and i am free to explore the world. It has changed me from a reticent person to a mature, gregarious individual who enjoys living life on the outside. I want to know if it's an effective answer. If not, Id like a few ideas to make it better. Does it actually show that it has changed me as a person? because ive read it over and over again, i want a third persons opinion. Overall, is it average or pretty good? n please rate it on 10 so i know where i stand. If there are any grammatical errors, please correct that too. Thank you!!!!
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I never realize how quickly time passes when I indulge in making every nuance of color look impeccable while creating the perfect masterpiece. Painting; it's more than just a hobby, it's my identity. I started to paint as it was an activity through which I could be confined within the 4 walls of a room. However, every time I painted, my eyes were opened to a new perspective of the world. As I delved into the various subjects pertaining to the world, I recognized that I was missing out on being a part of it. Over the years, painting has improved my patience, perseverance and my strive for perfection, but above all, it has leaded me to think with an open mind. It is a form of art where there are no inhibitions and I am free to explore the world. It has changed me from a reticent person to a mature, gregarious individual who enjoys living life on the outside. I want to know if it's an effective answer. If not, I'd like a few ideas to make it better. Does it actually show that it has changed me as a person? Because I've read it over and over again, I want a third persons' opinion. Overall, is it average or pretty good? N please rate it on 10 so I know where I stand. If there are any grammatical errors, please correct that too. Thank you!!!!
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"Art is not a thing; it is a way." - Elbert Hubbard I'm not an artist, at least not yet. Art has always been a part of my life, however at first it was not a pleasing one. At the age of 4, I received the most expensive present from my parents - a piano. Though my piano teacher who would strike my little fingers with a steel spoon when she found mistakes scared me away from a pianist, music entered and soon spread all over my world. Since then I began to own an exquisite collection of music. When still in primary years I'd found myself never able to part from beautiful melodies. This bound shapes me a fabulous singer, a pioneer music critic and a living iTunes in high school years. Post-rock, Indie, Brit-pop, Shoegaze, Electronic, Bossa Nova, Tango, Opera...my collection contains music of all genres and from all areas. I greatly enjoy the life expanding my land in musical world, sharing analyses and comments in magazines, recommending albums and singles to my friends. But I'm aware of one fact that hinders me to be a true artist; that is, I never "create". I only sing but never write songs; I only lead a musical radio program but never lead a real band. It is so discouraging to face myself, fluent in appreciating beauty but unable to create. I used to consider I have no talents for an artist, a life where lies my true passion. "You're wrong. You did create something beautiful. Doesn't this radio station significant?" a schoolmate working in the school broadcasting department once told me. With his words I had updated my views of art and artists. Art is a reminder that you have a soul, that the world is beautiful. Through art I learn, explore, sense, experience and finally believe. It is more like a guiding light that helps you form who you are and find out who you want to be, rather than simply a statue or a CD. And artists have to understand beauty first then to create, for without a philosophy of beauty and life, one may never feel crummy to express. Therefore all my album reviews, my broadcasting playlists, my tears and laughter for those songs, are great training courses of identifying and understanding beauty from what we seem to see. "Artes alludes to the beauty of intellectual pursuits as exemplified in art." The story of me and art may never end, and I now learn pursuing art itself has beauty to appreciate even when I haven't had a distinguished portfolio. And I'm so young that I should not be afraid to try, to create. I believe in myself and follow my passion to be an artist, no matter what others judge me or expect me. Art is a way to live my life as mine. I might not have been an artist yet, but I will be.
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"Art is not a thing; it is a way." - Elbert Hubbard I'm not an artist, at least not yet. Art has always been a part of my life, however at first it was not a pleasing one. At the age of 4, I received the most expensive present from my parents - a piano. Though my piano teacher who would strike my little fingers with a steel spoon when she found mistakes scared me away from a pianist, music entered and soon spread all over my world. Since then, I began to own an exquisite collection of music. When still in primary years I'd found myself never able to part from beautiful melodies. This bound shapes me a fabulous singer, a pioneer music critic and a living iTunes in high school years. Post-rock, Indie, Brit-pop, Shoe gaze, Electronic, Boss Nova, Tango, Opera...my collection contains music of all genres and from all areas. I greatly enjoy the life expanding my land in musical world, sharing analyses and comments in magazines, recommending albums and singles to my friends. But I'm aware of one fact that hinders me to be a true artist; that is, I never "create". I only sing but never write songs; I only lead a musical radio program but never lead a real band. It is so discouraging to face myself, fluent in appreciating beauty but unable to create. I used to consider I have no talents for an artist, a life where lies my true passion. "You're wrong. You did create something beautiful. Doesn't this radio station significant?" a schoolmate working in the school broadcasting department once told me. With his words I had updated my views of art and artists. Art is a reminder that you have a soul, that the world is beautiful. Through art, I learn, explore, sense, experience and finally believe. It is more like a guiding light that helps you form who you are and find out whom you want to be, rather than simply a statue or a CD. And artists have to understand beauty first then to create, for without a philosophy of beauty and life, one may never feel crummy to express. Therefore, all my album reviews, my broadcasting playlists, my tears and laughter for those songs, are great training courses of identifying and understanding beauty from what we seem to see. "Arts alludes to the beauty of intellectual pursuits as exemplified in art." The story of me and art may never end, and I now learn pursuing art itself has beauty to appreciate even when I haven't had a distinguished portfolio. And I'm so young that I should not be afraid to try, to create. I believe in myself and follow my passion to be an artist, no matter what others judge me or expect me. Art is a way to live my life as mine. I might not have been an artist yet, but I will be.
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Leadership is a quality of one's personality that can help or destruct the way many people live. However, with my leadership expertise, I will help the university community in many ways. Because a "college town" is known for partying and messing around, the leadership aspect of living comes into play. Obtaining an officer position for a sorority will help improve my leadership aptitude and my ability to change the way certain situations occur in a "college town." Leading a sorority or a graduating class will also make my time worthy. Helping others gain leadership skills and applying them to life will also show as some respects to my consistency of being a leader. To show that I have influenced on one's life and have made them a better leader in life, shows how I have done and completed my job as a leader. All in all, my leadership skills will only benefit the university community and cause for a better society to live in.
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Leadership is a quality of one's personality that can help or destruct the way many people live. However, with my leadership expertise, I will help the university community in many ways. Because a "college town" is known for partying and messing around, the leadership aspect of living comes into play. Obtaining an officer position for a sorority will help improve my leadership aptitude and my ability to change the way certain situations occur in a "college town." Leading a sorority or a graduating class will also make my time worthy. Helping others gain leadership skills and applying them to life will also show as some respects to my consistency of being a leader. To show that I have influenced on one's life and have made them a better leader in life, shows how I have done and completed my job as a leader. All in all, my leadership skills will only benefit the university community and cause for a better society to live in.
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I crawl out of bed, pour a glass of orange juice, and pour out my pills. It became a routine, I didn't even think about taking the pills. I look down, and there are 7 pills before me. Then I start to laugh, I'm 16 years old and popping pills like a 70 year old. That's one thing I like about myself, I always had a little humility. I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease November 30, 2006. It is a chronic inflammatory disease of the intestines. Also referred to as Inflammatory Bowel Disease, the entire digestive system is affected. Symptoms include abdominal pain, diarrhea, and rectal bleeding. It's been almost two years since I was diagnosed with Crohn's, but I have been dealing with stomach problems since middle school. I was embarrassed to tell anyone about it, even my parents. As a teenager I thought I could handle things on my own, but sometimes you have to ask for help. After a long period of time struggling with pain and numerous trips to the bathroom, I finally went to see the doctor. Although it may have seemed easy, admitting you have a problem is a hard thing to do. I learned the day I went to the doctor that asking for help is sometimes a necessity. Test after test was preformed, until ultimately a colonoscopy showed I had Crohn's disease. I have learned a lot about myself and my life from Crohn's disease. With Crohn's disease, you can be normal for three months and all of a sudden be in pain. I have learned not to take things for granted, even if it is normal bowel movements. Acceptance is another value that living with Crohn's has taught me. I can remember my first visit with my gastroenterologist. She asked me what my biggest fear of having Crohn's disease was. I responded, "I'm afraid I will have to live with this disease for the rest of my life." She didn't reply. Even after I was diagnosed, I thought they would give me some pills and my troubles would cease. Little did I know, there is no cure for Crohn's disease and I could very well live with it for the rest of my life. Over time, I gradually accepted the fact that I had to deal with this chronic illness. I learned not only of acceptance of my disease, but acceptance of others. Few people can tell that I am living with a severe disease. I now understand that others may have problems that I do not know about, and I should accept everyone. Perseverance is something I am continually learning while living with Crohn's. There will be tough times in your life; times when you want to give up. One night I recall asking God why I had to live with this disease. Now I get up and know that no matter how much pain I'm in, everything will turn out ok. Without Crohn's, I would never know the true meaning of overcoming hardship. I am proud that I have lived and persevered with Crohn's disease. Two of the most important things I have discovered are acceptance and the power of admitting your problems. I have struggled with the disease; I know what its like to fight through hard times. Crohn's has shown me a new way to look at life.
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I crawl out of bed, pour a glass of orange juice, and pour out my pills. It became a routine, I didn't even think about taking the pills. I look down, and there are 7 pills before me. Then I start to laugh, I'm 16 years old and popping pills like a 70-year-old. That's one thing I like about myself, I always had a little humility. I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease November 30, 2006. It is a chronic inflammatory disease of the intestines. Also referred to as Inflammatory Bowel Disease, the entire digestive system is affected. Symptoms include abdominal pain, diarrhea, and rectal bleeding. It's been almost two years since I was diagnosed with Crohn's, but I have been dealing with stomach problems since middle school. I was embarrassed to tell anyone about it, even my parents. As a teenager I thought I could handle things on my own, but sometimes you have to ask for help. After a long period of time struggling with pain and numerous trips to the bathroom, I finally went to see the doctor. Although it may have seemed easy, admitting you have a problem is a hard thing to do. I learned the day I went to the doctor that asking for help is sometimes a necessity. Test after test was preformed, until ultimately a colonoscopy showed I had Crohn's disease. I have learned a lot about myself and my life from Crohn's disease. With Crohn's disease, you can be normal for three months and all of a sudden be in pain. I have learned not to take things for granted, even if it is normal bowel movements. Acceptance is another value that living with Crohn's has taught me. I can remember my first visit with my gastroenterologist. She asked me what my biggest fear of having Crohn's disease was. I responded, "I'm afraid I will have to live with this disease for the rest of my life." She didn't reply. Even after I was diagnosed, I thought they would give me some pills and my troubles would cease. Little did I know, there is no cure for Crohn's disease and I could very well live with it for the rest of my life. Over time, I gradually accepted the fact that I had to deal with this chronic illness. I learned not only of acceptance of my disease, but acceptance of others. Few people can tell that I am living with a severe disease. I now understand that others may have problems that I do not know about, and I should accept everyone. Perseverance is something I am continually learning while living with Crohn's. There will be tough times in your life; times when you want to give up. One night I recall asking God why I had to live with this disease. Now I get up and know that no matter how much pain I'm in, everything will turn out ok. Without Crohn's, I would never know the true meaning of overcoming hardship. I am proud that I have lived and persevered with Crohn's disease. Two of the most important things I have discovered are acceptance and the power of admitting your problems. I have struggled with the disease; I know what It's like to fight through hard times. Crohn's has shown me a new way to look at life.
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I have said this phrase almost 15 times in the past hour. That is 120 in one day, 720 in a month, and 17,280 for the past two years. To every customer I am "the girl with the blue apron" to my boss I am just another employee. But claiming to these groups and saying I identify with them has concealed everything unique about me. Between delivering numerous orders and restocking sticky syrups, a perplexing question dawned on me: who am I? Instinctively, my first response would be very obvious. "I am Josephine Aiyeku. I am seventeen-years-old, five foot seven, and ethnically "black". Though these preconceived notions accurately describe my appearance, I am not necessarily what I appear to. My skin tone and gender do not characterize me, for I cannot be summed up by any single word or phrase. So, exactly who am I? In all honesty, I do not know myself. To the world I am optimistic; my character as a whole defined by its benevolent qualities. I always defined myself as the girl with complex the mind. I carry the perplexing barrier between what I think and what I say. What I show and what I feel. Who I am and who I define myself to be. My mind consists of second guesses and mindless ponderings. Occasionally I will identify myself with the people around me, saying "I am her daughter" or "he is my dad". Being half Nigerian and half Haitian, many aspects of my upbringing were governed by ethnic values. I did not live in a diverse community, still the interior of my home resembled much to the United Nations. Not only do I have a Polish brother but relatives from all parts of Canada and the United States. Being thrown in these different cultures as a child has enabled me to work and interact with people of diverse backgrounds. This unbiased outlook had played a big role in unraveling my identity. I am who I am because of the people that have surrounded me my entire life. I barely use logic when doings things, always striving to be different. The way I make up words when I talk, stretch and yawn in the morning, and wrinkle my nose in distress, all tell me story. My philosophy of reason can be compared to the mindset of a filmmaker. Defying logic in the art of moviemaking helps keep the audience captivated. Having distinctively bold and intoxicating films opens the mind to absurdity and imagination. My identity is in the human experience, as I have lived it. I am every word I create, every song I attempt to sing. All the people I meet and serve and every word I hear have all become a part of me. I may be musically inept, drool in my sleep, and am unable to carry a tune but it is all a part of who I am. ...
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I have said this phrase almost 15 times in the past hour. That is 120 in one day, 720 in a month, and 17,280 for the past two years. To every customer I am "the girl with the blue apron" to my boss I am just another employee. But claiming to these groups and saying I identify with them has concealed everything unique about me. Between delivering numerous orders and restocking sticky syrups, a perplexing question dawned on me: who am I? Instinctively, my first response would be very obvious. "I am Josephine Aired. I am seventeen-years-old, five foot seven, and ethnically "black". Though these preconceived notions accurately describe my appearance, I am not necessarily what I appear to. My skin tone and gender do not characterize me, for I cannot be summed up by any single word or phrase. So, exactly who am I? In all honesty, I do not know myself. To the world I am optimistic; my character as a whole defined by its benevolent qualities. I always defined myself as the girl with complex the mind. I carry the perplexing barrier between what I think and what I say. What I show and what I feel. Who I am and who I define myself to be. My mind consists of second guesses and mindless pondering. Occasionally I will identify myself with the people around me, saying "I am her daughter" or "he is my dad". Being half Nigerian and half Haitian, many aspects of my upbringing were governed by ethnic values. I did not live in a diverse community, still the interior of my home resembled much to the United Nations. Not only do I have a Polish brother but relatives from all parts of Canada and the United States. Being thrown in these different cultures as a child has enabled me to work and interact with people of diverse backgrounds. This unbiased outlook had played a big role in unraveling my identity. I am who I am because of the people that have surrounded me my entire life. I barely use logic when doings things, always striving to be different. The way I make up words when I talk, stretch and yawn in the morning, and wrinkle my nose in distress, all tell me story. My philosophy of reason can be compared to the mindset of a filmmaker. Defying logic in the art of movie making helps keep the audience captivated. Having distinctively bold and intoxicating films opens the mind to absurdity and imagination. My identity is in the human experience, as I have lived it. I am every word I create, every song I attempt to sing. All the people I meet and serve and every word I hear have all become a part of me. I may be musically inept, drool in my sleep, and am unable to carry a tune, but it is all a part of who I am. ...
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Rochester students represent many different viewpoints. Each student constructs an independent study and research plan. Describe what you will contribute to Rochester's diversity of ideas, experiences, and identities. If you can, incorporate a positive past experience where you chose your own learning path, or negative experience where you wanted to exercise more independence. Can you please tell me how I should organize my response? for the last part of the question (describe a positivenegative experience, etc) i will write about a science fair project i conducted during ninth grade and the positive part was how i was able to see howwhere i should improve in conducting the experiment, etc. thank you so much!
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Rochester's students represent many viewpoints. Each student constructs an independent study and research plan. Describe what you will contribute to Rochester's diversity of ideas, experiences, and identities. If you can, incorporate a positive experience where you chose your own learning path, or negative experience where you wanted to exercise more independence. Can you please tell me how I should organize my response? For the last part of the question (describe a positive negative experience, etc.) I will write about a science fair project I conducted during ninth grade and the positive part was how I was able to see how where I should improve in conducting the experiment, etc. thank you so much!
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The basic prompt is: What interests you about Davidson, and what do you expect to contribute? I first became interested in Davidson College during my sophomore year, while flipping through a college guidebook. Back then, I had never even heard of the school; thus, I was a bit clueless as to what was actually offered. However, the more I researched the school, the more intrigued I became. The three main attributes of this school that especially appealed to me were the honor code enforcement, the liberal arts education offered, and the fact that it is an all-undergraduate institution. Some may argue that every school enforces an honor code; thus, Davidson is no different from other institutions. After talking to representatives from this school and reading the "On Our Honor" brochure on the Davidson website, I can say I strongly disagree. Davidson's Honor Code is an integral part of student and faculty life; if it were not, the level of interaction between faculty and students would not be possible. From past experiences at a Baptist elementary and middle school, I know that values instilled at an early age and reinforced throughout the formative years play a crucial role to a person's development. In as enriching as my middle school was in that respect, the focus seemed to be more on sermons than actual practice. At Davidson, I trust that the Honor Code will not be preached at us; we are simply expected to carry it out in all we do. The liberal arts education offered at this institution is almost sure to equip an alumnus with an understanding of all aspects of life, both in and out of the classroom. I have never been able to understand how a history major can completely avoid the sciences and still consider himself or herself "educated", just as I cannot understand the computer science major who cannot write. Davidson's requirements will shape a student's faculties all across the board. All-undergraduate colleges, by their very nature, provide more one-on-one attention than large universities. This is something that I very much appreciate; I know I cannot have this anywhere else. Undergraduates elsewhere might be simply lab assistants instead of researchers; they might just go through the motions of reading Camus instead of delving into the study of existentialist literature. At Davidson, I know that this will not be the case. We, as students, will be given multiple opportunities to engage in discussion and hands-on learning. As a member of the Davidson community, I will contribute my dedication to and passion for the academics in classroom discussions and work, as well as any research project I become involved with. I will also enrich the world through engagement in the arts (in some form or fashion.) Most importantly, I will give back to the community and help others achieve their goals as much I aspire for my own. After all, what is a community of learners if not together in reaching new heights? To summarize, I admire the practice of the Honor Code, the shaping of a student's education, and the level of student-faculty interaction-----all of which are unique to Davidson. I believe the school would be enriched by the addition of a big-hearted, four-foot-eleven teenager with a dedication for her work and love for science and community service. I trust that Davidson's academics are excellent, and that the community is welcoming. Thus, I have every reason to believe that Davidson is the best that anyone can possibly ask for. For these reasons, I firmly believe that this college is the place for me.
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The basic prompt is: What interests you about Davidson, and what do you expect to contribute? I first became interested in Davidson College during my sophomore year, while flipping through a college guidebook. Back then, I had never even heard of the school; thus, I was a bit clueless as to what was actually offered. However, the more I researched the school, the more intrigued I became. The three main attributes of this school that especially appealed to me were the honor code enforcement, the liberal arts education offered, and the fact that it is an all-undergraduate institution. Some may argue that every school enforces an honor code; thus, Davidson is no different from other institutions. After talking to representatives from this school and reading the "On Our Honor" brochure on the Davidson website, I can say I strongly disagree. Davidson's Honor Code is an integral part of student and faculty life; if it were not, the level of interaction between faculty and students would not be possible. From experiences at a Baptist elementary and middle school, I know that values instilled at an early age and reinforced throughout the formative years play a crucial role to a person's development. In as enriching as my middle school was in that respect, the focus seemed to be more on sermons than actual practice. At Davidson, I trust that the Honor Code will not be preached at us; we are simply expected to carry it out in all we do. The liberal arts education offered at this institution is almost sure to equip an alumnus with an understanding of all aspects of life, both in and out of the classroom. I have never been able to understand how a history major can completely avoid the sciences and still consider himself or herself "educated", just as I cannot understand the computer science major who cannot write. Davidson's requirements will shape a student's faculties all across the board. All-undergraduate colleges, by their very nature, provide more one-on-one attention than large universities. This is something that I very much appreciate; I know I cannot have this anywhere else. Undergraduates elsewhere might be simply lab assistants instead of researchers; they might just go through the motions of reading Camus instead of delving into the study of existentialist literature. At Davidson, I know that this will not be the case. We, as students, will be given multiple opportunities to engage in discussion and hands-on learning. As a member of the Davidson community, I will contribute my dedication to and passion for the academics in classroom discussions and work, as well as any research project I become involved with. I will also enrich the world through engagement in the arts (in some form or fashion.) Most importantly, I will give back to the community and help others achieve their goals as much I aspire for my own. After all, what is a community of learners if not together in reaching new heights? To summarize, I admire the practice of the Honor Code, the shaping of a student's education, and the level of student-faculty interaction-----all of which are unique to Davidson. I believe the school would be enriched by the addition of a big-hearted, four-foot-eleven teenager with a dedication for her work and love for science and community service. I trust that Davidson's academics are excellent, and that the community is welcoming. Thus, I have every reason to believe that Davidson is the best that anyone can possibly ask for. For these reasons, I firmly believe that this college is the place for me.
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As a students, we read about all of these different epic heroes and heroines who save the heavens and Earth, using their extraordinary qualities and godly powers. I must admit, though I do not have any godly powers, I certainly have many extraordinary qualities. I help everyday people using my sympathy and empathetic abilities on a regular basis. My impendent nature makes it so that I do not need others to get by in my life. I am just one of the dwindling number of self-motivated high school teenagers whom work hard to stay advanced and "ahead of the game" for their grade level andor age. I have built a 'bullet-proof' shield around myself to avoid peer pressure and negative influences. That is why I consider myself my own present-day heroine.
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As a student, we read about all of these different epic heroes and heroines who save the heavens and Earth, using their extraordinary qualities and godly powers. I must admit, though I do not have any godly powers, I certainly have many extraordinary qualities. I help everyday people using my sympathy and empathetic abilities on a regular basis. My dependent nature makes it so that I do not need others to get by in my life. I am just one of the dwindling number of self-motivated high school teenagers whom work hard to stay advanced and "ahead of the game" for their grade level ardor age. I have built a 'bullet-proof' shield around myself to avoid peer pressure and negative influences. That is why I consider myself my own present-day heroine.
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As many kids are, I was raised in a broken home, alternating between my mothers' house and my fathers' from the age of five. While at my fathers', he would home school me to the best of his capabilities. This lasted until the age of eleven, at which time I moved in with my mother permanently and started public school. Due to the fact of how advanced I was for my age, I was enrolled in the seventh grade. However, the one concept that was not fully considered or was ignored was the fact that I had little to no social skills. Just two weeks later, after the fresh start at this strange new way of life, my beloved stepfather passed away from cancer, leaving me in an emotional state I didn't understand. Even with the tragic events that had just occurred, I still managed to stay in public school, maintain my good grades, and fight the ongoing pressure and mocking set on by my peers to be like them. My mind is strong, and my will is as great. No one has power over me (except my mother, of course).
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As many kids are, I was raised in a broken home, alternating between my mothers' house and my fathers' from the age of five. While at my fathers', he would home school me to the best of his capabilities. This lasted until the age of eleven, at which time I moved in with my mother permanently and started public school. Due to the fact of how advanced I was for my age, I was enrolled in the seventh grade. However, the one concept that was not fully considered or was ignored was the fact that I had little to no social skills. Just two weeks later, after the fresh start at this strange new way of life, my beloved stepfather passed away from cancer, leaving me in an emotional state I didn't understand. Even with the tragic events that had just occurred, I still managed to stay in public school, maintain my good grades, and fight the ongoing pressure and mocking set on by my peers to be like them. My mind is strong, and my will is as great. No one has power over me (except my mother, of course).
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It took me seventeen years to realize what an astonishing influence my mother has had on my life. She's the kind of person who is lively enough to strike up a conversation with a perfect stranger in the produce section of the grocery store, the kind of mother who is unbelievably selfless, and the kind of mother whose hard work is completely for her children. Growing up with such a strong role model, I had always aspired to have her strength, or at least, her enthusiastic outlook on life. Then in May 2006, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Seeing my mother languid due to her medications in contrast to her usual upbeat personality was more of a shock to me than anything else. In all honesty, I was much too afraid to talk to her, and didn't know exactly what to say to console her. Earlier that year, my mother had also weathered a great disappointment. My older brother had been expelled from high school after getting into numerous encounters with the law. I, on the other hand, was distracted from academics and more interested in my social life. Immature and naïve, I really couldn't have cared less about school at the time, and I knew this saddened my mother deeply. Still at a lost of words to say to my mother after all these misfortunes, I attempted to comfort her in a different way; I began to try harder in school. My efforts in school were ultimately strengthened by the goal to carry out my mother's desires. Two surgeries and a couple of months later, my mother fell into a deep depression. As my efforts in school increased, she fell deeper. I came to fully understand that even though my initial intention was to cheer up my mother, I had matured in the process. A strong realization of the importance of academics hit me. I was no longer the girl who put her friends in front of her studies, but her family and studies before anything else. (I will be using this essay as a general essay for other schools as well, so advicesuggestions on this would be veeerry much appreciated!) UC #2:Topic: Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are? The fluorescent light beamed down on me as I situated myself among the stacks of cardboard boxes that stood out from the well decorated lounge room of Stanford Hospital. It was my second day working at this clinic, which specialized in patient services. My job for the evening was to restock the food in the room that served as a comfort zone for those who had loved ones in surgery or ill. I had gotten accustomed to working by myself for long hours, but today was different. As I heard the beeping of someone punching the code into the keypad to get into the room, I shrugged it off as a staff member getting a cup of coffee, but to my surprise, it was an elderly man. We exchanged greetings, as he went on to get some food and I continued stocking. I sensed a tinge of loneliness as he lingered in the room, not really knowing what he was doing there. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked suddenly. I politely told him no, but told him he could keep me company if he wanted. Before I knew it, two hours had passed and I felt like I had known this man all of my life. We talked about everything, from the weather to politics. He revealed that his wife was downstairs getting surgery. We also talked about college. As any normal high school senior would, I told him my plans with a sense of anxiety and uncertainty. He assured me that it was fine to be unsure and told me that he never went to college. "The only success I've ever had in my life is my marriage," he said, "I've been married for over 60 years." In complete and utter shock, this was something that was unheard of. From where I come from, the world revolves around academics. At my high school, it is not uncommon to find a student who takes more than four AP's a year or student's who have taken multiple SAT prep courses. This stranger that I met and the conversation we had changed my perspective on life. Life doesn't revolve around academics alone, but rather, a balance. Although academics are undoubtedly important, there are many things that serious students are missing out on, such as football games on Fridays and school dances. After meeting Mr. Scott, I realized that there is a definite larger world out there, a world that isn't ruled by a grading system or a participation system, a world that doesn't care what your SAT scores are, but rather, a world that revolves around what you believe is most important. My second one is a bit... still on the rough draft side.. Please give suggestions!
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It took me seventeen years to realize what an astonishing influence my mother has had on my life. She's the kind of person who is lively enough to strike up a conversation with a perfect stranger in the produce section of the grocery store, the kind of mother who is unbelievably selfless, and the kind of mother whose hard work is completely for her children. Growing up with such a strong role model, I had always aspired to have her strength, or at least, her enthusiastic outlook on life. Then in May 2006, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Seeing my mother languid due to her medications in contrast to her usual upbeat personality was more of a shock to me than anything else. In all honesty, I was much too afraid to talk to her, and didn't know exactly what to say to console her. Earlier that year, my mother had also weathered a great disappointment. My older brother had been expelled from high school after getting into numerous encounters with the law. I, on the other hand, was distracted from academics and more interested in my social life. Immature and naïve, I really couldn't have cared less about school at the time, and I knew this saddened my mother deeply. Still at a lost of words to say to my mother after all these misfortunes, I attempted to comfort her differently; I began to try harder in school. My efforts in school were ultimately strengthened by the goal to carry out my mother's desires. Two surgeries and a couple of months later, my mother fell into a deep depression. As my efforts in school increased, she fell deeper. I came to fully understand that even though my initial intention was to cheer up my mother, I had matured in the process. A strong realization of the importance of academics hit me. I was no longer the girl who put her friends in front of her studies, but her family and studies before anything else. (I will be using this essay as a general essay for other schools as well, so advice suggestions on this would be very much appreciated!) UC #2:Topic: Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud, and how does it relate to the person you are? The fluorescent light beamed down on me as I situated myself among the stacks of cardboard boxes that stood out from the well decorated lounge room of Stanford Hospital. It was my second day working at this clinic, which specialized in patient services. My job for the evening was to restock the food in the room that served as a comfort zone for those who had loved ones in surgery or ill. I had gotten accustomed to working by myself for long hours, but today was different. As I heard the beeping of someone punching the code into the keypad to get into the room, I shrugged it off as a staff member getting a cup of coffee, but to my surprise, it was an elderly man. We exchanged greetings, as he went on to get some food and I continued stocking. I sensed a tinge of loneliness as he lingered in the room, not really knowing what he was doing there. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked suddenly. I politely told him no, but told him he could keep me company if he wanted. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and I felt like I had known this man all of my life. We talked about everything, from the weather to politics. He revealed that his wife was downstairs getting surgery. We also talked about college. As any normal high school senior would, I told him my plans with a sense of anxiety and uncertainty. He assured me that it was fine to be unsure and told me that he never went to college. "The only success I've ever had in my life is my marriage," he said, "I've been married for over 60 years." In complete and utter shock, this was something that was unheard of. From where I come from, the world revolves around academics. At my high school, it is not uncommon to find a student who takes more than four APs a year or student's who have taken multiple SAT prep courses. This stranger that I met and the conversation we had changed my perspective on life. Life doesn't revolve around academics alone, but rather, a balance. Although academics are undoubtedly important, there are many things that serious students are missing out on, such as football games on Fridays and school dances. After meeting Mr. Scott, I realized that there is a definite larger world out there, a world that isn't ruled by a grading system or a participation system, a world that doesn't care what your SAT scores are, but rather, a world that revolves around what you believe is most important. My second one is a bit... still on the rough draft side. Please give suggestions!
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A day to spend as I wish would start with making a big, wholesome breakfast with my family. The process of scrambling the eggs and flipping the pancakes would get myself and everyone else in an upbeat mood. Giving a helpful hand in the morning would also give myself a sense of worthiness. After breakfast is ready and served, my family would sit around the table together. We would discuss what we had dreamed about that night, what we had read in the news, and what we were doing that day. After filling up and cleaning up, I would make some calls to some of my closer friends. I would call to arrange a friendly game of football at the park. Arriving at the park, everyone would greet each other and just talk about what was on our minds. Teams would be picked and the game would begin. The game would become a heated battle and tension between teams would rise. Some bad calls would result in intense arguments between teams. The quarreling would relieve some stress making us happier throughout the day. After the football game, we would head over to one of my friend's house to relax. After raiding the kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator, we would begin to play some sort of indoor game, whether it was video games or table tennis. After allowing our hunger to die off and our body temperature to regulate, we would call over a few more friends. These friends would happen to be female and together we would talk and laugh and flirt with each other. After hours of joking and laughter of all sorts, I would leave to go back to my house. After being freshly showered, dinner would almost be ready. My mother would have already called my other relatives to come over and I would set the table accordingly. There would be a large family feast where stories would be told over and over again. Desert would then be served as people begin to unbutton their pants. After cleaning up, we would allow the food to digest by either playing a board game such as Trivial Pursuit, or the family would just watch a movie together in the living room. After all my relatives depart, I would change into my pajamas to make myself comfortable. I would be sitting on the couch with my mother with my head in her lap, as she would tell me stories of when I was a kid and how I am identical to my father. The night would end with me crawling into my bed. I would lay under my covers in the dark and just think about the day that I had. I would think about how relaxing and upbeat my day was. I would slowly doze off into a wonderful dream to just wake up to another perfect day.
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A day to spend as I wish would start with making a big, wholesome breakfast with my family. The process of scrambling the eggs and flipping the pancakes would get myself and everyone else in an upbeat mood. Giving a helpful hand in the morning would also give myself a sense of worthiness. After breakfast is ready and served, my family would sit around the table together. We would discuss what we had dreamed about that night, what we had read in the news, and what we were doing that day. After filling up and cleaning up, I would make some calls to some of my closer friends. I would call to arrange a friendly game of football at the park. Arriving at the park, everyone would greet each other and just talk about what was on our minds. Teams would be picked, and the game would begin. The game would become a heated battle and tension between teams would rise. Some bad calls would result in intense arguments between teams. The quarreling would relieve some stress making us happier throughout the day. After the football game, we would head over to one of my friend's house to relax. After raiding the kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator, we would begin to play some sort of indoor game, whether it was video games or table tennis. After allowing our hunger to die off and our body temperature to regulate, we would call over a few more friends. These friends would happen to be female, and together we would talk and laugh and flirt with each other. After hours of joking and laughter of all sorts, I would leave to go back to my house. After being freshly showered, dinner would almost be ready. My mother would have already called my other relatives to come over, and I would set the table accordingly. There would be a large family feast where stories would be told over and over again. Desert would then be served as people begin to unbutton their pants. After cleaning up, we would allow the food to digest by either playing a board game such as Trivial Pursuit, or the family would just watch a movie together in the living room. After all my relatives depart, I would change into my pajamas to make myself comfortable. I would be sitting on the couch with my mother with my head in her lap, as she would tell me stories of when I was a kid and how I am identical to my father. The night would end with me crawling into my bed. I would lay under my covers in the dark and just think about the day that I had. I would think about how relaxing and upbeat my day was. Furthermore, I would slowly doze off into a wonderful dream to just wake up to another perfect day.
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One trait that I see in myself and my parents is adaptibility. As a six-year-old, moving from India to the. U.S. was beyond a drastic change. However, I had already started to change my accent once I started going to school in Georgia. When I moved to New york from Georgia after ninth grade, I wasn't sure what to expect. After moving to Brooklyn, however, I realized that I was already drawing in the culture of the city. I am glad I possess an open-mind, which enables me to embrace change. New York City is an essential element of academic and cultural life at NYU. If you could engage in an activity or start a club or service organization at NYU, what would it be and how would you envision it impacting the larger community? (500 CHARACTERS MAX) If I had to start a club at NYU, it would be a culinary club. This club would bring together students that, like me, have a real passion for cooking, or just simply would like to learn to improve on their skills. Besides cooking great meals, the aim of this club would also be to feed the hungry in Harlem. Thus, this would not only be a good opporutunity to perfect culinary skills, but also a way to reach out to the homeless in Harlem. You have been selected to sing in a talent show. What song would you choose? Why? I would choose the song "Drift Away" by Kid Rock. Given my utter ineptness at singing, this song would be the perfect choice, since it has very few high notes. Furthermore, this song, with its soft and mellow tune, is easy to catch on to. Thus, the audience would be able to sing along and enjoy this song with me. Please tell us what led you to select your anticipated academic program andor NYU schoolcollege, and what interests you most about your intended discipline As a little kid, seeing my parents treat patients in rural India was definitely encouraging. It instilled in me the desire to help the sick or the poor. Furthermore, science has always been my favorite subject. My most enjoyable class in high school has been AP Biology, which opened my eyes to how much more there is to science. I believe the College of Arts and Science will help me further develop my analtyical skills and help me see through convoluted problems and be able to solve them.
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One trait that I see in myself and my parents is adaptability. As a six-year-old, moving from India to the. U.S. was beyond a drastic change. However, I had already started to change my accent once I started going to school in Georgia. When I moved to New York from Georgia after ninth grade, I wasn't sure what to expect. After moving to Brooklyn, however, I realized that I was already drawing in the culture of the city. I am glad I possess an open-mind, which enables me to embrace change. New York City is an essential element of academic and cultural life at NYU. If you could engage in an activity or start a club or service organization at NYU, what would it be, and how would you envision it impacting the larger community? (500 CHARACTERS MAX) If I had to start a club at NYU, it would be a culinary club. This club would bring together students that, like me, have a real passion for cooking, or just simply would like to learn to improve on their skills. Besides cooking great meals, the aim of this club would also be to feed the hungry in Harlem. Thus, this would not only be a good opportunity to perfect culinary skills, but also a way to reach out to the homeless in Harlem. You have been selected to sing in a talent show. What song would you choose? Why? I would choose the song "Drift Away" by Kid Rock. Given my utter ineptness at singing, this song would be the perfect choice, since it has very few high notes. Furthermore, this song, with its soft and mellow tune, is easy to catch on to. Thus, the audience would be able to sing along and enjoy this song with me. Please tell us what led you to select your anticipated academic program ardor NYU school college, and what interests you most about your intended discipline As a little kid, seeing my parents treat patients in rural India was definitely encouraging. It instilled in me the desire to help the sick or the poor. Furthermore, science has always been my favorite subject. My most enjoyable class in high school has been AP Biology, which opened my eyes to how much more there is to science. I believe the College of Arts and Science will help me further develop my analytical skills and help me see through convoluted problems and be able to solve them.
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Although the aesthetic beauties first caught my eye and piqued my interest in Carnegie Mellon, it was the wealth of research opportunities and esteemed undergraduate programs that fueled my desire to one day become a CMU Tartan. Ever since I was a child, I have always been interested in how things worked. When I was younger I simply took things apart and then put them back together, but as I grew older, the internet aided me in my quest to gain knowledge and by attending Carnegie Mellon I will be able to take advantage of their numerous research opportunities. Involving 85% of the chemistry undergrads, Carnegie Mellon research projects provide opportunities to their students that are not available at most other schools. The research opportunities provided by Carnegie Mellon will help me achieve hands on experience of cutting edge technology in my chosen field of study and will provide me with skills that will better assist me in my future in medicine. I believe that by taking advantage of the numerous research opportunities offered by Carnegie Mellon I will be better prepared for my goal of gaining admission into a MDPhD program. The research projects that I undertake will also help me demonstrate my eagerness to learn and love for medicine, which I believe, is one of the strongest qualities that I would be able to show on a medical school application. Of all the schools at Carnegie Mellon, I am specifically interested in attending the Mellon College of Science. The rationale behind my choice is that, in conjunction with a degree in chemistry, I will be able to participate in the Health Professions Program. By participating in the Health Professions Program, I will have access to academic advising that will aid me in my quest to gain admission into medical school and will provide me with various volunteer opportunities. Although I could participate in the Health Professions Program through any of the other schools, I believe that a degree in chemistry will prepare me most efficiently for medical school. The single fact that had the greatest influence on my decision of attending Carnegie Mellon University was that they have an 85% acceptance into medical school, which is much higher than the national average of 50%, and proved to me the dedication and rigor provided by Carnegie Mellon classes. Another major benefit of attending Carnegie Mellon is the plethora of internships available to students to help prepare them for their future careers. I wish to be involved in various internships throughout my undergraduate years, and with the connections that I will establish through Carnegie Mellon, I will be able to make my dream of attending medical school come true. The renowned academic prestige of Carnegie Mellon University is the paramount quality it has to offer. From my first visit to the campus, my heart has always been set on Carnegie Mellon for its magnificent college setting and various programs and opportunities it has to offer. With the unsurpassed research opportunities and quality of academic advising provided by the Mellon College of Science, I will be able to make the most of my time as an undergraduate and fulfill all my goals ranging from internships to research and make myself a stronger candidate for a future in medicine.
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Although the aesthetic beauties first caught my eye and piqued my interest in Carnegie Mellon, it was the wealth of research opportunities and esteemed undergraduate programs that fueled my desire to one day become a CMU Tartan. Ever since I was a child, I have always been interested in how things worked. When I was younger I simply took things apart and then put them back together, but as I grew older, the internet aided me in my quest to gain knowledge and by attending Carnegie Mellon I will be able to take advantage of their numerous research opportunities. Involving 85% of the chemistry undergrads, Carnegie Mellon research projects provide opportunities to their students that are not available at most other schools. The research opportunities provided by Carnegie Mellon will help me achieve hands-on experience of cutting edge technology in my chosen field of study and will provide me with skills that will better assist me in my future in medicine. I believe that by taking advantage of the numerous research opportunities offered by Carnegie Mellon I will be better prepared for my goal of gaining admission into a MD PhD program. The research projects that I undertake will also help me demonstrate my eagerness to learn and love for medicine, which I believe, is one of the strongest qualities that I would be able to show on a medical school application. Of all the schools at Carnegie Mellon, I am specifically interested in attending the Mellon College of Science. The rationale behind my choice is that, in conjunction with a degree in chemistry, I will be able to participate in the Health Professions Program. By participating in the Health Professions Program, I will have access to academic advising that will aid me in my quest to gain admission into medical school and will provide me with various volunteer opportunities. Although I could participate in the Health Professions Program through any of the other schools, I believe that a degree in chemistry will prepare me most efficiently for medical school. The single fact that had the greatest influence on my decision of attending Carnegie Mellon University was that they have an 85% acceptance into medical school, which is much higher than the national average of 50%, and proved to me the dedication and rigor provided by Carnegie Mellon classes. Another major benefit of attending Carnegie Mellon is the plethora of internships available to students to help prepare them for their future careers. I wish to be involved in various internships throughout my undergraduate years, and with the connections that I will establish through Carnegie Mellon, I will be able to make my dream of attending medical school come true. The renowned academic prestige of Carnegie Mellon University is the paramount quality it has to offer. From my first visit to the campus, my heart has always been set on Carnegie Mellon for its magnificent college setting and various programs and opportunities it has to offer. With the unsurpassed research opportunities and quality of academic advising provided by the Mellon College of Science, I will be able to make the most of my time as an undergraduate and fulfill all my goals ranging from internships to research and make myself a stronger candidate for a future in medicine.
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During one's lifetime, many things stand out as difficult. Some last a few days, others a week. But during the summer of 2007, I experienced something that would change my life forever. On August 4, 2007 in Burlington Vermont, I changed. My family and I packed up and moved 2,000 miles to Vero Beach, Florida. It was and still is the hardest thing that's ever happened to me. Before I moved I put nothing into perspective. I never seemed to care much about anything besides my social life. I seemed to be so oblivious that I used to think I was "cool" to not get good grades. I envy every kid that did well in school because the thing is, I could have well too. I just didn't apply myself, and apparently the journey down south is the thing I needed to help get things straight. With nothing to hold me back now, I was finally able to open my eyes and see the importance of education. I came back in one school year from a lousy 2.4 GPA and brought it up to a 2.9 and still rising. Seeing all the careless and thoughtless I made in my unprofessional years. As bad as things were then, I'm proud to say that I am finally taking the pride and care with my education that I need to succeed. Not only has this change helped me academically, it has also helped me become a better person overall. I used to just do things just to have. I never cared really about anything but my self. Now though, I have come to be more grateful for what I have. I spend my afternoons working at a retirement home and that to say the least opens my eyes. The residents living here have gone through a lot in there live time. All of the residents have lost their parents and most have lost their partner and some even there children. Coming home after experiencing that, makes it easier to be grateful for the things that surround me. As the change finally sets in, I became grateful and thankful for the new me. I see how the hardships and distress I had to overcome helped me in the end. I see the effects it has done to me every time I talk about my old self. And everything time I talk about my old self, I'm glad that there is a new me. There is one question everyone seems to want to know. "Where do you plan to go to school?" This question is an overall representation of how you plan to live your life. How seriously you take your future, and how you prepared for it. I for one answer this question with easy and with a solid response. "I will attend the University of Central Florida." Starting out my high school career living in Burlington Vermont, Florida seemed vague and very distant. Even then, I had heard word of the great education and experience that UCF has to offer. On quite a few accounts I had friends of mine coming up to me telling me about UCF. I decided to look into the school and sure enough, they were right. With an excellent academic record and an enthusiastic student body, UCF was clearly the school for me. Taking a college visit the main campus in Orlando ignited another new found love for the place, the location. UCF is located in the middle of a beautiful and adventurous city. The whole design of the campus and buildings is what inspired me as well. All the buildings are beautifully designed and seem to flow seamlessly with each other. The school also includes many extracurricular activities that appeal to my interest. With a campus so vast and complex, it is a sure bet that the University of Central Florida is my main choice of attendance. Along with visit to the campus, I got to take a look at the outstanding Bright House Networks Stadium. I want to part of the student culture and atmosphere shared in this stadium, and of course outside of it as well. To be able to route on the Golden Knights alongside thousands of my fellow colleagues would be a heartwarming experience by itself. I wish to one day be able to wear the monumental Gold and Black and call myself a Golden Knight. At the end of the day, most kids want to get into college and get it over with. I on the other hand want to not just into college, I want to attend the University of Central Florida. To waste four years of your life on a not so good school is not a wise choice. That is why I plan to set my future in UCF's hands.
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During one's lifetime, many things stand out as difficult. Some last a few days, others a week. But during the summer of 2007, I experienced something that would change my life forever. On August 4, 2007, in Burlington Vermont, I changed. My family and I packed up and moved 2,000 miles to Vero Beach, Florida. It was and still is the hardest thing that's ever happened to me. Before I moved I put nothing into perspective. I never seemed to care much about anything besides my social life. I seemed to be so oblivious that I used to think I was "cool" to not get good grades. Furthermore, I envy every kid that did well in school because the thing is, I could have well too. Furthermore, I just didn't apply myself, and apparently the journey down south is the thing I needed to help get things straight. With nothing to hold me back now, I was finally able to open my eyes and see the importance of education. I came back in one school year from a lousy 2.4 GPA and brought it up to a 2.9 and still rising. Seeing all the careless and thoughtless I made in my unprofessional years. As bad as things were then, I'm proud to say that I am finally taking the pride and care with my education that I need to succeed. Not only has this change helped me academically, it has also helped me become a better person overall. I used to just do things just to have. I never cared really about anything but my self. Now though, I have come to be more grateful for what I have. I spend my afternoons working at a retirement home and that to say the least opens my eyes. The residents living here have gone through a lot in there live time. All the residents have lost their parents and most have lost their partner and some even their children. Coming home after experiencing that, makes it easier to be grateful for the things that surround me. As the change finally sets in, I became grateful and thankful for the new me. I see how the hardships and distress I had to overcome helped me in the end. I see the effects it has done to me every time I talk about my old self. And everything time I talk about my old self, I'm glad that there is a new me. There is one question everyone seems to want to know. "Where do you plan to go to school?" This question is an overall representation of how you plan to live your life. How seriously you take your future, and how you prepared for it. I, for one, answer this question with easy and with a solid response. "I will attend the University of Central Florida." Starting out my high school career living in Burlington Vermont, Florida seemed vague and very distant. Even then, I had heard word of the great education and experience that UCF has to offer. On quite a few accounts I had friends of mine coming up to me telling me about UCF. I decided to look into the school and sure enough, they were right. With an excellent academic record and an enthusiastic student body, UCF was clearly the school for me. Taking a college visit the main campus in Orlando ignited another new-found love for the place, the location. UCF is located in the middle of a beautiful and adventurous city. The whole design of the campus and buildings is what inspired me as well. All the buildings are beautifully designed and seem to flow seamlessly with each other. The school also includes many extracurricular activities that appeal to my interest. With a campus so vast and complex, it is a sure bet that the University of Central Florida is my main choice of attendance. Along with visit to the campus, I got to take a look at the outstanding Bright House Networks Stadium. I want to part of the student culture and atmosphere shared in this stadium, and of course outside it as well. To be able to route on the Golden Knights alongside thousands of my colleagues would be a heartwarming experience by itself. I wish to one day be able to wear the monumental Gold and Black and call myself a Golden Knight. At the end of the day, most kids want to get into college and get it over with. I on the other hand want to not just into college, I want to attend the University of Central Florida. To waste four years of your life on a not so good school is not a wise choice. That is why I plan to set my future in UCF's hands.
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Being given the opportunity to attend the University of Central Florida would thrill me, not just because of the great things that the university would be able to offer me, but also for the opportunities I would be granted to serve my fellow students and the university as a whole.
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Being given the opportunity to attend the University of Central Florida would thrill me, not just because of the great things that the university would be able to offer me, but also for the opportunities I would be granted to serve my fellow students and the university as a whole.
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Describe a personal service experience in your high school or community, what you gained from this experience and how it reflects the unique values of the college (medicine program). The summer heat blazed as I stepped onto the train envisioning my day at Mount Sinai Hospital. I was working on a research project at Mount Sinai Hospital in the Ophthalmology Department. My research focused on glaucoma, a group of diseases that lead to damage in the eye and the optic nerve because of higher intraocular pressure (IOP). Higher intraocular pressure is caused by the improper drainage of the aqueous humor through the trabecular meshwork (drainage canals). In an effort to understand the effects of current laser procedures being administered, our project consisted of the ALT (argon laser trabeculoplasty) and its effectiveness over repeat procedures. The ALT targets the drainage system and causing it to shrink resulting in empty, adjacent areas to appear allowing the fluid to flow faster. Patients were selected according to the number of times the procedure was done to one eye as well as the time period during which it was done. Patients were also used only if IOP was recorded within one week pre-operation, the day of the operation, an hour post-op, the first month post-op, and for a period of at least 12 months post-op. As we began collecting data from the patients' charts, the information we found was inputted into an Excel sheet organized according the dates of the ALTs. The collected data will have results that will enable clinicians to improve clinical care by making more informed choices to treat their patients. At Mount Sinai I gained invaluable knowledge and as I interned I learned about the back-stage scenes in medicine and how and why countless numbers of people are saved. I learned to become further motivated toward medicine; I also learned how to become even more independent. Not only did this internship teach me about motivation, independence and hard work. I also learned about the importance of teamwork and the commitment needed in the medical field have towards one another. Any doctor or person unable to take the advice of others or their team members is subject to disappointment because they fail to use the diversity available to their advantage. My time at Mount Sinai will allow me to bring these beliefs and characteristics to the Siena College and Albany Medical School Program. I have always dreamed of becoming a doctor because I want to help people. This internship experience has allowed me to believe that I can do it and fulfill my dream.
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Describe a personal service experience in your high school or community, what you gained from this experience and how it reflects the unique values of the college (medicine program). The summer heat blazed as I stepped onto the train envisioning my day at Mount Sinai Hospital. I was working on a research project at Mount Sinai Hospital in the Ophthalmology Department. My research focused on glaucoma, a group of diseases that lead to damage in the eye and the optic nerve because of higher intraocular pressure (IOP). Higher intraocular pressure is caused by the improper drainage of the aqueous humor through the trabecular mesh work (drainage canals). In an effort to understand the effects of current laser procedures being administered, our project consisted of the ALT (argon laser trabeculoplasty) and its effectiveness over repeat procedures. The ALT targets the drainage system and causing it to shrink resulting in empty, adjacent areas to appear allowing the fluid to flow faster. Patients were selected according to the number of times the procedure was done to one eye as well as the time period during which it was done. Patients were also used only if IOP was recorded within one week pre-operation, the day of the operation, an hour post-op, the first month post-op, and for a period of at least 12 months post-op. As we began collecting data from the patients' charts, the information we found was inputted into an Excel sheet organized according the dates of the ALT's. The collected data will have results that will enable clinicians to improve clinical care by making more informed choices to treat their patients. At Mount Sinai I gained invaluable knowledge and as I interned I learned about the back-stage scenes in medicine and how and why countless numbers of people are saved. I learned to become further motivated toward medicine; I also learned how to become even more independent. Not only did this internship teach me about motivation, independence and hard work. I also learned about the importance of teamwork and the commitment needed in the medical field have towards one another. Any doctor or person unable to take the advice of others or their team members is subject to disappointment because they fail to use the diversity available to their advantage. My time at Mount Sinai will allow me to bring these beliefs and characteristics to the Saint College and Albany Medical School Program. I have always dreamed of becoming a doctor because I want to help people. This internship experience has allowed me to believe that I can do it and fulfill my dream.
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Fort Lee is a gateway to New York, one of the major cities in the world. My family settled in this unique town which has a broad range of people. Unlike schools in Korea, ethnic diversity at Fort Lee school prevented me from being conspicuous and made the "blending-in process" much easier. A few months later, school initiated "International Food Day" to give students opportunities to enjoy its diversity and learned other culture. I remember assisting my mom by bringing ingredients for "chop suey" and washing dishes. On the evening of "International Food Day", my friends and I, with support from our parents, proudly served our "chop suey" to other people. When all the guests started to eat, one of my Indian friends recommended some Indian foods that we had never seen or tasted before. I hesitated to accept his offer but declining it would be an insult to him and his culture. Therefore, I reluctantly picked up the food and chewed as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, I could not deny its amazing taste even though it looked unappetizing and got over my prejudice against other cultural foods. Almost all Koreans living in Fort Lee went to church and therefore, naturally, my family also began to attend church. Most people assume that diversity does not exist in groups of the same ethnicity but our youth group, a group of people who could not speak English well, coexisted with "twinkies" who could speak English fluently. To maintain its diversity, the role of leaders was vital. After My predecessor failed to maintain its diversity and left me the burden. During a meeting of youth leaders, I drafted out activities for summer retreat that required interaction between people so that the gap would not exist. We divided into groups randomly and assign group tasks such as to come up with a skit or create a group song. At our retreat, each member always ate with group members but also learned how to embrace each other regardless of language or group. With all my experiences, I would extend my leadership and treat every individual impartially regardless of ethnicity. Also, by becoming a member of Rutgers Korean Cultural Group, I would participate in any cultural events and help other people to experience Korean culture. The diversity at Rutgers University would make it easy to contact more people of diverse background and share our commonness of culture and interests. Most of all, Rutgers University's vibrant community simulates the real world and therefore, the transition from life in college to life in society would be more smooth.
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Fort Lee is a gateway to New York, one of the major cities in the world. My family settled in this unique town which has a broad range of people. Unlike schools in Korea, ethnic diversity at Fort Lee school prevented me from being conspicuous and made the "blending-in process" much easier. A few months later, school initiated "International Food Day" to give students opportunities to enjoy its diversity and learned other culture. I remember assisting my mom by bringing ingredients for "chop sea" and washing dishes. On the evening of "International Food Day", my friends and I, with support from our parents, proudly served our "chop sea" to other people. When all the guests started to eat, one of my Indian friends recommended some Indian foods that we had never seen or tasted before. I hesitated to accept his offer but declining it would be an insult to him and his culture. Therefore, I reluctantly picked up the food and chewed as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, I could not deny its amazing taste even though it looked unappetizing and got over my prejudice against other cultural foods. Almost all Koreans living in Fort Lee went to church and therefore, naturally, my family also began to attend church. Most people assume that diversity does not exist in groups of the same ethnicity but our youth group, a group of people who could not speak English well, coexisted with "Twinkies" who could speak English fluently. To maintain its diversity, the role of leaders was vital. After My predecessor failed to maintain its diversity and left me the burden. During a meeting of youth leaders, I drafted out activities for summer retreat that required interaction between people so that the gap would not exist. We divided into groups randomly and assign group tasks such as to come up with a skit or create a group song. At our retreat, each member always ate with group members but also learned how to embrace each other regardless of language or group. With all my experiences, I would extend my leadership and treat every individual impartially regardless of ethnicity. Also, by becoming a member of Rutgers Korean Cultural Group, I would participate in any cultural events and help other people to experience Korean culture. The diversity at Rutgers University would make it easy to contact more people of diverse background and share our commonness of culture and interests. Most of all, Rutgers University's vibrant community simulates the real world and therefore, the transition from life in college to life in society would be more smooth.
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Knowing about the news that a large number of injured people would be transferred to Xian, I filled in the application without hesitation and finally became a volunteer as I wished. I did my best to help these stricken people in order to make them feel at home. Although I cannot cure their body injury, I can chat with them and reduce the nervous psyche; I can decorate the ward to make children enjoy their staying and have fun. My duty was to take care of a girl whose pelvis was seriously injured. Had not been this disaster, she could sit in the classroom and enjoy learning knowledge. She was quite calm, lying in bed, smiling and saying,"You are so good to me."Although this sentence was so familiar that I could hear it almost every day through interviews about the disaster at that time, I was delighted that I can comfort her and make her happy. Due to the fact that they had survived from a disaster, we volunteers dare not ask about their experience in the earthquake. However, she told me every flash moment she could remember voluntarily, such as how to escape from the falling building, how she was taken care of by kind people, and also announced that she would become a volunteer soon after her recovery. Visiting the Municipal Welfare House of Xian city has already become one part of my life in holidays. Sceneries about those poor children always flash in my mind: eyes eager for more care and love, thin arms that desperate for hugs and the strange smell of disinfectant... These poor lives make me feel the responsibility to devote my own love. Therefore, I not only bring gifts, but also love and laugh. The smile on those lovely faces is always the best gift for my dedication and I also gain a special happiness. Although I was sometimes exhausted after a day of work as a volunteer, I was delighted when thinking of the happy faces of those accepted my helping hand. Moreover, I understand that devotion is also a kind of obtain. Thanks in advance!
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Knowing about the news that many injured people would be transferred to Xian, I filled in the application without hesitation and finally became a volunteer as I wished. I did my best to help these stricken people in order to make them feel at home. Although I cannot cure their body injury, I can chat with them and reduce the nervous psyche; I can decorate the ward to make children enjoy their staying and have fun. My duty was to take care of a girl whose pelvis was seriously injured. Had not been this disaster, she could sit in the classroom and enjoy learning knowledge. She was quite calm, lying in bed, smiling and saying,"You are so good to me." Although this sentence was so familiar that I could hear it almost every day through interviews about the disaster at that time, I was delighted that I can comfort her and make her happy. Due to the fact that they had survived from a disaster, we volunteers dare not ask about their experience in the earthquake. However, she told me every flash moment she could remember voluntarily, such as how to escape from the falling building, how she was taken care of by kind people, and also announced that she would become a volunteer soon after her recovery. Visiting the Municipal Welfare House of Xian city has already become one part of my life in holidays. Sceneries about those poor children always flash in my mind: eyes eager for more care and love, thin arms that desperate for hugs and the strange smell of disinfectant... These poor lives make me feel the responsibility to devote my own love. Therefore, I not only bring gifts, but also love and laugh. The smile on those lovely faces is always the best gift for my dedication and I also gain a special happiness. Although I was sometimes exhausted after a day of work as a volunteer, I was delighted when thinking of the happy faces of those accepted my helping hand. Moreover, I understand that devotion is also a kind of obtain. Thanks in advance!
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Prompt- In the space provided below, please elaborate on one of your activities Tennis has heavily impacted my life. Picking up a tennis racquet as a freshman in high school, I knew little about the passion that I was going to develop for the sport. All the worries of the world seem to disappear when I step on to the tennis court. Playing on the High school team has just been a part of experience. Tennis has helped me make a lot of friends, while providing me with a competitive environment. I have become a tennis aficionado. Apart from developing a sense of fellowship in the team, tennis has fostered a general sense of camaraderie and sportsmanship in me. Regardless of the outcome of the match, I can always look into my opponent's eyes, with a smile on my face, and shake his hand. Thanks in advance.
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Prompt-In the space provided below, please elaborate on one of your activities Tennis has heavily impacted my life. Picking up a tennis racquet as a freshman in high school, I knew little about the passion that I was going to develop for the sport. All the worries of the world seem to disappear when I step on to the tennis court. Playing on the High school team has just been a part of experience. Tennis has helped me make a lot of friends, while providing me with a competitive environment. I have become a tennis aficionado. Apart from developing a sense of fellowship in the team, tennis has fostered a general sense of camaraderie and sportsmanship in me. Regardless of the outcome of the match, I can always look into my opponent's eyes, with a smile on my face, and shake his hand. Thanks in advance.
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Briefly state why you are considering Stony Brook University: Stony Brook University appeals to me for many reasons. First, when I heard things about the Stony Brook University, such as the fact that it is said to be the most dramatic rising stars, I realized that I wanted to attend this University. After visiting the college several times, I was attracted to Stony Brook University's friendly environment. I immediately was welcomed as I walked around the campus, feeling a sense of belonging. Therefore I am extremely eager to be in an exceptionally pleasant setting. I had decided that Stony Brook University, was the perfect University for me, when I got an invitation to attend the Honors Preview Day. However, this day, further strengthened my decision to go to Stony Brook University. The Honors Program is perfect for me in many ways. I always wanted to be around people who had similar interests, and the same goals as me, and the Honors Program will allow me to be surrounded by such people. In addition, on the Honors Preview Day, I was introduced to the program in Stony Brook University, that would allow me to go to a country, out of a variety of different countries, for a semester. I would be interested in going abroad to learn about various cultures and meet new people. This is once again something that I would love to do, because trying new things and challenging myself, is something I have always loved to do. Every aspect of the Stony Brook University seems to fit my image of a perfect University, and therefore I want to be a part of this dramatic rising star.
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Briefly state why you are considering Stony Brook University: Stony Brook University appeals to me for many reasons. First, when I heard things about the Stony Brook University, such as the fact that it is said to be the most dramatic rising stars, I realized that I wanted to attend this University. After visiting the college several times, I was attracted to Stony Brook University's friendly environment. I immediately was welcomed as I walked around the campus, feeling a sense of belonging. Therefore, I am extremely eager to be in an exceptionally pleasant setting. I had decided that Stony Brook University, was the perfect University for me, when I got an invitation to attend the Honors Preview Day. However, this day, further strengthened my decision to go to Stony Brook University. The Honors Program is perfect for me in many ways. I always wanted to be around people who had similar interests, and the same goals as me, and the Honors Program will allow me to be surrounded by such people. In addition, on the Honors Preview Day, I was introduced to the program in Stony Brook University, that would allow me to go to a country, out of a variety of different countries, for a semester. I would be interested in going abroad to learn about various cultures and meet new people. This is once again something that I would love to do, because trying new things and challenging myself, is something I have always loved to do. Every aspect of the Stony Brook University seems to fit my image of a perfect University, and therefore I want to be a part of this dramatic rising star.
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To me, fostering a cohesive, successful, and supportive campus community requires social and academic support, safety, and good communication. I know all too well that a poor social life severely detracts from academics. Since fifth grade, I have changed schools every two years. I had to make new friends four times, and I was not very good at it the first few times. It was very hard to concentrate on school work when I literally had no friends. Luckily for me, that no longer is a problem, and as my social life improved, so did my grades. While maintaining a healthy social life is important, understanding and concentrating on school work is even more important. I believe that it is important that if a student puts forth his best effort and still cannot do well, then he should be granted all the help he needs. Safety is essential to healthy campus. Students should never have to question their safety so that their minds can always be focused on their schoolwork. All of the listed things essentially tie into good communication. A campus that has good communication should have very social students. It should also have good academic support as the students should help each other, and good communication should deter and prevent any crime.
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To me, fostering a cohesive, successful, and supportive campus community requires social and academic support, safety, and good communication. I know all too well that a poor social life severely detracts from academics. Since fifth grade, I have changed schools every two years. I had to make new friends four times, and I was not very good at it the first few times. It was very hard to concentrate on school work when I literally had no friends. Luckily for me, that no longer is a problem, and as my social life improved, so did my grades. While maintaining a healthy social life is important, understanding and concentrating on school work is even more important. I believe that it is important that if a student puts forth his best effort and still cannot do well, then he should be granted all the help he needs. Safety is essential to healthy campus. Students should never have to question their safety so that their minds can always be focused on their schoolwork. All the listed things essentially tie into good communication. A campus that has good communication should have very social students. It should also have good academic support as the students should help each other, and good communication should deter and prevent any crime.
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"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." A quote there from George Orwell's chilling novel Animal Farm expresses exactly the brand of two-facedness that gay marriage is approached with in this day and age. As most alarmingly shown in the passing of Proposition 8, a Californian state ballot proposition that strips the right to marry from same-sex couples, prejudice against homosexuals gaining legal rights to be married is blooming even in the midst of the "forward step" we have taken as a country in electing President Barack Obama. I find this extraordinarily disquieting. After all, isn't "all men are created equal" part of our national rulebook? Why is discriminating against someone based on their sexual preference accepted? That above quotation is, to me, the very foundation of America and the epitome of what she represents. The second you begin picking and choosing the people that are deemed "equal", the system breaks down entirely. I am personally not gay, so why should I care so much? How does this affect my life one bit? Simply put, denying people civil rights is absolutely antithetical to the ideals that make the country I live in so grand and that weighs upon me. Living in a place where civil freedoms are a pick and choose ordeal does not sit well with me at all. Equality for all human beings has been the spoken creed of America ever since the Emancipation Proclamation was enacted, so why is it not being carried out? It troubles me. And I do not even understand a bit of the other side of this farce of an argument. James Dobson states in his book "Marriage Under Fire" that legalizing same-sex marriage will, and I quote, "destroy the family" by pushing the nation into a slide toward doing away with marriage all together. Not only is the logic in this extraordinarily faulty, but it almost makes no sense whatsoever; how are the two connected in any way? The church seems bent on being the main obstacle in this feverish debate. Proposition 8 would have likely been beaten down had the Mormon church not donated over ten million dollars to the "Yes on Prop 8" campaign, a decision they will most likely (and rightly) have to battle a lawsuit over. "...possibly the most important reason, the spread of the Gospel of Jesus Christ will be severely curtailed." (Again, quoting Dobson.) Great. That still does not mean you have any recourse in denying real legal rights to anyone who deserves them. And, correct me if I am wrong, but God teaches us to love everyone regardless of the choices they might make, right? The God I serve most certainly does. Another very common argument is "think of the children." Who says gay people aren't? Why should two qualified, consenting adults be blocked from adopting a child they desperately want simply because of their sexual preference? The refusal of the government to legally recognize same-sex marriage allows adoption agencies to do this. It is outright bigotry. To deny people basic civil rights such as the right to wed whomever they choose is utterly criminal. The arguments and viewpoints to the contrary do not make any sense at all and, therefore, must be born out of either ignorant fear or hateful bigotry in my mind. Even during a time like this of national hope and change, the quiet, sneaky passing of Proposition 8 can bring the pipe dream of America crashing to a halt, exposing how far we still must go for true freedom.
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"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others." A quote there from George Orwell's chilling novel Animal Farm expresses exactly the brand of two-facedness that gay marriage is approached with in this day and age. As most alarmingly shown in the passing of Proposition 8, a Californian state ballot proposition that strips the right to marry from same-sex couples, prejudice against homosexuals gaining legal rights to be married is blooming even in the midst of the "forward step" we have taken as a country in electing President Barack Obama. I find this extraordinarily disquieting. After all, isn't "all men are created equal" part of our national rule book? Why is discriminating against someone based on their sexual preference accepted? That above quotation is, to me, the very foundation of America and the epitome of what she represents. The second you begin picking and choosing the people that are deemed "equal", the system breaks down entirely. I am personally not gay, so why should I care so much? How does this affect my life one bit? Simply put, denying people civil rights is absolutely antithetical to the ideals that make the country I live in so grand and that weighs upon me. Living in a place where civil freedoms are a pick and choose ordeal does not sit well with me at all. Equality for all human beings has been the spoken creed of America ever since the Emancipation Proclamation was enacted, so why is it not being carried out? It troubles me. And I do not even understand a bit of the other side of this farce of an argument. James Dobson states in his book "Marriage Under Fire" that legalizing same-sex marriage will, and I quote, "destroy the family" by pushing the nation into a slide toward doing away with marriage all together. Not only is the logic in this extraordinarily faulty, but it almost makes no sense whatsoever; how are the two connected in any way? The church seems bent on being the main obstacle in this feverish debate. Proposition 8 would have likely been beaten down had the Mormon church not donated over ten million dollars to the "Yes on Prop 8" campaign, a decision they will most likely (and rightly) have to battle a lawsuit over. "...possibly the most important reason, the spread of the Gospel of Jesus Christ will be severely curtailed." (Again, quoting Dobson.) Great. That still does not mean you have any recourse in denying real legal rights to anyone who deserves them. And, correct me if I am wrong, but God teaches us to love everyone regardless of the choices they might make, right? The God I serve most certainly does. Another very common argument is "think of the children." Who says gay people aren't? Why should two qualified, consenting adults be blocked from adopting a child they desperately want simply because of their sexual preference? The refusal of the government to legally recognize same-sex marriage allows adoption agencies to do this. It is outright bigotry. To deny people basic civil rights such as the right to wed whomever they choose is utterly criminal. The arguments and viewpoints to the contrary do not make any sense at all and, therefore, must be born out of either ignorant fear or hateful bigotry in my mind. Even during a time like this of national hope and change, the quiet, sneaky passing of Proposition 8 can bring the pipe dream of America crashing to a halt, exposing how far we still must go for true freedom.
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In a college community, diversity is an important aspect. While my outward appearances tells that I am Asian, my character and personality does not hold true to most stereotypes. As a child, I grew up in a small town that consisted of mainly Caucasians which brought out my ethnicity. A typical stereotype of a Chinese girl would be one that excelled in academics and had musical talent. While I do hold true to excelling in academics and having musical talent, I was never born with the natural talent a typical Chinese girl had. Typical Chinese girls would also refrain from playing sports, but I knew I was different. At the age of 6, I began to play the piano under the pressures of my strict parents. I knew that my parents were disappointed during my first lesson because I was not a child prodigy, like my cousins were. It was because of hard work and perseverance that I am now able to play famous pieces such as Beethoven and Mozart. Similarly, excelling in academics also required much effort and determination. I was never naturally smart and it took me a longer time to understand topics with the help of a tremendous amount of studying. I had eventually proven myself worth of entering accelerated classes as a result of receiving good grades from studying. Nothing ever came naturally to me, and participating in sports was no exception. As a freshman playing for the first time on a school team, I felt compelled to do well in both volleyball and basketball. Because I never had any natural talent to play sports, my lack of experience resulted in getting very little playing time on the court. While on the bench, I admired my teammates that were athletically talented and wondered why I was never blessed with such a gift. Instead of whining about how I lacked talent, I took action that resulted in countless hours of practicing. Luckily, I lived next to a basketball court, where I was able to perfect my jump shots and lay-ups. As for volleyball, I was very meticulous about how I passed the ball and practiced bumping to myself until the point where everything was flawless. Because of my character, I never settled for mediocre when I wanted excellence. When I returned the next season as a sophomore, everything drastically changed. I went from sitting on the bench into being a captain of Junior Varsity for both volleyball and basketball. My willpower and hard work has allowed me to improve in every way. Although colleges have many Asians, I know that I would be able to stand out among them because of my character and personality. Living in a Caucasian community has allowed people to distinguish me as a diverse person. feel free to fix any errors and give any opinionsrevisions to anything :) please and thank you
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In a college community, diversity is an important aspect. While my outward appearances tells that I am Asian, my character and personality does not hold true to most stereotypes. As a child, I grew up in a small town that consisted of mainly Caucasians which brought out my ethnicity. A typical stereotype of a Chinese girl would be one that excelled in academics and had musical talent. While I do hold true to excelling in academics and having musical talent, I was never born with the natural talent a typical Chinese girl had. Typical Chinese girls would also refrain from playing sports, but I knew I was different. At the age of 6, I began to play the piano under the pressures of my strict parents. I knew that my parents were disappointed during my first lesson because I was not a child prodigy, like my cousins were. It was because of hard work and perseverance that I am now able to play famous pieces such as Beethoven and Mozart. Similarly, excelling in academics also required much effort and determination. I was never naturally smart, and it took me a longer time to understand topics with the help of a tremendous amount of studying. I had eventually proven myself worth of entering accelerated classes as a result of receiving good grades from studying. Nothing ever came naturally to me, and participating in sports was no exception. As a freshman playing for the first time on a school team, I felt compelled to do well in both volleyball and basketball. Because I never had any natural talent to play sports, my lack of experience resulted in getting very little playing time on the court. While on the bench, I admired my teammates that were athletically talented and wondered why I was never blessed with such a gift. Instead of whining about how I lacked talent, I took action that resulted in countless hours of practicing. Luckily, I lived next to a basketball court, where I was able to perfect my jump shots and lay-ups. As for volleyball, I was very meticulous about how I passed the ball and practiced bumping to myself until the point where everything was flawless. Because of my character, I never settled for mediocre when I wanted excellence. When I returned the next season as a sophomore, everything drastically changed. I went from sitting on the bench into being a captain of Junior Varsity for both volleyball and basketball. My willpower and hard work has allowed me to improve in every way. Although colleges have many Asians, I know that I would be able to stand out among them because of my character and personality. Living in a Caucasian community has allowed people to distinguish me as a diverse person. Feel free to fix any errors and give any opinions revisions to anything :) please and thank you
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Ever since I was a toddler, I have always wondered how things work. I had a habit of dismantling random objects and attempting to reassemble it. I started with little things: keyboards, TV remotes, and the like. Eventually, I progressed to bigger things like VCR's and my PlayStation.While I had many successful attempts at reassembling, I had bad experiences with a toaster and a watch. It really upset me when I could not figure out why my toaster would not heat up my pop tarts anymore. As seventh grade came around, I started to get bored with home appliances and I started looking for something else to tinker with. I finally realized that I had not messed around with my computer yet. It baffled me that I spend hours on a computer each day, yet not until now have I wondered what makes a hard drive go round. I immediately grabbed a screwdriver and went straight to work.I will never forget my first glance inside a computer when that lid popped off. It was like love at first sight. I was intrigued by all the colorful parts inside, and it fascinates me how these parts when put together can perform countless functions. Soon after putting the lid back on, I booted the computer right back up and spent the next few hours on the net studying each component of a computer. Two years later, I regularly get asked for computer assistance, not to mention I can build a computer to boot in under a half hour. Thanks!
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Ever since I was a toddler, I have always wondered how things work. I had a habit of dismantling random objects and attempting to reassemble it. I started with little things: keyboards, TV remotes, and the like. Eventually, I progressed to bigger things like VCR's and my PlayStation. While I had many successful attempts at reassembling, I had bad experiences with a toaster and a watch. It really upset me when I could not figure out why my toaster would not heat up my pop tarts anymore. As seventh grade came around, I started to get bored with home appliances and I started looking for something else to tinker with. I finally realized that I had not messed around with my computer yet. It baffled me that I spend hours on a computer each day, yet not until now have I wondered what makes a hard drive go round. I immediately grabbed a screwdriver and went straight to work. I will never forget my first glance inside a computer when that lid popped off. It was like love at first sight. I was intrigued by all the colorful parts inside, and it fascinates me how these parts when put together can perform countless functions. Soon after putting the lid back on, I booted the computer right back up and spent the next few hours on the net studying each component of a computer. Two years later, I regularly get asked for computer assistance, not to mention I can build a computer to boot in under a half hour. Thanks!
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