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An unpleasant experience of unauthorized credit card charges has sparked my interest in cybersecurity, and I wish myself as someone who will not only witness cybersecurity threats but also make my contributions towards tackling it. Thus, in the future I would like to work in the cyber security field, either developing software for cryptography or innovating fraud prevention strategies as a fraud analyst. That would require both financial analysis skills and programming skills. I believe the initiatives offered at UW in CS and CFM would best prepare me for my career goals. For one, the unique capability in cybersecurity field owned by members of CrySP and a range of senior CS courses regarding computer security such as CS 458 could master skills I need. In addition, I can apply my skills and gain valuable job experience through various positions offered by co-op. I also look forward to joining the URA program, especially working with Professor Urs Hengartner to do more in-depth research and applications about cyber-security.
An unpleasant experience of unauthorized credit card charges has sparked my interest in cybersecurity, and I wish myself as someone who will not only witness cybersecurity threats but also make my contributions towards tackling it. Thus, in the future I would like to work in the cybersecurity field, either developing software for cryptography or innovating fraud prevention strategies as a fraud analyst. That would require both financial analysis skills and programming skills. I believe the initiatives offered at UW in CS and CFM would best prepare me for my career goals. For one, the unique capability in cybersecurity field owned by members of Crisp and a range of senior CS courses regarding computer security such as CS 458 could master skills I need. In addition, I can apply my skills and gain valuable job experience through various positions offered by co-op. I also look forward to joining the URA program, especially working with Professor Urs Heartier to do more in-depth research and applications about cyber-security.
I am looking for feedback in all areas. Thanks in advance! :) No one can deny that I am a daredevil. I haven't always been this way, so my parents are surprised themselves to tell me that I've become so bold and independent in the last couple years of my life. They say that it all started when I picked up the microphone at the age of 12. I was a shy boy who had no interest in singing, but the church band was in need of new members. After a little nudge, I began singing in front of a huge crowd- and I became hooked. Singing made me feel like I was the Luke Skywalker of Star Wars. I decided from then on that if I was going to sing, I would be the best singer in Ontario. Through self-motivation, I started to spend countless hours in my bedroom learning how to sing through YouTube. Each and every week, the stage of my church presented a new opportunity to show how much I had improved. Naturally, I was voted to be the leader of the band after I entered high school. The instrumentalists who also became my best friends had automatically understood that I would be the perfect person to coordinate practices and songs because of the passion and experience that I had for performing. I lead my band to this day to perform in front of one hundred people weekly, and I love the fact that I inspire kids that were once just like me.
I am looking for feedback in all areas. Thanks in advance! :) No one can deny that I am a daredevil. I haven't always been this way, so my parents are surprised themselves to tell me that I've become so bold and independent in the last couple of years of my life. They say that it all started when I picked up the microphone at the age of 12. I was a shy boy who had no interest in singing, but the church band was in need of new members. After a little nudge, I began singing in front of a huge crowd- and I became hooked. Singing made me feel like I was the Luke Skywalker of Star Wars. I decided from then on that if I was going to sing, I would be the best singer in Ontario. Through self-motivation, I started to spend countless hours in my bedroom learning how to sing through YouTube. Each and every week, the stage of my church presented a new opportunity to show how much I had improved. Naturally, I was voted to be the leader of the band after I entered high school. The instrumentalists who also became my best friends had automatically understood that I would be the perfect person to coordinate practices and songs because of the passion and experience that I had for performing. I lead my band to this day to perform in front of one hundred people weekly, and I love the fact that I inspire kids that were once just like me.
I'm applying today so please do whatever you can to help me thank u thank u Soon I will be the founder and president of an Association called Mustakbal 2.0 A.K.A M2.0, This multi-diverse space will be the checkpoint of young Moroccans, different in their studies' disciplines but all enthusiastic to make Morocco prosper. It is a platform for training, investigation and consultation, as well as a forum for dialogue and expression, leading to concrete actions for sustainable-development. The main goal of this association is to empower communities in their own development. We will try to energize Moroccan women's and youth groups as change agents with entrepreneurial spirit, leadership and volunteerism. We will also try to create in them the concern and respect for the environment so-as the sustainable management of the natural resources. Subsequently, we will also promote the permanent integration of the gender approach in any project that we put in place. My first personal project will be: The RASP4M2.0, it is an initiative by me with collaboration of many young Moroccans studying engineering, that will solicits M2.0's expertise in entrepreneurship and leadership modules. RASP4M2.0 raises awareness among young people about the usefulness of computers (Thanks to the presentation of the Raspberry, WIFI modem that runs on solar-energy without internet-connection). It also aims to train young people living in rural-areas to search Through the Internet and media-libraries and to be introduced to programming and content creation. Similarly we'll be involved in environmental issues: Morocco is a weak emitter of greenhouse gases but its ambitious development strategy may result in a strong increase of emissions by 2030. Thus, in the lead-up to COP22, Morocco has committed to reduce its emissions up-to 32% by 2030. In order to help the country respect this commitment, M2.0, as an organization of the Moroccan civil society, will implement the WELFARE project with a view to remedying it by concrete actions through the establishment of incentive methods aiming to its involvement. The project consists of a set of activities undertaken in order to promote, raise awareness and mobilize the Moroccan population around the issue of the protection of the environment in general but especially its preservation through the cleaning and sanitation of their immediate living space environment. M2.0 will also prepare the first EYE edition in Morocco «Employment, Youth and Entrepreneurship"This program aims to give young people tools that will enable them to undertake and become self-sufficient in the field of their choice. The EYE is open to all social categories without any discrimination and will be placed under the theme "Youth: from ambition to realization" Through this program M2.0 aims to stimulate young people to propose innovative solutions to local problems along with encouraging and supporting them in creating jobs that will have an impact on our communities therefore helping the Moroccan government in these objectives for 2030. I'm sure that along -the-way to make my objective a reality, struggles will block my path however nothing worth having comes easy, through hard work, perseverance and a faith in God anything can be done, and every problem will be overcome.
I'm applying today, so please do whatever you can to help me thank u Soon I will be the founder and president of an Association called Mistakable 2.0 A.K.A. M2.0, This multi-diverse space will be the checkpoint of young Moroccans, different in their studies' disciplines but all enthusiastic to make Morocco prosper. It is a platform for training, investigation and consultation, as well as a forum for dialogue and expression, leading to concrete actions for sustainable-development. The main goal of this association is to empower communities in their own development. We will try to energize Moroccan women's and youth groups as change agents with entrepreneurial spirit, leadership and volunteerism. We will also try to create in them the concern and respect for the environment so-as the sustainable management of the natural resources. Subsequently, we will also promote the permanent integration of the gender approach in any project that we put in place. My first personal project will be: The RASP4M2.0, it is an initiative by me with collaboration of many young Moroccans studying engineering, that will solicit M2.0's expertise in entrepreneurship and leadership modules. RASP4M2.0 raises awareness among young people about the usefulness of computers (Thanks to the presentation of the Raspberry, Wi-Fi modem that runs on solar-energy without internet-connection). It also aims to train young people living in rural-areas to search Through the Internet and media-libraries and to be introduced to programming and content creation. Similarly, we'll be involved in environmental issues: Morocco is a weak emitter of greenhouse gases, but its ambitious development strategy may result in a strong increase of emissions by 2030. Thus, in the lead-up to COP22, Morocco has committed to reduce its emissions up-to 32% by 2030. In order to help the country respect this commitment, M2.0, as an organization of the Moroccan civil society, will implement the WELFARE project with a view to remedying it by concrete actions through the establishment of incentive methods aiming to its involvement. The project consists of a set of activities undertaken in order to promote, raise awareness and mobilize the Moroccan population around the issue of the protection of the environment in general but especially its preservation through the cleaning and sanitation of their immediate living space environment. M2.0 will also prepare the first EYE edition in Morocco «Employment, Youth and Entrepreneurship"This program aims to give young people tools that will enable them to undertake and become self-sufficient in the field of their choice. The EYE is open to all social categories without any discrimination and will be placed under the theme "Youth: from ambition to realization" Through this program M2.0 aims to stimulate young people to propose innovative solutions to local problems along with encouraging and supporting them in creating jobs that will have an impact on our communities therefore helping the Moroccan government in these objectives for 2030. I'm sure that along -the-way to make my objective a reality, struggles will block my path however nothing worth having comes easy, through hard work, perseverance and a faith in God anything can be done, and every problem will be overcome.
"It's not going to hold!" my partner cried, as our instructor stood at the side while I meticulously controlled the RC. As it advanced through the weakest point of the A-frame bridge, the weight of the car caused an unexpected momentum to unsteadily shake the bridge down. It was heartbreaking. I could feel my partner's despair as he resigned a heavy sigh. As I stepped closer to the bridge, it took me a minute or two to realize the naturally envisioned improvements playing in my head, just as I imagined the factors that contributed to the bridge's fall. It was during this fortunate moment I realized my interest in civil engineering. After picking maths, physics and art as my extracurricular, weekly meetings with the club fueled me with multiple engineering sources: including Engineering News-Record and Engineering Fundamentals. Through topics such as construction management, safety, and sustainability, I quickly immersed and admired, as it progressively expanded my knowledge and keen enthusiasm in civil engineering. Christmas came early after my dad finally allowed me to voluntarily work alongside a team of engineers from "Mitrarenov" to build him a coffee roastery. Due to my familiarity with architectural drawing and design, the team wanted me to model a few interior concepts for the roastery, while further broadening my knowledge on project management as they walked me through the process of site preparation, construction management, and various construction methods. With impeccable teamwork, concise planning, and ingenious solutions to unexpected on-site complications, I felt a great desire to contribute and continue this journey on a higher level: The University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. With my knowledge and involvement still at the tip of the iceberg, I am confident that my experience with UIUC's top-rated civil engineering program, along with the student-professor community, will shape me into becoming the engineer I aspire to be.
"It's not going to hold!" my partner cried, as our instructor stood at the side while I meticulously controlled the RC. As it advanced through the weakest point of the A-frame bridge, the weight of the car caused an unexpected momentum to unsteadily shake the bridge down. It was heartbreaking. I could feel my partner's despair as he resigned a heavy sigh. As I stepped closer to the bridge, it took me a minute or two to realize the naturally envisioned improvements playing in my head, just as I imagined the factors that contributed to the bridge's fall. It was during this fortunate moment I realized my interest in civil engineering. After picking math, physics and art as my extracurricular, weekly meetings with the club fueled me with multiple engineering sources: including Engineering News-Record and Engineering Fundamentals. Through topics such as construction management, safety, and sustainability, I quickly immersed and admired, as it progressively expanded my knowledge and keen enthusiasm in civil engineering. Christmas came early after my dad finally allowed me to voluntarily work alongside a team of engineers from "Mitrarenov" to build him a coffee roastery. Due to my familiarity with architectural drawing and design, the team wanted me to model a few interior concepts for the roastery, while further broadening my knowledge on project management as they walked me through the process of site preparation, construction management, and various construction methods. With impeccable teamwork, concise planning, and ingenious solutions to unexpected on-site complications, I felt a great desire to contribute and continue this journey on a higher level: The University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. With my knowledge and involvement still at the tip of the iceberg, I am confident that my experience with UIC's top-rated civil engineering program, along with the student-professor community, will shape me into becoming the engineer I aspire to be.
The technology field has been expanding for the last decades continuously offering new opportunities to young ambitious people, thus attracting them. I myself became absorbed by it and chose to study Computer Science after I discovered that technology could ease my granddad's life as a farmer who had lost his health and fortune on the upkeep of his greenhouse. Weeks of thorough research on the best learning institution helped me to find out that Jacobs has numerous features that I admire. Firstly, Jacobs University offers its students an opportunity to be involved in research and study projects earlier than other universities, and therefore students will never be limited to only textbooks but will also have a chance to explore issues beyond the boundaries of a regular class. That means that students with various perspectives engage in different challenges in order to gain collaboration skills and be exposed to obstacles and difficulties to learn how to overcome them. As a result, they grow acquiring invaluable skills that would groom them for the job market. Secondly, most alumni closely cooperate with current students in the program development process to insure that the program meets each and everyone's needs in the class. Besides, some already-employed alumni may serve as a bridge between students and employers due to some intra-disciplinary courses during which students will be able to demonstrate their skills and talents and, consequently, maybe even secure a position in a company. I believe that I am ready to embark on a study journey to a place like Jacobs for the following reasons. First, the university itself offers its students a study program designed considering their needs. So, regardless of my academic background, I will be able to get the most from the classes I will attend. Second, having constantly engaged in collaborative and organizational activities in my current workplace, I have gained communication skills and learnt the dos and don'ts of working in teams or organizing activity. Besides, my open-mindedness will be key to my effective cooperation as it compels me to contemplate others' opinion without rejecting them immediately.
The technology field has been expanding for the last decades continuously offering new opportunities to young ambitious people, thus attracting them. I myself became absorbed by it and chose to study Computer Science after I discovered that technology could ease my granddad's life as a farmer who had lost his health and fortune on the upkeep of his greenhouse. Weeks of thorough research on the best learning institution helped me find out that Jacobs has numerous features that I admire. Firstly, Jacobs University offers its students an opportunity to be involved in research and study projects earlier than other universities, and therefore students will never be limited to only textbooks but will also have a chance to explore issues beyond the boundaries of a regular class. That means that students with various perspectives engage in different challenges in order to gain collaboration skills and be exposed to obstacles and difficulties to learn how to overcome them. As a result, they grow acquiring invaluable skills that would groom them for the job market. Secondly, most alumni closely cooperate with current students in the program development process to ensure that the program meets each and every one's needs in the class. Besides, some already-employed alumni may serve as a bridge between students and employers due to some interdisciplinary courses during which students will be able to demonstrate their skills and talents and, consequently, maybe even secure a position in a company. I believe that I am ready to embark on a study journey to a place like Jacobs for the following reasons. First, the university itself offers its students a study program designed considering their needs. So, regardless of my academic background, I will be able to get the most from the classes I will attend. Second, having constantly engaged in collaborative and organizational activities in my current workplace, I have gained communication skills and learned the dos and don'ts of working in teams or organizing activity. Besides, my open-mindedness will be key to my effective cooperation as it compels me to contemplate others' opinion without rejecting them immediately.
At a young age, I developed a strong interest in both computer software and math, as I grow older, I am more and more fascinated with the mathematical theory of algorithms used in computer softwares, as well as the design and analysis of software. I imagine myself as someone who will not only witness, but also be a part of the accelerating technological evolution of the world, through the involvement of scientific research labs like LHC, or being part of company's research team that pushes the limits of the human race. UWaterloo's prestigious Math and Engineering Faculty will not only provide me with world class education and invaluable co-op experience, but also allow me to compete and cooperate with some of the most hard-working and intelligent people. UWaterloo acts as an arena for individuals like me to thrive through competition, giving me the skills and knowledge to reach my dream.
At a young age, I developed a strong interest in both computer software and math, as I grow older, I am more and more fascinated with the mathematical theory of algorithms used in computer pieces of software, as well as the design and analysis of software. I imagine myself as someone who will not only witness, but also be a part of the accelerating technological evolution of the world, through the involvement of scientific research labs like LHC, or being part of company's research team that pushes the limits of the human race. Waterloo's prestigious Math and Engineering Faculty will not only provide me with world-class education and invaluable co-op experience, but also allow me to compete and cooperate with some of the most hard-working and intelligent people. Waterloo acts as an arena for individuals like me to thrive through competition, giving me the skills and knowledge to reach my dream.
I will always remember the first fashion show that left me knowing fashion was my future. I had always used fashion as an escape from my reality and as a way to express myself without words, but before then had never truly considered a career in the industry. My desire to devote my life to the industry only grew as I aged. My first dream career was to be a designer, so I could make the beautiful clothing I had spent hours looking at, and then it shifted to journalism, so I could verbally express the beauty of design to the world. I was unable to fund the big dreams I have, so I decided to attend Community College to give myself time to save money and grow as an individual before transferring to the fashion school of my choice. My fashion dreams came crashing down on me the summer after high school graduation, right before I was to attend my first year in college. I learned that the fashion industry is not the utopian industry I had created in my head, but in fact an industry full of unethical and environmentally devastating practices. That knowledge felt like a blow to my life, how could I go into a field that causes pain to our planet and its inhabitants? I was stuck, as much as I wanted to go into fashion, I couldn't do it and still consider myself an environmentally conscious individual. My solution required finding an alternative, and that alternative is sustainable fashion. Sustainable fashion allows me to still live out my fashion dream without compromising my dedication to our planet. Not only is it an alternative, it is the future. I want to be a part of creating a new industry, one that values its impact on our planet just as much as profit. The classes and opportunities FIT provides in not only fashion but sustainable innovation would empower me to be a part of creating the change I hope to see, which is why I wish to grow nowhere else. My time at PCC the last year and a half has been spent expanding my knowledge and experiences in Environmental Studies by starting an Environmental Justice Club, being a District Student Sustainability Council student leader, and working in the Environmental Center. I have spent my time focusing on the Environmental Studies side of Sustainable Fashion by volunteering in the learning garden and Habitat Restoration Team, diving deep into permaculture principles and ecological science. I have become apart of a family at PCC that strives to make our small campus and local community a better home for everyone and everything. My focus has never drifted from business with fashion in mind, and while PCC unfortunately does not offer fashion related courses, I have taken business courses that apply to my business degree and would apply to a Fashion Business Management major at FIT. This major would give me the opportunity to implement my sustainability knowledge in a business setting, through sustainable design and manufacturing processes. While my desire to be a designer has dimmed, being able to work alongside one from the preliminary creative processes to the selling of our creations is exactly what I see myself doing. I want to be the one that spots upcoming trends and brings them to life in an environmentally conscious way. I want sustainable fashion to be the norm for everyone, and see it all around instead of having to search for it like I did. I want to be apart of that process, and more importantly be the one that strives to make it the least impactful as possible. My newer passions may have diverged from a fashion focus, but attending FIT would allow me to reconverge them with sustainable fashion. Not only reconverge them, but make them stronger because my array of passions has only driven my desire to pursue fashion as a career. I have created a home for myself at Portland Community College, but my final destination has always been FIT. It's time for me to leave the comfortable home I have created for myself at PCC, for a chance to flourish at FIT. **This is not nearly close to being finished, but my current problem areas that I encourage others to focus on are: deepening the intimacyexpanding my personal experiences to make myself and essay unique, and relatability-not everyone understands an unexplainable internal desire to do environmental work but I want to somehow help the reader relate.
I will always remember the first fashion show that left me knowing fashion was my future. I had always used fashion as an escape from my reality and as a way to express myself without words, but before then had never truly considered a career in the industry. My desire to devote my life to the industry only grew as I aged. My first dream career was to be a designer, so I could make the beautiful clothing I had spent hours looking at, and then it shifted to journalism, so I could verbally express the beauty of design to the world. I was unable to fund the big dreams I have, so I decided to attend Community College to give myself time to save money and grow as an individual before transferring to the fashion school of my choice. My fashion dreams came crashing down on me the summer after high school graduation, right before I was to attend my first year in college. I learned that the fashion industry is not the utopian industry I had created in my head, but in fact an industry full of unethical and environmentally devastating practices. That knowledge felt like a blow to my life, how could I go into a field that causes pain to our planet and its inhabitants? I was stuck, as much as I wanted to go into fashion, I couldn't do it and still consider myself an environmentally conscious individual. My solution required finding an alternative, and that alternative is sustainable fashion. Sustainable fashion allows me to still live out my fashion dream without compromising my dedication to our planet. Not only is it an alternative, it is the future. I want to be a part of creating a new industry, one that values its impact on our planet just as much as profit. The classes and opportunities FIT provides in not only fashion but sustainable innovation would empower me to be a part of creating the change I hope to see, which is why I wish to grow nowhere else. My time at PCC the last year and a half has been spent expanding my knowledge and experiences in Environmental Studies by starting an Environmental Justice Club, being a District Student Sustainability Council student leader, and working in the Environmental Center. I have spent my time focusing on the Environmental Studies side of Sustainable Fashion by volunteering in the learning garden and Habitat Restoration Team, diving deep into permaculture principles and ecological science. I have become apart from a family at PCC that strives to make our small campus and local community a better home for everyone and everything. My focus has never drifted from business with fashion in mind, and while PCC unfortunately does not offer fashion related courses, I have taken business courses that apply to my business degree and would apply to a Fashion Business Management major at FIT. This major would give me the opportunity to implement my sustainability knowledge in a business setting, through sustainable design and manufacturing processes. While my desire to be a designer has dimmed, being able to work alongside one from the preliminary creative processes to the selling of our creations is exactly what I see myself doing. I want to be the one that spots upcoming trends and brings them to life in an environmentally conscious way. I want sustainable fashion to be the norm for everyone, and see it all around instead of having to search for it like I did. Furthermore, I want to be a part of that process, and more importantly be the one that strives to make it the least impactful as possible. My newer passions may have diverged from a fashion focus, but attending FIT would allow me to recon verge them with sustainable fashion. Not only recon verge them, but make them stronger because my array of passions has only driven my desire to pursue fashion as a career. I have created a home for myself at Portland Community College, but my final destination has always been FIT. It's time for me to leave the comfortable home I have created for myself at PCC, for a chance to flourish at FIT. **This is not nearly close to being finished, but my current problem areas that I encourage others to focus on are: deepening the intimacy expanding my personal experiences to make myself and essay unique, and relatability-not everyone understands an unexplainable internal desire to do environmental work, but I want to somehow help the reader relate.
My educational goal is to gain in-depth knowledge and application skills on the fundamentals of CS so that I can become a proficient software developer in the future. I have applied to UW's CS program because of its focus on the study of software, algorithms, programming and the limits of computation. I believe that the program's aim can be applied effectively in software development. UW also offers many CS courses related to software which can improve my knowledge and skills. Other reasons why I'm applying to UW is because UW provides varieties of clubs, scholarship opportunities, and a well-known co-operative education. UW has a Game Development and CTRL-A club which interests me a lot. Overall, I believe that UW has many promising benefits to offer and that UW is where I'll be able to achieve my goal.
My educational goal is to gain in-depth knowledge and application skills on the fundamentals of CS so that I can become a proficient software developer in the future. I have applied to UW's CS program because of its focus on the study of software, algorithms, programming and the limits of computation. I believe that the program's aim can be applied effectively in software development. UW also offers many CS courses related to software which can improve my knowledge and skills. Other reasons why I'm applying to UW is because UW provides varieties of clubs, scholarship opportunities, and a well-known co-operative education. UW has a Game Development and CTRL-A club which interests me a lot. Overall, I believe that UW has many promising benefits to offer and that UW is where I'll be able to achieve my goal.
Ever since I was a child, I've admired those who have sat in the broadcast booth. Whether I be at home or driving in the car, I took every opportunity to tune into a Blue Jays game on TV or the radio. To me, commentators such as Jerry Howarth or Mike Wilner for Sportsnet 590 The Fan had the greatest job on Earth. The way they could describe a game over the radio gave me inspiration growing up; the atmosphere of the stadium, the day's weather, the crack of the bat. This is a skill that I believe is underappreciated by audiences across. The ability to give your point of view of the game while keeping a professional and engaging tone is no small feat, in my opinion, and is a skill that I wish to learn in the future. An example of a particular broadcast that opened my eyes to the world of journalism was Jerry Howarth's call of Game 5 of the ALDS for the Blue Jays; in particular his call of Jose Bautista's 7th inning home run. When the momentous home run was hit, you could hear the passion and bravado in Jerry's voice as he made the call, "Now he comes set. Kicks. The one-one pitch, fly ball deep left field - YES! SIR! There! She! Goes!" It's moments like this, when the excitement of the play finally died down, where I realized how amazing it would be to call that play from the booth. "Great journalism will always attract readers. The words, pictures and graphics that are the stuff of journalism have to be brilliantly packaged; they must feed the mind and move the heart." This quote by Rupert Murdoch explains how journalism isn't a measure of your intelligence or where you come from. It's about being bold both as a person and as a professional, having the confidence to assert yourself and to step outside your comfort zone. Yes, I know this essay is rough around the edges and not amazing, but I tried to make it as personal as I could. I would love some general advice in making it better, I really want to be accepted into this program. Thanks in advance.
Ever since I was a child, I've admired those who have sat in the broadcast booth. Whether I am at home or driving in the car, I took every opportunity to tune into a Blue Jays game on TV or the radio. To me, commentators such as Jerry Hogarth or Mike Winner for Sportsnet 590 The Fan had the greatest job on Earth. The way they could describe a game over the radio gave me inspiration growing up; the atmosphere of the stadium, the day's weather, the crack of the bat. This is a skill that I believe is underappreciated by audiences across. The ability to give your point of view of the game while keeping a professional and engaging tone is no small feat, in my opinion, and is a skill that I wish to learn in the future. An example of a particular broadcast that opened my eyes to the world of journalism was Jerry Hogarth's call of Game 5 of the AIDS for the Blue Jays; in particular his call of Jose Bautista's 7th inning home run. When the momentous home run was hit, you could hear the passion and bravado in Jerry's voice as he made the call, "Now he comes set. Kicks. The one-one pitch, fly ball deep left field - YES! SIR! There! She! Goes!" It's moments like this, when the excitement of the play finally died down, where I realized how amazing it would be to call that play from the booth. "Great journalism will always attract readers. The words, pictures and graphics that are the stuff of journalism have to be brilliantly packaged; they must feed the mind and move the heart." This quote by Rupert Murdoch explains how journalism isn't a measure of your intelligence or where you come from. It's about being bold both as a person and as a professional, having the confidence to assert yourself and to step outside your comfort zone. Yes, I know this essay is rough around the edges and not amazing, but I tried to make it as personal as I could. I would love some general advice in making it better, I really want to be accepted into this program. Thanks in advance.
Ever Since I was a child, I've always loved puzzles. I was filled with delight and wonder if I found a new crossword, and I was fascinated by reading one of Sherlock Holmes mysteries or sitting to watch my favorite "Chasing UFOs" on Nat Geo. My happiness was supreme after solving any puzzle; completing the picture of the jigsaw puzzle or reconstructing cube's discrete pieces represented a sheer joy for me. To keep them, I used to put these solved puzzles in a wooden box-I called it X. I was always looking for new riddles to solve and put them. Within many childhood years of free and easy puzzling, my obsession with finding trickier, bigger puzzles didn't stop. One late night when I was deciding on a book to read, and all of a sudden, a title startled me: "The Code Book: The Science of Secrecy from Ancient Egypt to Quantum Cryptography." The words "secrecy" and "cryptography" lured me strongly to open the book and to start reading it. While I was reading, I was intrigued by the origins of secret writing and how it shaped human history. Inside the book, I learned different techniques for enciphering and deciphering a message. I was pleased with every cipher I cracked; then I started to make my own. I loved to share my interest with my friends and challenge them with the ones I created. OF all the types of ciphers enumerated in the book, Vigenère cipher infatuated me the most for its profundity and complexity. I continued reading to know that this cipher remained impregnable for three centuries; no wonder that cryptanalysts called it "le Chiffre indecipherable." After I've finished the book, I wiggled and jiggled happily when I noticed that there is a cipher challenge at the end of the book. I was lucky as this challenge included a message encrypted using the Vigenère method. Again, I found a new puzzle to solve; I grabbed a pen and paper enthusiastically then started. Under the pure, warm light of the room and the soft, gentle sound of the breeze, I was sitting opposite my desk with the same excitement of a child playing with a new toy. I was entirely absorbed in the text of the cipher, observing every letter, and scrutinizing each pattern. I started counting spaces, finding frequencies, and looking for suitable combinations. I wrote this information in a small margin and started guessing the key. It has been two hours since I have begun, and all my efforts to find the key were in vain. Before I just began to disappoint, a thought had drifted into my mind: If Vigenère was a French citizen, why wouldn't the text be written in the French language? I tried the frequencies of the French letters and plugged them to my combinations. I jumped with happiness when I found that my inference was true; the matching between the cipher alphabets and the plain alphabets made sense. My heart beat with exhilaration as every letter of the key was revealed. Having the key revealed, I gained eagerness to continue; I began writing these letters above the text of the cipher to unveil the message. My excitement was growing while each word was appearing to complete the meaning of the text that perhaps remained impregnable for years in the past. This sequence of casual puzzling or sometimes high-level one made me stop and imagine myself solving world class puzzles. I imagined myself the only one in the world solving the famous MIT Time-Lock puzzle or the unbreakable Voynich manuscript. I was euphoric about such thoughts not for the acknowledgment I'd have but for the fill of my X with new puzzles.
Ever Since I was a child, I've always loved puzzles. I was filled with delight and wonder if I found a new crossword, and I was fascinated by reading one of Sherlock Holmes mysteries or sitting to watch my favorite "Chasing UFOs" on Nat Geo. My happiness was supreme after solving any puzzle; completing the picture of the jigsaw puzzle or reconstructing cube's discrete pieces represented a sheer joy for me. To keep them, I used to put these solved puzzles in a wooden box-I called it X. I was always looking for new riddles to solve and put them. Within many childhood years of free and easy puzzling, my obsession with finding trickier, bigger puzzles didn't stop. One late night when I was deciding on a book to read, and all of a sudden, a title startled me: "The Code Book: The Science of Secrecy from Ancient Egypt to Quantum Cryptography." The words "secrecy" and "cryptography" lured me strongly to open the book and to start reading it. While I was reading, I was intrigued by the origins of secret writing and how it shaped human history. Inside the book, I learned different techniques for enciphering and deciphering a message. I was pleased with every cipher I cracked; then I started to make my own. I loved to share my interest with my friends and challenge them with the ones I created. OF all the types of ciphers enumerated in the book, Genre cipher infatuated me the most for its profundity and complexity. I continued reading to know that this cipher remained impregnable for three centuries; no wonder that cryptanalysts called it "LE Chiffon indecipherable." After I've finished the book, I wiggled and jiggled happily when I noticed that there is a cipher challenge at the end of the book. I was lucky as this challenge included a message encrypted using the Genre method. Again, I found a new puzzle to solve; I grabbed a pen and paper enthusiastically then started. Under the pure, warm light of the room and the soft, gentle sound of the breeze, I was sitting opposite my desk with the same excitement of a child playing with a new toy. I was entirely absorbed in the text of the cipher, observing every letter, and scrutinizing each pattern. I started counting spaces, finding frequencies, and looking for suitable combinations. Furthermore, I wrote this information in a small margin and started guessing the key. It has been two hours since I have begun, and all my efforts to find the key were in vain. Before I just began to disappoint, a thought had drifted into my mind: If Genre was a French citizen, why wouldn't the text be written in the French language? I tried the frequencies of the French letters and plugged them to my combinations. I jumped with happiness when I found that my inference was true; the matching between the cipher alphabets and the plain alphabets made sense. My heart beat with exhilaration as every letter of the key was revealed. Having the key revealed, I gained eagerness to continue; I began writing these letters above the text of the cipher to unveil the message. My excitement was growing while each word was appearing to complete the meaning of the text that perhaps remained impregnable for years in the past. This sequence of casual puzzling or sometimes high-level one made me stop and imagine myself solving world-class puzzles. I imagined myself the only one in the world solving the famous MIT Time-Lock puzzle or the unbreakable Voice manuscript. I was euphoric about such thoughts not for the acknowledgment I'd have but for the fill of my X with new puzzles.
Hi I'm a non-native English speaker who is writing essays for college application. My writing can be sloppy and lack in flavor but I am sincerely looking for a lot of help from here! Hope you have fun reading my essay and I will welcome any comments or feedbacks! :) Have a nice day every one. Prompt: Write a formal, academic essay in which you imagine that you are in a position of leadership in your country or your local community (note that while many leaders who effect change are politicians, they can also be scholars, activists, scientists, artists, etc.) Choose an issue about which you, as this leader, feel passionately and describe it in detail, giving your informed reader a sense of the arguments and counterarguments associated with the issue. Tell us where you stand and why, using description and analysis of real-world evidence as well as your unique perspective as an influential member of your community. Hypothetically, how would you address this issue and what would your community or country look like as a result of your actions? Please be as specific as possible and limit your response to 500-750 word The Naameh landfill has been in use for 17 years prior to 2015. It was only expected to be used for 6 years and has culminated 13 million more tons of waste than it's expected 2 million. When the residents of Naameh protested against the use of the landfill and it's proximity to their homes, it finally closed down. In 2015, following the closure of the Naameh landfill, the streets of the Lebanese capital started piling up with trash. The government authorities failed to implement a sustainable solution to the problem and thus began the "Lebanese Trash Crisis". This eventually led to demonstrations held around the country by Lebanese activists under the slogan "You Stink" to protest the negligence of the government towards this problem. About 90% of Lebanon's solid waste is made up of materials that could be composted or recycled, yet only 17% of the 1.57 million tons of waste that Lebanon produces in a year (with an annual growth rate of 1.65%) is recycled or composted, whereas the remaining 83% goes to landfills or disposed of in dumps. Temporary solutions that the government found were to create new landfills, more specifically in Costa Brava and Bourj Hammoud. The waste disposed of in these locations is a threat to public safety and the health of the citizens. Near the airport is located the Costa Brava site, which attracts birds that became a threat to planes and therefore a public endangerment. At the Bourj Hammoud site, trucks would throw out the trash in the Mediterranean sea, endangering the fauna and the flora, as well as raise problems for the fishermen and beachgoers. It is undeniable that many civilians have been affected by the crisis. Therefore, I, as the Minister of the Interior, will bring about the necessary measures to deal with such an issue. To begin with, incineration is an effective, yet harmful solution to the issue. The problem with the incinerators is that, when not properly maintained, they will produce immense levels of pollution. In an experiment that the American University of Beirut (AUB) held about Lebanese air quality, if the government placed an incinerator near Beirut, the fumes would cover a large portion of the city and most of the residents in the capital would be affected by the materials released by these incinerators. With an annual growth rate of 1.65%, the 1.57 million tons of garbage will undoubtedly pose more significant problems than they do today, in spite of the temporary measures placed. A tax on how much garbage a household can produce can be implemented as a way to reduce waste. The taxes can then be collected to fund environmentally friendly projects or towards recycling projects. Having lived in the U.A.E., most of the trash I produced goes into different piles (such as papers, cans and plastic). I believe that recycling will not only decrease the load that Lebanon's landfills have to handle daily, but it will also make the country more environmentally conscious. Another possible solution is to export the trash. Countries such as Sweden and Norway are importing trash because they've run out of it. Much of the trash never ends up in a landfill in these countries because it can either be recycled or used to generate electricity. Sweden and Norway even approached Lebanon to buy the garbage. However, the Lebanese government was undecided on how to divide the money received. Many people are living in fear of contracting respiratory illnesses from the omnipresent waste, as well as the long-term health impact on them and their children. Living in a country that respects the health and environmental rights of its citizens is mandatory and should not be overlooked. As Minister of the Interior, it is a major issue that I would work on solving.
Hi I'm a non-native English speaker who is writing essays for college application. My writing can be sloppy and lack in flavor, but I am sincerely looking for a lot of help from here! Hope you have fun reading my essay and I will welcome any comments or feedbacks! :) Have a nice day every one. Prompt: Write a formal, academic essay in which you imagine that you are in a position of leadership in your country or your local community (note that while many leaders who effect change are politicians, they can also be scholars, activists, scientists, artists, etc.) Choose an issue about which you, as this leader, feel passionately and describe it in detail, giving your informed reader a sense of the arguments and counterarguments associated with the issue. Tell us where you stand and why, using description and analysis of real-world evidence as well as your unique perspective as an influential member of your community. Hypothetically, how would you address this issue, and what would your community or country look like as a result of your actions? Please be as specific as possible and limit your response to 500-750 word The Name landfill has been in use for 17 years prior to 2015. It was only expected to be used for 6 years and has culminated 13 million more tons of waste than it's expected 2 million. When the residents of Name protested against the use of the landfill, and it's proximity to their homes, it finally closed down. In 2015, following the closure of the Name landfill, the streets of the Lebanese capital started piling up with trash. The government authorities failed to implement a sustainable solution to the problem and thus began the "Lebanese Trash Crisis". This eventually led to demonstrations held around the country by Lebanese activists under the slogan "You Stink" to protest the negligence of the government towards this problem. About 90% of Lebanon's solid waste is made up of materials that could be composted or recycled, yet only 17% of the 1.57 million tons of waste that Lebanon produces in a year (with an annual growth rate of 1.65%) is recycled or composted, whereas the remaining 83% goes to landfills or disposed of in dumps. Temporary solutions that the government found were to create new landfills, more specifically in Costa Brave and Born Hammond. The waste disposed of in these locations is a threat to public safety and the health of the citizens. Near the airport is located the Costa Brave site, which attracts birds that became a threat to planes and therefore a public endangerment. At the Born Hammond site, trucks would throw out the trash in the Mediterranean Sea, endangering the fauna and the flora, as well as raise problems for the fishermen and beach goers. It is undeniable that many civilians have been affected by the crisis. Therefore, I, as the Minister of the Interior, will bring about the necessary measures to deal with such an issue. To begin with, incineration is an effective, yet harmful solution to the issue. The problem with the incinerators is that, when not properly maintained, they will produce immense levels of pollution. In an experiment that the American University of Beirut (PUB) held about Lebanese air quality, if the government placed an incinerator near Beirut, the fumes would cover a large portion of the city and most of the residents in the capital would be affected by the materials released by these incinerators. With an annual growth rate of 1.65%, the 1.57 million tons of garbage will undoubtedly pose more significant problems than they do today, in spite of the temporary measures placed. A tax on how much garbage a household can produce can be implemented as a way to reduce waste. The taxes can then be collected to fund environmentally friendly projects or towards recycling projects. Having lived in the U.A.E., most of the trash I produced goes into different piles (such as papers, cans and plastic). I believe that recycling will not only decrease the load that Lebanon's landfills have to handle daily, but it will also make the country more environmentally conscious. Another possible solution is to export the trash. Countries such as Sweden and Norway are importing trash because they've run out of it. Much of the trash never ends up in a landfill in these countries because it can either be recycled or used to generate electricity. Sweden and Norway even approached Lebanon to buy the garbage. However, the Lebanese government was undecided on how to divide the money received. Many people are living in fear of contracting respiratory illnesses from the omnipresent waste, as well as the long-term health impact on them and their children. Living in a country that respects the health and environmental rights of its citizens is mandatory and should not be overlooked. As Minister of the Interior, it is a major issue that I would work on solving.
I'd always had the passion for art since the age most kids pick up a set of pencils and scribble along on paper; the advancements in technology in the past decades has also resulted in advancements in the way I like to create art. From my origins in traditional media, like paints and pencils, it advanced to digital media, sketching away on tablets; then it progressed from two-dimensional art into three-dimension; creating stories with moving images rather than still ones; creating pre-rendered art to constantly changing, real-time renders. Now I am venturing towards taking it a step further, to a point where people can not just interact but also communicate with what I make. My passion led me to pursue my Bachelor's Degree in Animation at SAE Institute XXX, which I completed with distinction in early 2017. The program I picked involved three years of education fit into two years of intensive learning, as a result helping me train myself to be productive under situations of high pressure and tight deadlines. Throughout my two and a half years at SAE, I ended up doing 3 animation studio projects, and 8 collaborative projects, over half of them being games. I took the initiative to get some basic knowledge in scripting games for myself, by taking elective lessons for C# in Unity. In addition, the courses tended to require a great deal of group work, and I used this opportunity to build my leadership skills. At the same time, I made it my mission to do some work outside of the university and to find challenging internships to take up during my undergraduate career in an attempt to develop practical experience in the industry. Throughout those years I interned at various companies in roles such as social media graphics artist, animator, 3D character designer, and UX designer. By doing this I was able to better understand the industry and gained experience which complimented and tested my beliefs as a designer. I also participated in volunteer activities and led teams at regional events, which prepared me for my job for the next two years after graduation in the hectic events industry of XXX. Extremely fresh out of university, I received an opportunity to work at XXXX, one of the leading technology labs in XXX. We design and develop digital products used by people at events and expos in many countries. This gave me ample opportunities to become exposed to different avenues of technology. I began as a 3D and concept designer for games and interactive installations for events and built my way up to actually creating them. By the time I got promoted to interactive producer and stage show director-in-training, I had experience in handling entire applications for multiple installations, using technologies such as Phidget RFIDs, Optitrack cameras, multitouch displays with marker detection, Arduinos, laser projections with radar touch and more. Some of my projects also involved developing screen content for award shows, AR stages, and sports events. Although my work experience is fruitful and fulfilling, at some level I feel like there are many gaps in my knowledge, which I am hoping I would be able to fill with education at SCAD. While I have work experience in interactive design, I don't have formal training in it, which has resulted in me missing out on learning a lot of essentials to this practice. I wish to create experiences for people that will enable them to immerse themselves with my art with most of their senses; stories and narratives that they can enjoy as though they're a part of it. Products that require effort on the part of the developer for the sake of the simplicity and ease-of-use for the user. I want to help make people experience things that they would not in real life; action, mythical creatures, fantastical worlds that they could only see through CGI. Creating an empathetic connection with users and making them feel like they're in a Disney movie with their favorite characters or in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. I would like to use my skills in 2D and 3D motion design paired with knowledge in games and user experience to design across a broad range of platforms for games, interactive installations or stage shows and contribute to the development of immersive experiences to tell stories, teach people, and give them therapeutic experiences. As a person who enjoys cultures and dreams to travel and explore opportunities, I want more people around the world to witness my work. From what I've heard, Savannah is a haven for art lovers. Being born in a city that also has quite a developed art scene, I would love to explore how this culture has evolved in other countries and gain a perspective towards it on a global level. These are just some of the many reasons why I have decided to apply for the Interactive Design and Game Development Master's program SCAD. It presents itself as the ideal multicultural platform for me to receive immense exposure and acquaint with other professionals in the industry; a hunting ground for me to hone my current skills, explore future ones and branch out further into facets of interactivity that I have not yet had a chance to play with. At SCAD, I believe I would gain the necessary skills to become a recognizable figure in the field of design and inspiration to produce original work that will be appreciated by those who experience it. From my experience in working in the industry for almost two years, I know that it is interactive design that would complement my unquenchable appetite for creativity, imagination, and curiosity towards people and technology. I aim to be a designer in a company that employs cutting edge technology and stretches it to its limits to create beautiful digital experiences for people in the world. Within the next ten years, I aim to be an influencer of design. Get to the point where people cite my work as inspiration. I aim to be a freelance developer, working with various companies while traveling and being inspired by various cultures, as is the way I know I work best. I like to open my mind to opportunities in different places and spread my work to the community. I would like to study Masters in Interactive Design and Game Development at SCAD in order to gain a strong academic background of my profession and to have a deeper insight into its fundamentals and principles. Above all, I hope to become a more competent interactive designer. 1095 words
I'd always had the passion for art since the age most kids pick up a set of pencils and scribble along on paper; the advancements in technology in the past decades has also resulted in advancements in the way I like to create art. From my origins in traditional media, like paints and pencils, it advanced to digital media, sketching away on tablets; then it progressed from two-dimensional art into three-dimension; creating stories with moving images rather than still ones; creating pre-rendered art to constantly changing, real-time renders. Now I am venturing towards taking it a step further, to a point where people can not just interact but also communicate with what I make. My passion led me to pursue my Bachelor's Degree in Animation at SAE Institute XXX, which I completed with distinction in early 2017. The program I picked involved three years of education fit into two years of intensive learning, as a result helping me train myself to be productive under situations of high pressure and tight deadlines. Throughout my two and a half years at SAE, I ended up doing 3 animation studio projects, and 8 collaborative projects, over half of them being games. I took the initiative to get some basic knowledge in scripting games for myself, by taking elective lessons for C# in Unity. In addition, the courses tended to require a great deal of group work, and I used this opportunity to build my leadership skills. At the same time, I made it my mission to do some work outside the university and to find challenging internships to take up during my undergraduate career in an attempt to develop practical experience in the industry. Throughout those years I interned at various companies in roles such as social media graphics artist, animator, 3D character designer, and UX designer. By doing this I was able to better understand the industry and gained experience which complimented and tested my beliefs as a designer. I also participated in volunteer activities and led teams at regional events, which prepared me for my job for the next two years after graduation in the hectic events' industry of XXX. Extremely fresh out of university, I received an opportunity to work at XXXX, one of the leading technology labs in XXX. We design and develop digital products used by people at events and expos in many countries. This gave me ample opportunities to become exposed to different avenues of technology. I began as a 3D and concept designer for games and interactive installations for events and built my way up to actually creating them. By the time I got promoted to interactive producer and stage show director-in-training, I had experience in handling entire applications for multiple installations, using technologies such as Midget Raids, Offtrack cameras, multitouch displays with marker detection, Arduino's, laser projections with radar touch and more. Some of my projects also involved developing screen content for award shows, AR stages, and sports events. Although my work experience is fruitful and fulfilling, at some level I feel like there are many gaps in my knowledge, which I am hoping I would be able to fill with education at SCAD. While I have work experience in interactive design, I don't have formal training in it, which has resulted in me missing out on learning a lot of essentials to this practice. I wish to create experiences for people that will enable them to immerse themselves with my art with most of their senses; stories and narratives that they can enjoy as though they're a part of it. Products that require effort on the part of the developer for the sake of the simplicity and ease-of-use for the user. I want to help make people experience things that they would not in real life; action, mythical creatures, fantastical worlds that they could only see through CGI. Creating an empathetic connection with users and making them feel like they're in a Disney movie with their favorite characters or in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. I would like to use my skills in 2D and 3D motion design paired with knowledge in games and user experience to design across a broad range of platforms for games, interactive installations or stage shows and contribute to the development of immersive experiences to tell stories, teach people, and give them therapeutic experiences. As a person who enjoys cultures and dreams to travel and explore opportunities, I want more people around the world to witness my work. From what I've heard, Savannah is a haven for art lovers. Being born in a city that also has quite a developed art scene, I would love to explore how this culture has evolved in other countries and gain a perspective towards it on a global level. These are just some of the many reasons why I have decided to apply for the Interactive Design and Game Development Master's program SCAD. It presents itself as the ideal multicultural platform for me to receive immense exposure and acquaint with other professionals in the industry; a hunting ground for me to hone my current skills, explore future ones and branch out further into facets of interactivity that I have not yet had a chance to play with. At SCAD, I believe I would gain the necessary skills to become a recognizable figure in the field of design and inspiration to produce original work that will be appreciated by those who experience it. From my experience in working in the industry for almost two years, I know that it is interactive design that would complement my unquenchable appetite for creativity, imagination, and curiosity towards people and technology. I aim to be a designer in a company that employs cutting edge technology and stretches it to its limits to create beautiful digital experiences for people in the world. Within the next ten years, I aim to be an influencer of design. Get to the point where people cite my work as inspiration. I aim to be a freelance developer, working with various companies while traveling and being inspired by various cultures, as is the way I know I work best. I like to open my mind to opportunities in different places and spread my work to the community. Furthermore, I would like to study Masters in Interactive Design and Game Development at SCAD in order to gain a strong academic background of my profession and to have a deeper insight into its fundamentals and principles. Above all, I hope to become a more competent interactive designer. 1095 words
Throughout my childhood and teenage, I have lived in various cities across India. Because of this, I have experienced many different cultures, languages and ways of life. My exposure to them has built and developed my character, morals, ethics and molded my attitude towards life and people, and my aspirations. Initially I used to be apprehensive about moving to a new city in my childhood, and ended up being extremely shy and restrained. However, overtime I became more adapting and always got excited about new opportunities and lifestyles that I would get to experience every time I move to a different part of the country. My parents have always found me to be open to change and quick to settle in the new environment every time we moved, without losing continuity of focus on my goals and interests. They would vouch for my ability to adhere to family values. My friends consider me to be receptive, pleasant and competitive, and peers from different backgrounds find me easily relatable and empathetic. I believe my neighborhood views me as a constructive member of the community as i actively take part in various events, even pertaining to differing faiths. My upbringing in varied geographies and cultures in the country makes me very flexible, accepting and completely non-discriminatory. I am very proud of these qualities in me.
Throughout my childhood and teenage, I have lived in various cities across India. Because of this, I have experienced many cultures, languages and ways of life. My exposure to them has built and developed my character, morals, ethics and molded my attitude towards life and people, and my aspirations. Initially I used to be apprehensive about moving to a new city in my childhood, and ended up being extremely shy and restrained. However, overtime I became more adapting and always got excited about new opportunities and lifestyles that I would get to experience every time I move to a different part of the country. My parents have always found me to be open to change and quick to settle in the new environment every time we moved, without losing continuity of focus on my goals and interests. They would vouch for my ability to adhere to family values. My friends consider me to be receptive, pleasant and competitive, and peers from different backgrounds find me easily relatable and empathetic. I believe my neighborhood views me as a constructive member of the community as I actively take part in various events, even pertaining to differing faiths. My upbringing in varied geographies and cultures in the country makes me very flexible, accepting and completely non-discriminatory. I am very proud of these qualities in me.
Going through life's trials is like navigating our way through a dark room. Although we may be unaware of what lies ahead, we stumble on, trying our best to work with the limited knowledge we have gathered in our younger days. However, once in a while there will be a guiding light that shows us a new path; and as we follow that light, we come across experiences that will help us grow to become better individuals. In my case, I encountered it about a year ago when I took up the position of Under Secretary-General of Photography as part of my first ever secretariat experience in a Model United Nations conference. Having been in the MUN scene since 2015, this was a significant milestone for me. Never in my life had I envisioned myself taking on a major leadership role in an annual event, let alone on my university's campus. Of course, getting there in the first place had its own setbacks. After years of determination, failed applicant interviews, and working as a minor crew member completing miscellaneous jobs, I worked my way up from being a participant to an organiser. As my first time becoming Head of the Photography department, it acted as a launchpad that took me to greater heights, filled with new experiences and realisations about myself and my friends. Prior to this, I consistently doubted my own abilities and preferred to blend in with the crowd, foregoing my chance to shine for the sake of my own insecurities. However, being part of the secretariat helped to grow my inner seed of self-confidence. Like a plant under sunlight, I was placed in a nurturing environment that encouraged others to speak their minds. Gradually, I too became more outspoken and less hesitant to voice out my ideas. Being a leader also meant being independent and having good organisation skills. I took this opportunity to learn the ropes, from coordinating secretariat photoshoots to planning and producing the opening ceremony video. I learnt how to set my own logical and achievable objectives, all with little reliance on others. Consequently, I could produce work that matched the secretariat's sky-high standards as I was able to formulate clear-cut goals that my department could work towards, effectively preparing myself for the target-oriented working world. In addition, this experience shed light on some personal aspects I never realised I had. One of these revelations was the the fact that I was very emotionally-driven. I took constructive criticism from fellow secretariat members to heart and felt discouraged as a result. However, I soon came to terms with the hard-hitting truth that listening to what others thought about my work was a crucial component of self-improvement, leading me to change for the better. In fact, the harsher the criticism got, the more I pushed myself to produce top-notch work, which turned me from an emotionally fragile person to someone more resilient, never buckling under pressure or negativity. Due to the collaborative nature of our tasks, my friends and I also began to communicate more openly, allowing me to better understand their ideals and personalities which strengthened our bond. Although I encountered many unfamiliar things during this job, they helped with my personal growth and progress from a bumbling and nervous student to a proactive and well-prepared leader. For many of us, life is like a puzzle; the experiences we gather are the essential pieces we place together to reveal our hidden potential. Any feedback would be appreciated!
Going through life's trials is like navigating our way through a dark room. Although we may be unaware of what lies ahead, we stumble on, trying our best to work with the limited knowledge we have gathered in our younger days. However, once in a while there will be a guiding light that shows us a new path; and as we follow that light, we come across experiences that will help us grow to become better individuals. In my case, I encountered it about a year ago when I took up the position of Under Secretary-General of Photography as part of my first ever secretariat experience in a Model United Nations conference. Having been in the MUN scene since 2015, this was a significant milestone for me. Never in my life had I envisioned myself taking on a major leadership role in an annual event, let alone on my university's campus. Of course, getting there in the first place had its own setbacks. After years of determination, failed applicant interviews, and working as a minor crew member completing miscellaneous jobs, I worked my way up from being a participant to an organizer. As my first time becoming Head of the Photography department, it acted as a launchpad that took me to greater heights, filled with new experiences and realizations about myself and my friends. Prior to this, I consistently doubted my own abilities and preferred to blend in with the crowd, foregoing my chance to shine for the sake of my own insecurities. However, being part of the secretariat helped to grow my inner seed of self-confidence. Like a plant under sunlight, I was placed in a nurturing environment that encouraged others to speak their minds. Gradually, I too became more outspoken and less hesitant to voice out my ideas. Being a leader also meant being independent and having good organization skills. I took this opportunity to learn the ropes, from coordinating secretariat photoshoots to planning and producing the opening ceremony video. I learned how to set my own logical and achievable objectives, all with little reliance on others. Consequently, I could produce work that matched the secretariat's sky-high standards as I was able to formulate clear-cut goals that my department could work towards, effectively preparing myself for the target-oriented working world. In addition, this experience shed light on some personal aspects I never realized I had. One of these revelations was the fact that I was very emotionally-driven. I took constructive criticism from fellow secretariat members to heart and felt discouraged as a result. However, I soon came to terms with the hard-hitting truth that listening to what others thought about my work was a crucial component of self-improvement, leading me to change for the better. In fact, the harsher the criticism got, the more I pushed myself to produce top-notch work, which turned me from an emotionally fragile person to someone more resilient, never buckling under pressure or negativity. Due to the collaborative nature of our tasks, my friends and I also began to communicate more openly, allowing me to better understand their ideals and personalities which strengthened our bond. Although I encountered many unfamiliar things during this job, they helped with my personal growth and progress from a bumbling and nervous student to a proactive and well-prepared leader. For many of us, life is like a puzzle; the experiences we gather are the essential pieces we place together to reveal our hidden potential. Any feedback would be appreciated!
As an ambitious film student looking to broaden my horizons and refine my craft, I have chosen LMU not just for its dedication to providing experiential education, a Jesuit value that encourages students to apply knowledge they have learnt in the lecture hall to real-life scenarios which helps to redefine their learning experiences, but also for its diverse and open-minded community. Although filmmaking was something I constantly did at a young age, I initially never planned to pursue it as a career. However, I rediscovered my passion for film and decided to seriously commit to the medium. By attending LMU, I aim to push creative boundaries and produce films that make audiences think beneath the surface, opening the door to new ideas. Any feedback would be appreciated!
As an ambitious film student looking to broaden my horizons and refine my craft, I have chosen LMU not just for its dedication to providing experiential education, a Jesuit value that encourages students to apply knowledge they have learned in the lecture hall to real-life scenarios which helps to redefine their learning experiences, but also for its diverse and open-minded community. Although filmmaking was something I constantly did at a young age, I initially never planned to pursue it as a career. However, I rediscovered my passion for film and decided to seriously commit to the medium. By attending LMU, I aim to push creative boundaries and produce films that make audiences think beneath the surface, opening the door to new ideas. Any feedback would be appreciated!
Driven. My parents agree that I am committed, honest and strong-willed. My father says I am principled and argumentative, saying these attributes developed after I joined Debate Club. Whereas my mother insists I am the most handsome boy she has ever met. My friends often describe me as motivated and competitive. They say I use these traits to encourage myself and those around me as I can't leave a job unfinished until it is satisfactorily completed, be it a project, homework or a game of Monopoly. My teachers distinguish me for my maturity, my critical thinking and for representing the IB learner profile trait of Knowledgeable. I've been told I show these qualities through my tendency to help others, set goals for myself and throughout our TOK essay process where my dedication and research skills fueled my willingness to learn. A trait I'm most proud of is my habit to set goals for myself and follow through with them, which has allowed me to dream big. This has given me the means to accomplish my goal of learning French. In turn, this gave me the opportunity to be an exchange student in France during the Summer. Not only did this experience help me emphasise my independence and risk-taking abilities but it allowed me to reinforce my open-mindedness. Overall, I am proud of the person I have become and anticipate the person I will become. Please comment on any improvements I can make!
Driven. My parents agree that I am committed, honest and strong-willed. My father says I am principled and argumentative, saying these attributes developed after I joined Debate Club. Whereas my mother insists I am the most handsome boy she has ever met. My friends often describe me as motivated and competitive. They say I use these traits to encourage myself and those around me as I can't leave a job unfinished until it is satisfactorily completed, be it a project, homework or a game of Monopoly. My teachers distinguish me for my maturity, my critical thinking and for representing the IB learner profile trait of Knowledgeable. I've been told I show these qualities through my tendency to help others, set goals for myself and throughout our TOK essay process where my dedication and research skills fueled my willingness to learn. A trait I'm most proud of is my habit to set goals for myself and follow through with them, which has allowed me to dream big. This has given me the means to accomplish my goal of learning French. In turn, this gave me the opportunity to be an exchange student in France during the Summer. Not only did this experience help me emphasize my independence and risk-taking abilities, but it allowed me to reinforce my open-mindedness. Overall, I am proud of the person I have become and anticipate the person I will become. Please comment on any improvements I can make!
"Samir, you are the captain of this team", my coach declared. While my teammates clapped upon hearing the announcement, I wasn't sure what to make out of it. I was the youngest among my team members, but I had to lead the team on a week-long archery competition that was going to be held about 205 km away from where we were standing. Since my teammates were in full agreement with the decision, I accepted the opportunity. This was the first time when I realized that I truly had leadership qualities in me. Over the years, I have been fortunate to be involved in several other positions where I was able to demonstrate my leadership skills. No matter if it's being a class monitor or a president of a club, the experiences made me realize several qualities that are evident in all kinds of leaders. I believe that the most important thing in a leader is to have strong communication skills. Thus, I always try to get my point across my teammates and do not hesitate to share my opinions in a positive way. I acknowledge my weaknesses and try my best to work on it. I also try to incorporate the opinions of my teammates as much as I can. It is true that a leader must be able to make the right call in many difficult situations, but I am also well aware that a leader is not a dictator. The spirit of a team is high only when every voice of the teammates are considered before making that crucial decision. To be able to recognize the strength of each team members is another thing that a leader should focus on. The combined individual strengths truly make up a matchless team. Most of the people fall for the myth that creating an impact means to start out big. They worry so much about the results that they barely put the necessary efforts that are required for a task. As a leader, I want to change this mentality of people. I want to make them believe that all it takes to create a better world is to believe in what you want to achieve in your life. We all have different dreams and ambitions and mostly we are discouraged by others up to the point where we feel as if we are destined to fail. Thus, to be able to inspire all those who feel that they are destined to fail and who think that they do not have the means to stand up and risk failure, is how I envision myself making a difference to the world.
"Samir, you are the captain of this team", my coach declared. While my teammates clapped upon hearing the announcement, I wasn't sure what to make out of it. I was the youngest among my team members, but I had to lead the team on a week-long archery competition that was going to be held about 205 km away from where we were standing. Since my teammates were in full agreement with the decision, I accepted the opportunity. This was the first time when I realized that I truly had leadership qualities in me. Over the years, I have been fortunate to be involved in several other positions where I was able to demonstrate my leadership skills. No matter if it's being a class monitor or a president of a club, the experiences made me realize several qualities that are evident in all kinds of leaders. I believe that the most important thing in a leader is to have strong communication skills. Thus, I always try to get my point across my teammates and do not hesitate to share my opinions positively. I acknowledge my weaknesses and try my best to work on it. I also try to incorporate the opinions of my teammates as much as I can. It is true that a leader must be able to make the right call in many difficult situations, but I am also well aware that a leader is not a dictator. The spirit of a team is high only when every voice of the teammates are considered before making that crucial decision. To be able to recognize the strength of all team members is another thing that a leader should focus on. The combined individual strengths truly make up a matchless team. Most of the people fall for the myth that creating an impact means to start out big. They worry so much about the results that they barely put the necessary efforts that are required for a task. As a leader, I want to change this mentality of people. I want to make them believe that all it takes to create a better world is to believe in what you want to achieve in your life. We all have different dreams and ambitions, and mostly we are discouraged by others up to the point where we feel as if we are destined to fail. Thus, to be able to inspire all those who feel that they are destined to fail and who think that they do not have the means to stand up and risk failure, is how I envision myself making a difference to the world.
A tree is a metaphor that defines me. Thus, as the tree possess branches, I possess various skills and I'm competitive at each of it. Besides academics, I have acquired several skills in sports. Beginning with football at an early age of 6 my passion for it lives up to this date. I have represented my school in grade 8,9 and 10. Furthermore, I learned and excelled basketball within a span of 5 months. Creativity is another dimension that defines me I have been trained professionally in Drums I have participated in 3 concerts till date with an audience ranging from 100 to 250 plus. I have also excelled in Photography, a skill that was self-taught. This has given me reward & recognition in school from winning ' the best photographer' in MUNs to being the head of photography in a TEDx youth event, something I am extremely proud of. Besides Creativity & Sports, I have wholeheartedly performed community services by teaching Maths to underprivileged students. My parents would describe me as a conscientious, mature and a clever person as these characteristics were developed due to my father's recurring absence linked to his job requirements. Among my friends, I am seen as a reliable, empathetic and a dynamic person. My skills represent the branches, my constant growth represents the trunk and my aptitude to learn new things represents the roots of a tree.
A tree is a metaphor that defines me. Thus, as the tree possess branches, I possess various skills, and I'm competitive at each of it. Besides academics, I have acquired several skills in sports. Beginning with football at an early age of 6 my passion for it lives up to this date. I have represented my school in grade 8,9 and 10. Furthermore, I learned and excelled basketball within a span of 5 months. Creativity is another dimension that defines me I have been trained professionally in Drums I have participated in 3 concerts till date with an audience ranging from 100 to 250 plus. I have also excelled in Photography, a skill that was self-taught. This has given me reward camp; recognition in school from winning' the best photographer' in Runs to being the head of photography in a TEDx youth event, something I am extremely proud of. Besides Creativity camp; Sports, I have wholeheartedly performed community services by teaching Math to underprivileged students. My parents would describe me as a conscientious, mature and a clever person as these characteristics were developed due to my father's recurring absence linked to his job requirements. Among my friends, I am seen as a reliable, empathetic and a dynamic person. My skills represent the branches, my constant growth represents the trunk and my aptitude to learn new things represents the roots of a tree.
Here's my answer. 250 words max makes me wanna die. An 'Insufferable Know-It-All' is how many of my elementary school teachers would often describe me. Although being deemed socially unpopular by all, I was defiant and kept my hand raised for questions and my nose stuck in a book. It is because of my inquisitive and studious nature that I received multiple academic awards in school, curated hours of volunteer work, participated in extracurricular activities and moved to a different country by myself at the age of 18. And for that, I am proud. I am proud of the little girl who was called nerdy, for she has led me to the woman I am now; confident in my abilities and assertive in my intelligence. Please let me know what you think and if there's anything that I need to change.Thank you for any and all responses, I greatly appreciate them :) Regards,KK
Here's my answer. 250 words max makes me want to die. An 'Insufferable Know-It-All' is how many of my elementary school teachers would often describe me. Although being deemed socially unpopular by all, I was defiant and kept my hand raised for questions and my nose stuck in a book. It is because of my inquisitive and studious nature that I received multiple academic awards in school, curated hours of volunteer work, participated in extracurricular activities and moved to a different country by myself at the age of 18. And for that, I am proud. I am proud of the little girl who was called nerdy, for she has led me to the woman I am now; confident in my abilities and assertive in my intelligence. Please let me know what you think and if there's anything that I need to change. Thank you for any and all responses, I greatly appreciate them :) Regards, KK
I can hear the compere shouting at the audience, building up the excitement in the room, announcing my name to the world, and preparing everyone to see what I can do. It's almost time to go onstage for my set. I've got sweaty palms, my knees are weak, and my arms are heavy, but I still feel calm and collected. I'm ready for the limelight and to have everyone's attention focused on me. I'm introduced with an applause from the audience and feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I walk onto the stage and stare out into a deep sea of about 20 spectators and can't believe how I got here. It's my first ever stand-up comedy performance, something that I never thought I would have the guts to do. I've overcome my life's greatest obstacle by attacking it head-on. A lot of people are afraid of public speaking. Unfortunately, I used to be one of those people. Except my dilemma stretched far beyond just a fear of public speaking, I found most situations of social interaction to be an uncomfortable experience. For most of my early years, I kept to myself and was an introverted and quiet kid. I had trouble speaking my opinion in a group setting and taking initiative on everyday tasks in fear of my ideas being rejected and overlooked. I was so afraid of being overlooked by other people that essentially overlooked myself for them. Everyday I would hope and pray that the teacher wouldn't call on me to speak in front of the class; it was a dreadful feeling. I was definitely the type of person that would rather be in the audience than on stage performing for others. I felt lost, like an outcast that couldn't relate with those around me and I struggled finding my own voice. However, sometime during the 8th grade, I became captivated by comedy. I vividly remember watching Comedy Central on television one day (which somehow did not get blocked by my parents when they were setting up the blocked channels list) and seeing Daniel Tosh make countless jokes and entertain hundreds of people in a large theater. This peaked my interest and I decided to learn more about Tosh. It turned out that he also suffered from social anxiety and has disfavored public speaking at a time in his life. After reading that, I figured that if he can overcome the nervousness that he experienced by performing comedy, then so can I. Just like when Eddie Van Halen picked up a guitar for the first time, it was God's gift to the world when I first became interested in comedy. Soon after, my history teacher called on me to answer a question in class. He asked, "Rob, who was the leader of the Patriots at the Battle of Bunker Hill?" Instead of feeling fear like I had experienced my whole life when put on the spot like this, I guess that I was feeling a little adventurous (and probably kind of stupid too) as I looked directly into my teacher's eyes with a smile on my face and replied jokingly: "Tom Brady." Everyone in the class laughed at my comment. My teacher, however, did not seem pleased at the time. I guess he wasn't much of a football fan. I understand that I was kind of a turd in class that day, but it was a huge victory for my well being and a step in the right direction of breaking out of the mental prison that I had confined myself to. It seemed like a simple joke to everyone else but to me it felt like I scored the winning touchdown in the Super Bowl. Like seriously, if somebody would have come up to me after making that joke and asked, "Rob, you just told a somewhat funny joke in 8th grade history class, what are you going to do next?" I would have yelled at the top of my lungs "I'm going to Disney World!" My confidence skyrocketed and I used this moment to lay the foundation for the type of person that I aspired to be and leave the person that I was in the past. Over time, my plan proved to work. I began to find conversations with others to be much easier; they've actually become enjoyable! No longer was I the quiet kid afraid to speak up when I thought that something was wrong. I've realized that I have turned into a leader in my own right, taking control of situations instead of running from them. In turn, this has benefitted my academic achievement as I no longer have reluctant feelings about reaching out to others for help and feedback which has allowed me to edge closer to my full potential. I now have the courage to approach obstacles the same way I approach my comedy performances, which is to attack it head-on. The great Stephen Hawking once said that "quiet people have the loudest minds." Like most things Stephen Hawking talked about, he was right; it is just a matter for quiet people like myself to find a way of bringing that loudness out, a matter of finding their voice. I think I have a solid intro and body, I just need help wrapping it up and correcting minor grammar errors
I can hear the compare shouting at the audience, building up the excitement in the room, announcing my name to the world, and preparing everyone to see what I can do. It's almost time to go onstage for my set. I've got sweaty palms, my knees are weak, and my arms are heavy, but I still feel calm and collected. I'm ready for the limelight and to have everyone's attention focused on me. Furthermore, I'm introduced with an applause from the audience and feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Furthermore, I walk onto the stage and stare out into a deep sea of about 20 spectators and can't believe how I got here. It's my first ever stand-up comedy performance, something that I never thought I would have the guts to do. I've overcome my life's greatest obstacle by attacking it head-on. A lot of people are afraid of public speaking. Unfortunately, I used to be one of those people. Except my dilemma stretched far beyond just a fear of public speaking, I found most situations of social interaction to be an uncomfortable experience. For most of my early years, I kept to myself and was an introverted and quiet kid. I had trouble speaking my opinion in a group setting and taking initiative on everyday tasks in fear of my ideas being rejected and overlooked. I was so afraid of being overlooked by other people that essentially overlooked myself for them. Every day, I would hope and pray that the teacher wouldn't call on me to speak in front of the class; it was a dreadful feeling. I was definitely the type of person that would rather be in the audience than on stage performing for others. I felt lost, like an outcast that couldn't relate with those around me and I struggled finding my own voice. However, sometime during the 8th grade, I became captivated by comedy. I vividly remember watching Comedy Central on television one day (which somehow did not get blocked by my parents when they were setting up the blocked channels list) and seeing Daniel Tosh make countless jokes and entertain hundreds of people in a large theater. This piqued my interest and I decided to learn more about Tosh. It turned out that he also suffered from social anxiety and has disfavored public speaking at a time in his life. After reading that, I figured that if he can overcome the nervousness that he experienced by performing comedy, then so can I. Just like when Eddie Van Halen picked up a guitar for the first time, it was God's gift to the world when I first became interested in comedy. Soon after, my history teacher called on me to answer a question in class. He asked, "Rob, who was the leader of the Patriots at the Battle of Bunker Hill?" Instead of feeling fear like I had experienced my whole life when put on the spot like this, I guess that I was feeling a little adventurous (and probably kind of stupid too) as I looked directly into my teacher's eyes with a smile on my face and replied jokingly: "Tom Brady." Everyone in the class laughed at my comment. My teacher, however, did not seem pleased at the time. I guess he wasn't much of a football fan. I understand that I was kind of a turd in class that day, but it was a huge victory for my well-being and a step in the right direction of breaking out of the mental prison that I had confined myself to. It seemed like a simple joke to everyone else but to me, it felt like I scored the winning touchdown in the Super Bowl. Like seriously, if somebody had come up to me after making that joke and asked, "Rob, you just told a somewhat funny joke in 8th grade history class, what are you going to do next?" I would have yelled at the top of my lungs "I'm going to Disney World!" My confidence skyrocketed, and I used this moment to lay the foundation for the type of person that I aspired to be and leave the person that I was in the past. Over time, my plan proved to work. I began to find conversations with others to be much easier; they've actually become enjoyable! No longer was I the quiet kid afraid to speak up when I thought that something was wrong. I've realized that I have turned into a leader in my own right, taking control of situations instead of running from them. In turn, this has benefitted my academic achievement as I no longer have reluctant feelings about reaching out to others for help and feedback which has allowed me to edge closer to my full potential. I now have the courage to approach obstacles the same way I approach my comedy performances, which is to attack it head-on. The great Stephen Hawking once said that "quiet people have the loudest minds." Like most things Stephen Hawking talked about, he was right; it is just a matter for quiet people like myself to find a way of bringing that loudness out, a matter of finding their voice. I think I have a solid intro and body, I just need help wrapping it up and correcting minor grammar errors
Although I find the notion of a word determining the characteristic of one's personality inherently uncharacteristic of me, I feel the word 'dynamic' best suits me and my ever-growing ambitions. Although some would appreciate being present in a static equilibrium with minimised unpredictability, I always possessed the mentality to sought for more and to never settle. This was exemplified by my near-obsession with music and audio engineering, which was ignited by my 14th birthday gift; a piano keyboard. Within the span of two years, my eager teenage self uncovered the inner quirks of a keyboard by observing others play and by imitating youtube covers to eventually master over full 10 musical pieces. But my curiosity for the extent of musical potential didn't stop there. In 9th grade, as part of the curriculum I was introduced to Midi, an interface used to display, alter and capture musical notes being played on a keyboard. For the final quarter, we were given a task to use a Midi software to compose a modern pop song. Although most viewed this as merely an assignment, I continued enhancing my comprehension on musical theory, composition and implementation through software, which led me to ultimately utilize this developing skill in both my 10th grade music portfolio, as well as my personal project. As recently as this year, I've further expanded on the concept of audio manipulation through softwares, by having the concept of 'Doppler Shift' as my core Extended Essay concept, which allowed me to research into audio spectral analysis using multiple software.
Although I find the notion of a word determining the characteristic of one's personality inherently uncharacteristic of me, I feel the word 'dynamic' best suits me and my ever-growing ambitions. Although some would appreciate being present in a static equilibrium with minimized unpredictability, I always possessed the mentality to sought for more and to never settle. This was exemplified by my near-obsession with music and audio engineering, which was ignited by my 14th birthday gift; a piano keyboard. Within the span of two years, my eager teenage self uncovered the inner quirks of a keyboard by observing others play and by imitating YouTube covers to eventually master over full 10 musical pieces. But my curiosity for the extent of musical potential didn't stop there. In 9th grade, as part of the curriculum I was introduced to Midi, an interface used to display, alter and capture musical notes being played on a keyboard. For the final quarter, we were given a task to use a Midi software to compose a modern pop song. Although most viewed this as merely an assignment, I continued enhancing my comprehension on musical theory, composition and implementation through software, which led me to ultimately utilize this developing skill in both my 10th grade music portfolio, and my personal project. As recently as this year, I've further expanded on the concept of audio manipulation through pieces of software, by having the concept of 'Doppler Shift' as my core Extended Essay concept, which allowed me to research into audio spectral analysis using multiple software.
->Computer Science and Computer Engineering require a strong understanding of fundamental concepts of pure and logical Mathematics and being an enthusiast of the subject, I believe CS or CE is the route that aligns my career goals and passion perfectly. UWaterloo has a reputation of creating world-class entrepreneurs which made it stand out amidst the other reputed universities. Having a dream to start-up my own company, these idols inspire me a lot. The co-op program in Waterloo will be a perfect fit for me as it will help me apply my academic education in the practical world. So, by the time of graduation, I'll have about 2 years of quality work experience, which as I see it, is a necessity to excel anywhere on a professional scale these days. Also, being an international student, the extra income I get from my co-op work will certainly relieve me of some financial stress. Any feedback will be appreciated!
-Sgt;Computer Science and Computer Engineering require a strong understanding of fundamental concepts of pure and logical Mathematics and being an enthusiast of the subject, I believe CS or CE is the route that aligns my career goals and passion perfectly. Waterloo has a reputation of creating world-class entrepreneurs which made it stand out amidst the other reputed universities. Having a dream to start up my own company, these idols inspire me a lot. The co-op program in Waterloo will be a perfect fit for me as it will help me apply my academic education in the practical world. So, by the time of graduation, I'll have about 2 years of quality work experience, which as I see it, is a necessity to excel anywhere on a professional scale these days. Also, being an international student, the extra income I get from my co-op work will certainly relieve me of some financial stress. Any feedback will be appreciated!
Critical thinking is a central goal of Jesuit education, and at LMU you'll be asked to think critically and intensively in every class. Dr. King suggests that critical thinking results in our ability to inform intelligence with character, and strengthen character with intelligence. Please talk about a situation that demanded critical thinking from you, and how your choices or decisions integrated intelligence and character. (The Common App answer space only permits up to 5,000 characters so that limit has already been reached) Answer: Choice; an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities. We are all given the power to select a desired path, be it clear or unknown. Sometimes the choices we make involve minor items, like deciding between coffee or tea. Other times, these choices can have major implications on our lives, such as opting to leave home for better opportunities elsewhere. For high school seniors, the single most important--and arguably toughest decision--is choosing a career path as they enter the world of adulthood: the exact same situation I was placed in over a year and a half ago. Critical thinking; the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgement. We constantly incorporate critical thinking into our daily choices. Failure to carefully weigh the potential outcomes and consequences of these choices may not lead us to the best results. This was my undeniably my greatest fear as I neared my high school graduation in the summer of 2017, but I knew I was not alone. Like many others lost in a labyrinth of options, I was stuck at a crossroads. I was faced with a colossal dilemma to either pursue an engineering degree that I had initially aimed for since entering high school, or leave everything I learnt behind, turn a complete 180° to take on a newly acquired interest; filmmaking. While this scenario may not be a major issue in the Western world where people are encouraged to follow their dreams, it is a different story in most Asian cultures. Many students are still pressured to go into fields their parents want them to pursue, prioritising practicality and economic stability over passion. Coming from a Chinese Malaysian background, I can testify that the East's collectivist sentiment of compliance and reduced risk-taking certainly opposes the West's individualist mindset that strives for uniqueness and variety. Hence, it came as no surprise to me when my parents were taken aback at my sudden switch from science to arts. Overwhelmed with shock, they initially disregarded my new interest as "passion that would not feed me". In other words, they thought that film, or the arts in general, could not provide a stable income. I was once again left with two difficult choices. I could follow my heart and pursue filmmaking, or go with the perception that the latter was a foolproof way of earning good income. To me, it was about finding a career I would thoroughly enjoy, but to my parents, it meant foregoing the chance of a stable job to chase an aspiration that yielded uncertain outcomes. If I wanted to fulfil my parents' wishes, I had to work on a science-based degree. If I chose filmmaking, I had to go against their ideals, possibly disappointing them in the future with a lack of job security. Day and night I weighed my options. On one hand, my logic told me that engineering was the way to go, as I could satisfy both of my parents and increase my chances of securing a skilled job. On the other hand, my conscience constantly reminded me about the growing curiosity I had for filmmaking. I was genuinely amazed at the way film can take the form of many different narratives and how much it can impact people's lives today; I wanted to be part of the creative process. With this in mind, I eventually chose career satisfaction over job security after realizing that I would rather do something I was passionate about than being stuck with a career I had little drive for, regardless of the risks involved. Fusing my burning determination with well-researched facts, I finally mustered up the courage to convince my parents that I really wanted to pursue filmmaking. I showed them the various job prospects and possibilities a film degree could provide, proving to them that filmmakers and artists can be just as successful as scientists and engineers. I also put my heart and soul into learning as much as I could about the art of filmmaking and its techniques, making them realize that I was serious about furthering my passion. After months of persuasion, my parents finally allowed me to pursue a degree in film. Many have asked me whether I regret choosing this path, and to them I say, "Absolutely not". Film is a medium that can resonate with and entertain a global audience through creative visuals and universal messages, and I would not have realized this sentiment had I not thought critically. If I never paused to thoroughly contemplate my choices along with the passions and dreams that made up my distinct personality, and if those aspirations had not been reinforced with my own knowledge and research, I likely would have received disapproval and become yet another voiceless soul in the crowd. However, just like how Theseus used a thread to navigate his way out of the labyrinth, we can utilise critical thinking to find our way out of our own maze of options by weighing the potential ramifications of our choices and making sound decisions best tailored to our individual selves. Done by:Jean
Critical thinking is a central goal of Jesuit education, and at LMU you'll be asked to think critically and intensively in every class. Dr. King suggests that critical thinking results in our ability to inform intelligence with character, and strengthen character with intelligence. Please talk about a situation that demanded critical thinking from you, and how your choices or decisions integrated intelligence and character. (The Common App answer space only permits up to 5,000 characters so that limit has already been reached) Answer: Choice; an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities. We are all given the power to select a desired path, be it clear or unknown. Sometimes the choices we make involve minor items, like deciding between coffee or tea. Other times, these choices can have major implications on our lives, such as opting to leave home for better opportunities elsewhere. For high school seniors, the single most important--and arguably toughest decision--is choosing a career path as they enter the world of adulthood: the exact same situation I was placed in over a year and a half ago. Critical thinking; the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgement. We constantly incorporate critical thinking into our daily choices. Failure to carefully weigh the potential outcomes and consequences of these choices may not lead us to the best results. This was my undeniably my greatest fear as I neared my high school graduation in the summer of 2017, but I knew I was not alone. Like many others lost in a labyrinth of options, I was stuck at a crossroads. I was faced with a colossal dilemma to either pursue an engineering degree that I had initially aimed for since entering high school, or leave everything I learned behind, turn a complete 180° to take on a newly acquired interest; filmmaking. While this scenario may not be a major issue in the Western world where people are encouraged to follow their dreams, it is a different story in most Asian cultures. Many students are still pressured to go into fields their parents want them to pursue, prioritizing practicality and economic stability over passion. Coming from a Chinese Malaysian background, I can testify that the East's collectivist sentiment of compliance and reduced risk-taking certainly opposes the West's individualist mindset that strives for uniqueness and variety. Hence, it came as no surprise to me when my parents were taken aback at my sudden switch from science to arts. Overwhelmed with shock, they initially disregarded my new interest as "passion that would not feed me". In other words, they thought that film, or the arts in general, could not provide a stable income. I was once again left with two difficult choices. I could follow my heart and pursue filmmaking, or go with the perception that the latter was a foolproof way of earning good income. To me, it was about finding a career I would thoroughly enjoy, but to my parents, it meant foregoing the chance of a stable job to chase an aspiration that yielded uncertain outcomes. If I wanted to fulfil my parents' wishes, I had to work on a science-based degree. If I chose filmmaking, I had to go against their ideals, possibly disappointing them in the future with a lack of job security. Day and night I weighed my options. On one hand, my logic told me that engineering was the way to go, as I could satisfy both of my parents and increase my chances of securing a skilled job. On the other hand, my conscience constantly reminded me about the growing curiosity I had for filmmaking. I was genuinely amazed at the way film can take the form of many narratives and how much it can impact people's lives today; I wanted to be part of the creative process. With this in mind, I eventually chose career satisfaction over job security after realizing that I would rather do something I was passionate about than being stuck with a career I had little drive for, regardless of the risks involved. Fusing my burning determination with well-researched facts, I finally mustered up the courage to convince my parents that I really wanted to pursue filmmaking. I showed them the various job prospects and possibilities a film degree could provide, proving to them that filmmakers and artists can be just as successful as scientists and engineers. I also put my heart and soul into learning as much as I could about the art of filmmaking and its techniques, making them realize that I was serious about furthering my passion. After months of persuasion, my parents finally allowed me to pursue a degree in film. Many have asked me whether I regret choosing this path, and to them I say, "Absolutely not". Film is a medium that can resonate with and entertain a global audience through creative visuals and universal messages, and I would not have realized this sentiment had I not thought critically. If I never paused to thoroughly contemplate my choices along with the passions and dreams that made up my distinct personality, and if those aspirations had not been reinforced with my own knowledge and research, I likely would have received disapproval and become yet another voiceless soul in the crowd. However, just like how Theseus used a thread to navigate his way out of the labyrinth, we can utilize critical thinking to find our way out of our own maze of options by weighing the potential ramifications of our choices and making sound decisions best tailored to our individual selves. Done by:Jean
My high school best friend, X, who has known me for 2 years would describe me as a conscientious, focused and patient person.The multiple times she erases the drafts I write with pencil before overwriting with a pen, the effort she sees in the birthday card I've prepared for her, or the many times she notices me with bags under my eyes, my friend always tells me that I work too hard. She respects my hardworking quality a lot. My friend has found a very patient teacher in me. Given the lack of her mathematical skills and on the top of that with no person to teach her patiently, she found it very difficult to grasp the concepts. Hence, when I taught her in free periods without actually getting angry or frustrated, she complimented me for being very patient with her and does that till today. Be it the planning of how we are going to spend a free period or the places to hang out during holiday time, my friend is never able to reach a conclusion. So, she always asks me to such things since I'm very focused on what I want and decisive too. How can i improve this essay? Any feedback is appreciated.
My high school best friend, X, who has known me for 2 years would describe me as a conscientious, focused and patient person. The multiple times she erases the drafts I write with pencil before overwriting with a pen, the effort she sees in the birthday card I've prepared for her, or the many times she notices me with bags under my eyes, my friend always tells me that I work too hard. She respects my hardworking quality a lot. My friend has found a very patient teacher in me. Given the lack of her mathematical skills and on the top of that with no person to teach her patiently, she found it very difficult to grasp the concepts. Hence, when I taught her in free periods without actually getting angry or frustrated, she complimented me for being very patient with her and does that till today. Be it the planning of how we are going to spend a free period or the places to hang out during holiday time, my friend is never able to reach a conclusion. So, she always asks me to such things since I'm very focused on what I want and decisive too. How can I improve this essay? Any feedback is appreciated.
Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I have travelled to and lived in various Asian countries and these differing cultures that I have been exposed to have shaped and developed my values, morals, and ultimately, my personality. Initially I was shy, timid and social interactions would heighten my anxiety, but having been exposed to a welcoming environment, I have grown out of my shell and have become more adaptable and expressive. Curiously, I have never been described as one particular thing; different environments and situations enhance my various personality traits. While my English teacher would describe me as diligent, focussed and soft-spoken, my family members, especially my younger sisters, would argue otherwise. Unlike anyone else, they have experienced the sort of explosive, spontaneous, and admittedly chaotic side of me unlike anyone else. Similarly, while my middle school music teacher has observed my creative and thoughtful characteristics, my soccer coach would highlight my passionate, aggressive and competitive elements. The more that I have travelled and explored the world, the more I have learned about myself and ripened as a person. Some might point out the challenges one might face when moving houses, much less to an unknown land. But having moved from Abu Dhabi to Azerbaijan and later to India, I've learnt to ride the stream because over time I've embraced life's unpredictabilities. This sort of maturity is something I'm extremely proud of.
Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I have travelled to and lived in various Asian countries and these differing cultures that I have been exposed to have shaped and developed my values, morals, and ultimately, my personality. Initially I was shy, timid and social interactions would heighten my anxiety, but having been exposed to a welcoming environment, I have grown out of my shell and have become more adaptable and expressive. Curiously, I have never been described as one particular thing; different environments and situations enhance my various personality traits. While my English teacher would describe me as diligent, focussed and soft-spoken, my family members, especially my younger sisters, would argue otherwise. Unlike anyone else, they have experienced the sort of explosive, spontaneous, and admittedly chaotic side of me unlike anyone else. Similarly, while my middle school music teacher has observed my creative and thoughtful characteristics, my soccer coach would highlight my passionate, aggressive and competitive elements. The more that I have travelled and explored the world, the more I have learned about myself and ripened as a person. Some might point out the challenges one might face when moving houses, much less to an unknown land. But having moved from Abu Dhabi to Azerbaijan and later to India, I've learned to ride the stream because over time I've embraced life's unpredictability. This sort of maturity is something I'm extremely proud of.
My idol who I love so much is my cousin Khanh. A personality of her that makes me impress is industriousness, she is a truly hardworking person. in studying, Khanh always finds out more knowledge about what she is taught at school and she always sets up a obvious goal that can help her to have more motivation, which is very worth learning. She also is a frugal person. Whenever she buy something, she weight up carefully before she determines to buy it but she is not hard-fisted. She always shares the best thing with her younger sisters, specifically me, and she never treats us badly. The characteristic of her I love to is cheerfulness and she is also a sweetheart. Khanh often makes everyone around her feel comfortable and happy by her funny and interesting stories which she tells. Whenever I am depressed when I have a difficult problem in my life, I always tell her about my problem and want to hear a solution from her because her advise makes less stressful and become more optimistic. All in all, I feel really happy for being a younger sister of Khanh.
My idol who I love so much is my cousin Khan. A personality of her that makes me impress is industriousness, she is a truly hardworking person. In studying, Khan always finds out more knowledge about what she is taught at school, and she always sets up an obvious goal that can help her to have more motivation, which is very worth learning. She also is a frugal person. Whenever she buys something, she weights up carefully before she determines to buy it, but she is not hard-fisted. She always shares the best thing with her younger sisters, specifically me, and she never treats us badly. The characteristic of her I love to is cheerfulness, and she is also a sweetheart. Khan often makes everyone around her feel comfortable and happy by her funny and interesting stories which she tells. Whenever I am depressed when I have a difficult problem in my life, I always tell her about my problem and want to hear a solution from her because her advice makes less stressful and become more optimistic. All in all, I feel really happy for being a younger sister of Khan.
Out of all the pieces of the words, I believe adamantly that my best friend will describe me in these three words: tenacity, humility, and responsibility. Frankly, these words completely depict a holistic picture of my own life; and this can be spotlighted from three obvious situations. First of all, when I was first-year student in STEM school, I got abominable grades in the first semester even though I was doing my best. Consequently, I asked a sophomore about the strategies and the references he used to pass with high grades. It was tough to jump from "B" score to "B+" in one semester. But according to the spirit of perseverance and unaccepting of the failure, I did it. Secondly, when I was in the garment campaign to provide the poor people with cloths to their children, I was an OC with some other mates. It was extremely appealing to incorporate in such charity work. My role was to show them the pieces of cloths and, without exaggeration, the picturesque thing on them. I wasn't arrogant with any of them and even I took with them souvenir photos. Lastly, when my father died in 2007, I was young but my role was essential and indispensable. I was working in pharmacy with my pal, bishoy, who has the same circumstances; I was responsible for cleaning the floor and he was arranging the medicines. The money I get were always and undoubtedly go to the budget of the home for helping.
Out of all the pieces of the words, I believe adamantly that my best friend will describe me in these three words: tenacity, humility, and responsibility. Frankly, these words completely depict a holistic picture of my own life; and this can be spotlighted from three obvious situations. First, when I was a first-year student in STEM school, I got abominable grades in the first semester even though I was doing my best. Consequently, I asked a sophomore about the strategies and the references he used to pass with high grades. It was tough to jump from "B" score to "B+" in one semester. But according to the spirit of perseverance and accepting of the failure, I did it. Secondly, when I was in the garment campaign to provide the poor people with cloths to their children, I was an OC with some other mates. It was extremely appealing to incorporate in such charity work. My role was to show them the pieces of cloths and, without exaggeration, the picturesque thing on them. I wasn't arrogant with any of them, and even I took with them souvenir photos. Lastly, when my father died in 2007, I was young, but my role was essential and indispensable. I was working in pharmacy with my pal, Bishop, who has the same circumstances; I was responsible for cleaning the floor, and he was arranging the medicines. The money I get were always and undoubtedly go to the budget of the home for helping.
Hello! I would love some feedback on my essay! The prompt is: What is a topic that you find fascinating and are interested in exploring? Word limit is 200. I'm not sure if my topicmain idea is very clear though... Thank you in advance! Ding! My phone gently vibrates in my hand. I glance down at the tiny screen to a notification that my post has received 10 more likes. I can't help feeling pleased and hastily wipe the slight smile off my face. Although I tell myself that I don't need the justification of others and that caring about "likes" is vain, I can never stop the small seed of satisfaction that springs up inside of me. These days, I frequently hear adults argue that social media is toxic and a leading factor in teenage depression. I directly have never experienced bullying or gotten any "hate" from my fellow classmates online. However, I have a separate art and photography account which has racked up over twenty thousand followers, most who are strangers. On this account, I have repeatedly been the target of malicious comments, but always from absolute strangers. These incidents have steered me to a puzzling question: why do so many feel justified in using the internet to bully and bring down people that they have never met? We all know that most of them would never dare directly say the words they comment, so why do they act as though typed words hurt any less than spoken ones?
Hello! I would love some feedback on my essay! The prompt is: What is a topic that you find fascinating and are interested in exploring? Word limit is 200. I'm not sure if my topic main idea is very clear though... Thank you in advance! Ding! My phone gently vibrates in my hand. I glance down at the tiny screen to a notification that my post has received 10 more likes. I can't help feeling pleased and hastily wipe the slight smile off my face. Although I tell myself that I don't need the justification of others and that caring about "likes" is vain, I can never stop the small seed of satisfaction that springs up inside me. These days, I frequently hear adults argue that social media is toxic and a leading factor in teenage depression. I directly have never experienced bullying or gotten any "hate" from my classmates online. However, I have a separate art and photography account which has racked up over twenty thousand followers, most who are strangers. On this account, I have repeatedly been the target of malicious comments, but always from absolute strangers. These incidents have steered me to a puzzling question: why do, so many feel justified in using the internet to bully and bring down people that they have never met? We all know that most of them would never dare directly say the words they comment, so why do they act as though typed words hurt any less than spoken ones?
January 1, 2018, was the day that I thought my life was going to change forever. Before my diet consisted mainly of ice coffee, Bagel Bites, and embarrassingly Hot Pockets. I read online about how going vegan would change the way your body feels. According to thisisvegan, I would feel more in tune with the Earth, and I would feel more spiritually inclined. But after 2 days of being vegan, the only thing my body felt in tune with was the toilet. And I started to crave some of the trashy foods that I normally ate. But now a new challenge was upon me in this spiritual journey of veganism: being vegan at school. I went to a school where every boy thought PETA stands for people eating tasty animals. School cafeteria staples included incredibly processed "chicken" patties, whatever is in a McRib, and burgers that would make Gordon Ramsay scream out "bloody hell!" and some other really naughty words. I knew I had to bring my own food. There was no other way this was going to work. However, I knew that my classmates were going to have some comments on my new path to spiritual enlightenment if I brought some weird fake cheese to school. So I adopted a lunch routine of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Oreos, and an old trashy favorite of mine, sweet chili Doritos. As you can see, my newfound dietary choices weren't the best option for my health, but I didn't want to risk the judgment of my peers. And after a couple days, I began to question if I was really eating any healthier than before and I started to notice that I was justifying my unhealthy eating by telling myself it was healthy because it was vegan. Almost 15 days into the spiritual journey of veganism, I was hit with the most delicious smell I have ever smelled in my life. The smokey, flame broiled smell of burgers floated through the air and hit my nose. I thought this is what they must mean by veganism makes you in tune with the earth: I was able to track down every Burger King with just my nose. Next thing I know, I had gone through the drive through and ordered a burger. When I look back on this now, this isn't one of my proudest moments, but I do have to admit it was a pretty good burger. Through this process, I have realized that a vegan lifestyle isn't attainable and realistic for everyone. Veganism is often spread on social media, and some of those who follow the diet think they are morally above those who don't. The vegan diet wasn't made in mind with those who live in food deserts or in places where produce is expensive and not fresh. My attempt at veganism made me realize that there is no easy road to enlightenment and spiritual growth. There is no quick fix or simple solution to finding what makes you feel alive. I have yet to figure this path out for myself, but I believe that attending college may be the first step in the process. Thus, for 2019, I have a new path to follow, one that I hope is challenging, enlightening, and allows me to reach my potential.
January 1, 2018, was the day that I thought my life was going to change forever. Before my diet consisted mainly of ice coffee, Bagel Bites, and embarrassingly Hot Pockets. I read online about how going vegan would change the way your body feels. According to thisisvegan, I would feel more in tune with the Earth, and I would feel more spiritually inclined. But after 2 days of being vegan, the only thing my body felt in tune with was the toilet. And I started to crave some of the trashy foods that I normally ate. But now a new challenge was upon me in this spiritual journey of veganism: being vegan at school. I went to a school where every boy thought PETA stands for people eating tasty animals. School cafeteria staples included incredibly processed "chicken" patties, whatever is in a McRib, and burgers that would make Gordon Ramsay scream out "bloody hell!" and some other really naughty words. I knew I had to bring my own food. There was no other way this was going to work. However, I knew that my classmates were going to have some comments on my new path to spiritual enlightenment if I brought some weird fake cheese to school. So I adopted a lunch routine of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Oreos, and an old trashy favorite of mine, sweet chili Doritos. As you can see, my newfound dietary choices weren't the best option for my health, but I didn't want to risk the judgment of my peers. And after a couple of days, I began to question if I was really eating any healthier than before, and I started to notice that I was justifying my unhealthy eating by telling myself it was healthy because it was vegan. Almost 15 days into the spiritual journey of veganism, I was hit with the most delicious smell I have ever smelled in my life. The smokey, flame broiled smell of burgers floated through the air and hit my nose. I thought this is what they must mean by veganism makes you in tune with the earth: I was able to track down every Burger King with just my nose. Next thing I know, I had gone through the drive through and ordered a burger. When I look back on this now, this isn't one of my proudest moments, but I do have to admit it was a pretty good burger. Through this process, I have realized that a vegan lifestyle isn't attainable and realistic for everyone. Veganism is often spread on social media, and some of those who follow the diet think they are morally above those who don't. The vegan diet wasn't made in mind with those who live in food deserts or in places where produce is expensive and not fresh. My attempt at veganism made me realize that there is no easy road to enlightenment and spiritual growth. There is no quick fix or simple solution to finding what makes you feel alive. I have yet to figure this path out for myself, but I believe that attending college may be the first step in the process. Thus, for 2019, I have a new path to follow, one that I hope is challenging, enlightening, and allows me to reach my potential.
Hi everyone, I've never used this before but need to submit my Georgetown application Thursday and am looking for some feedback. I am trying to reuse an essay but I'm not sure how well it describes me. I also talk a lot about my religion so Idk how that would look for a jesuit school. Thanks. I still remember the shock I experienced when looking at the results of a "What Political Party are You?" quiz that I took in my 10th grade AP Government class. I had never considered myself as a person with radical ideals, but I scored at the far left of the political spectrum. It was at that moment that I was forced to see the obvious disparity between my religion and my political viewpoints. As a Modern Orthodox Jew, many aspects of my life are informed by my religion, which often conflict with my liberal ideologies. According to the Pew Research Center, white evangelical Protestants and Mormons are the only other religious groups which are as consistently conservative and right-leaning as Orthodox Jews. I was left to ask myself what motivated my politically liberal viewpoint, and how I could reconcile it with my Orthodox Jewish identity. It seemed that my life was characterized by this complex balance of my religious and personal perspectives of the world around me. I experienced tension between these two perspectives while on a trip to Israel; I consider it my ancestral homeland, yet cannot ignore the current political climate of the region. It is a highly-disputed territory with two conflicting sides that may never find a compromise. While on this trip, I spent three days with the Israeli army, listening to the double standard to which Israeli soldiers are held, unable to shoot obvious threats to security for fear of public uproar. I then returned home and walked through the university only a block away from my home, and I heard protestors campaigning against my homeland, which they don't see as beautiful and honest, but rather a country that does not merit existence and must be "returned." In addition to contrasting perspectives regarding political issues, the coexistence of my Orthodox Jewish and liberal perspectives is challenged by a variety of social issues. I read in the Torah, the Jewish bible, how life is a gift and must not be wasted, and then watch women whose lives are torn apart because they did not choose motherhood. These contradictions Seeing the world through a religious lens, while maintaining awareness of the nuance of social and political issues, can sometimes feel impossible. As I sat looking at the results of the AP Government quiz, I realized that in order to reconcile these contradictory viewpoints I needed to get to the root of my ideals. Instead of seeing my values as incompatible, I chose to see each viewpoint as an equal contributor to a broader, more nuanced perspective. I took a Jewish history class at my school which connected science to Judaism, helping to explain the discrepancies that I once saw. I talked to my Rabbi, my parents, and my teachers, looking to them for potential answers. I came to realize that the key to synthesizing my religious and secular perspectives lies in a key characteristic of Judaism - it has never been forced on others. Our core values include being strong as an individual and a community. This distinction makes all the difference: as an individual I hold myself to certain standards, but I believe in personal choice and my political views reflect that. While this idea may not solve all of my questions, it does point me towards a solution. I believe that the modern world can not only coexist with my religion, but aid my understanding as I slowly unveil the confusing idiosyncrasies that I encounter.
Hi everyone, I've never used this before but need to submit my Georgetown application Thursday and am I looking for some feedback. I am trying to reuse an essay, but I'm not sure how well it describes me. I also talk a lot about my religion so IDK how that would look for a Jesuit school. Thanks. Furthermore, I still remember the shock I experienced when looking at the results of a "What Political Party are You?" quiz that I took in my 10th grade AP Government class. Furthermore, I had never considered myself as a person with radical ideals, but I scored at the far left of the political spectrum. It was at that moment that I was forced to see the obvious disparity between my religion and my political viewpoints. As a Modern Orthodox Jew, many aspects of my life are informed by my religion, which often conflict with my liberal ideologies. According to the Pew Research Center, white evangelical Protestants and Mormons are the only other religious groups which are as consistently conservative and right-leaning as Orthodox Jews. I was left to ask myself what motivated my politically liberal viewpoint, and how I could reconcile it with my Orthodox Jewish identity. It seemed that my life was characterized by this complex balance of my religious and personal perspectives of the world around me. I experienced tension between these two perspectives while on a trip to Israel; I consider it my ancestral homeland, yet cannot ignore the current political climate of the region. It is a highly-disputed territory with two conflicting sides that may never find a compromise. While on this trip, I spent three days with the Israeli army, listening to the double standard to which Israeli soldiers are held, unable to shoot obvious threats to security for fear of public uproar. I then returned home and walked through the university only a block away from my home, and I heard protestors campaigning against my homeland, which they don't see as beautiful and honest, but rather a country that does not merit existence and must be "returned." In addition to contrasting perspectives regarding political issues, the coexistence of my Orthodox Jewish and liberal perspectives is challenged by a variety of social issues. I read in the Torah, the Jewish bible, how life is a gift and must not be wasted, and then watch women whose lives are torn apart because they did not choose motherhood. These contradictions Seeing the world through a religious lens, while maintaining awareness of the nuance of social and political issues, can sometimes feel impossible. As I sat looking at the results of the AP Government quiz, I realized that in order to reconcile these contradictory viewpoints I needed to get to the root of my ideals. Instead of seeing my values as incompatible, I chose to see each viewpoint as an equal contributor to a broader, more nuanced perspective. I took a Jewish history class at my school which connected science to Judaism, helping to explain the discrepancies that I once saw. I talked to my Rabbi, my parents, and my teachers, looking to them for potential answers. Furthermore, I came to realize that the key to synthesizing my religious and secular perspectives lies in a key characteristic of Judaism - it has never been forced on others. Our core values include being strong as an individual and a community. This distinction makes all the difference: as an individual I hold myself to certain standards, but I believe in personal choice and my political views reflect that. While this idea may not solve all of my questions, it does point me towards a solution. I believe that the modern world can not only coexist with my religion, but aid my understanding as I slowly unveil the confusing idiosyncrasies that I encounter.
Answer-The reason I chose to study in Computer Science and Computer Engineering is mainly because of the influence that my elders have left on me. Growing up, I watched my elders get invested in the Tech industry and talk about how computers would be the biggest assets in the world in the upcoming decades. The confidence in their tone set me on my journey to trying to understand why such a simple device would change our regular way of living. Since then, I set out on my own path to understand computing with proper depth. I've tried learning some of the basics of computer languages such as the fundamentals of data structures in C and object oriented programming in Java from my mentors, and I can confidently say that making sense of a line of code which seems to be gibberish to a regular person's eyes is a treat. So when I looked up for universities which offered computing programs, I couldn't help but notice the reputation University of Waterloo had in that sector, especially in the co-op programs. The reason why I'm so keen on entering University of Waterloo is because of the possibility of getting to work alongside my academic studies. Unlike most of the reputed universities, the fact that the University of Waterloo offers such windows of opportunities is fascinating to me, and I hope to be given the chance to prove my worth to them.
Answer-The reason I chose to study in Computer Science and Computer Engineering is mainly because of the influence that my elders have left on me. Growing up, I watched my elders get invested in the Tech industry and talk about how computers would be the biggest assets in the world in the upcoming decades. The confidence in their tone set me on my journey to trying to understand why such a simple device would change our regular way of living. Since then, I set out on my own path to understand computing with proper depth. I've tried learning some basics of computer languages such as the fundamentals of data structures in C and object-oriented programming in Java from my mentors, and I can confidently say that making sense of a line of code which seems to be gibberish to a regular person's eyes is a treat. So when I looked up for universities which offered computing programs, I couldn't help but notice the reputation University of Waterloo had in that sector, especially in the co-op programs. The reason why I'm so keen on entering University of Waterloo is because of the possibility of getting to work alongside my academic studies. Unlike most of the reputed universities, the fact that the University of Waterloo offers such windows of opportunities is fascinating to me, and I hope to be given the chance to prove my worth to them.
Please any one read my essay it's urgent...Do you think is it worthy of submitting at Common App or it lacks any reflection of personality or something? If it does, plz tell me on how to modify it. I will be really appreciate any critical comments. Today's world has seen technology like no other known to man. So much to the point we use it at daily basis. Technology is beneficial in many ways and I know personally how influential and convenient current technology is. Without it, I would barely even manage to get through my day. First of all let's talk about, what is technology? Often people confuse technology and science which in reality are two incredibly diverse phenomena. Technology refers to the application of tools, machines, materials, techniques and sources of power to make work easier and more productive. Technology deals with making things happen. While science is concerned with understanding how and why things happen. I like to, jokingly so, compare them as the male brain and the female brain respectively. I strongly believe that technology and development are related at heart. I trust that without the latter the former will eventually expire. Imagine if we stopped developing our technology 2 or 3 decades ago. What do you see? But, it is crucial to understand and very importantly accept that technological advancement has deeply affected human life both positively and negatively. Not only that life has become effortless and comfortable, there are also indications of numerous threats to life and the social order in the future due to use or I would rather say misuse of current technology. Many arguments arise on whether technology is an ally or foe for human kind. I believe it is too much of a good thing, which in any case will result in harm. No doubt life is simpler with these magnificent devices, but we are becoming too lethargic to even pick up a book and discover things on our own. We are divorcing ourselves from normal human behavior. Are we headed for a world where everything is technology driven and devoid of what makes us human? I am afraid the answer will soon become a solid yes if we keep misusing and more importantly overusing the technology to the point where we are programmed to use technology at a daily basis. On the other hand technology has brought about effectiveness and quality in every sector be it agriculture, industry, profession, health, education, art, political processes, recreation, religious activities and daily life activities all are under the influence of technology. There is possibly no field of human life which has not been improved by technology. It would be tremendously foolish to disregard the power and perks of technology in this fast progressing and extremely competitive world. It has become a necessity. Unfortunately it is a poison we must take in order to survive. The positive as well as negative roles of technology have put human mind into to a position of unrest and uncertainty. There is I believe a fine line between these to extremes a balance. We cannot abandon technology now but we can ensure not to let it control us. We have to accept the realities of solely depending on technology and completely abandoning it for in both cases damage is inevitable. This is a response to the essay prompt 7 which is a free choice.
Please any one read my essay it's urgent... Do you think is it worthy of submitting at Common App, or it lacks any reflection of personality or something? If it does, please tell me on how to modify it. I will be really appreciate any critical comments. Today's world has seen technology like no other known to man. So much to the point we use it at daily basis. Technology is beneficial in many ways and I know personally how influential and convenient current technology is. Without it, I would barely even manage to get through my day. First let's talk about, what is technology? Often people confuse technology and science which in reality are two incredibly diverse phenomena. Technology refers to the application of tools, machines, materials, techniques and sources of power to make work easier and more productive. Technology deals with making things happen. While science is concerned with understanding how and why things happen. I like to, jokingly so, compare them as the male brain and the female brain respectively. I strongly believe that technology and development are related at heart. Furthermore, I trust that without the latter the former will eventually expire. Imagine if we stopped developing our technology 2 or 3 decades ago. What do you see? But, it is crucial to understand and very importantly accept that technological advancement has deeply affected human life both positively and negatively. Not only that life has become effortless and comfortable, there are also indications of numerous threats to life and the social order in the future due to use, or I would rather say misuse of current technology. Many arguments arise on whether technology is an ally or foe for humankind. I believe it is too much of a good thing, which in any case will result in harm. No doubt life is simpler with these magnificent devices, but we are becoming too lethargic to even pick up a book and discover things on our own. We are divorcing ourselves from normal human behavior. Are we headed for a world where everything is technology driven and devoid of what makes us human? I am afraid the answer will soon become a solid yes if we keep misusing and more importantly overusing the technology to the point where we are programmed to use technology at a daily basis. On the other hand technology has brought about effectiveness and quality in every sector be it agriculture, industry, profession, health, education, art, political processes, recreation, religious activities and daily life activities all are under the influence of technology. There is possibly no field of human life which has not been improved by technology. It would be tremendously foolish to disregard the power and perks of technology in this fast progressing and extremely competitive world. It has become a necessity. Unfortunately it is a poison we must take in order to survive. The positive as well as negative roles of technology have put human mind into to a position of unrest and uncertainty. There is I believe a fine line between these to extremes a balance. We cannot abandon technology now, but we can ensure not to let it control us. We have to accept the realities of solely depending on technology and completely abandoning it for in both cases damage is inevitable. This is a response to the essay prompt 7 which is a free choice.
People who know me would describe me as caring, passionate, responsible, and driven.I am one of four assistant captains on my hockey team. Captains on our team are elected by the members of the team, rather than the coach. I believe that my teammates voted for me because of my responsibility and organization - my coach often refers to me as the "team mom". This year my hockey team consists of a lot of young players, so I have had to step up and make sure that everyone is acting responsibly, and help the girls learn to be more independent. Throughout high school I've worked hard to juggle hockey, homework, friends, family, volunteer work, rugby, and a job. This often meant doing homework in the car on the way to rugby or hockey, communicating with my employer every few days to make sure I got shifts that worked for me, and sacrificing time with my family and friends to do school work or pick up a shift. I have gained excellent time management skills because of this. Those who know me would likely say my top personality traits are my empathy and compassion. These are demonstrated in my volunteer work as well as my career plan; because I would like to get a job where I can help others. I am proud that I have been able to keep up with so many activities, and I am especially proud that I am a valued volunteer at the veterinary hospital.
People who know me would describe me as caring, passionate, responsible, and driven. I am one of four assistant captains on my hockey team. Captains on our team are elected by the members of the team, rather than the coach. I believe that my teammates voted for me because of my responsibility and organization - my coach often refers to me as the "team mom". This year my hockey team consists of a lot of young players, so I have had to step up and make sure that everyone is acting responsibly, and help the girls learn to be more independent. Throughout high school I've worked hard to juggle hockey, homework, friends, family, volunteer work, rugby, and a job. This often meant doing homework in the car on the way to rugby or hockey, communicating with my employer every few days to make sure I got shifts that worked for me, and sacrificing time with my family and friends to do school work or pick up a shift. I have gained excellent time management skills because of this. Those who know me would likely say my top personality traits are my empathy and compassion. These are demonstrated in my volunteer work as well as my career plan; because I would like to get a job where I can help others. I am proud that I have been able to keep up with so many activities, and I am especially proud that I am a valued volunteer at the veterinary hospital.
Since I was a child, I have been an extremely persistent and meticulous person. My parents often refer to me as a "bulldog" because I never let go of my work unless it is done. Additionally, people around me would describe me "consistent" because I pursue work regardless of the hardship throughout the process. For example, when I got into high school, I lighted my interest in mathematical studies. However, since I was not academically prepared for high school studies, I had a lot of work to catch up with my peers. Embarrassingly, I even had hard times completing homework on time. However, for the first few months of high school, as I reviewed elementary school and middle school math with my brother every day after school, I deliberately started to comprehend the materials taught in high school. As a result, my course marks gradually rose and I gained confidence in math classes. This did not only affect my academic excellence in math but also helped me establish a well-balanced studying habit after school. Furthermore, I decided to push myself even further, participating in the 2018 Euclid Mathematics Contest. I prepared for the contest by solving past contest questions and previous Olympiad questions at different perspectives from the official solutions. Consequently, I ranked in the top 25 percent of all competitors of the contest and received a certificate of recognition from the University of Waterloo. I am proud of this achievement since it reflects how much effort I put in. Please comment any error(s) or things that I can improve! Thanks in advance.
Since I was a child, I have been an extremely persistent and meticulous person. My parents often refer to me as a "bulldog" because I never let go of my work unless it is done. Additionally, people around me would describe me "consistent" because I pursue work regardless of the hardship throughout the process. For example, when I got into high school, I lighted my interest in mathematical studies. However, since I was not academically prepared for high school studies, I had a lot of work to catch up with my peers. Embarrassingly, I even had hard times completing homework on time. However, for the first few months of high school, as I reviewed elementary school and middle school math with my brother every day after school, I deliberately started to comprehend the materials taught in high school. As a result, my course marks gradually rose, and I gained confidence in math classes. This did not only affect my academic excellence in math but also helped me establish a well-balanced studying habit after school. Furthermore, I decided to push myself even further, participating in the 2018 Euclid Mathematics Contest. I prepared for the contest by solving past contest questions and previous Olympiad questions at different perspectives from the official solutions. Consequently, I ranked in the top 25 percent of all competitors of the contest and received a certificate of recognition from the University of Waterloo. I am proud of this achievement since it reflects how much effort I put in. Please comment any error(s) or things that I can improve! Thanks in advance.
"Nothing comes from the space", flashing card this quote was the first step in the design universe. Visualizing the picturesque nature in my mind and witnessing people minimizing this wholly nature in small portrait excited my curious to be like them. I worked on two of Adobe programs, the photoshop and the illustrator. The design is extremely significant for me because of the spare time that I didn't know how to make it useful and the benefits I will gain in the future. August 30, 2018, I saw the Facebook post about the upcoming world cup in football. Here was the opportunity to participate in real competition with professional competitors. The logo - they wanted - must be unprecedented noticed, so I spend almost two weeks to illustrate one, and one week enhancing it. I don't know whereas it was serendipitously or not, but I got a good ranking in the first 1000 winners, it was wonderful honor for me to be in this position. Last but not least, I am a self-employer on internet sites like freelancer and Upwork. These sites are a source of income for me, but the objective wasn't that; it's related to make something I love.
"Nothing comes from the space", flashing card this quote was the first step in the design universe. Visualizing the picturesque nature in my mind and witnessing people minimizing this wholly nature in small portrait excited my curious to be like them. I worked on two of Adobe programs, the Photoshop and the illustrator. The design is extremely significant for me because of the spare time that I didn't know how to make it useful and the benefits I will gain in the future. August 30, 2018, I saw the Facebook post about the upcoming world cup in football. Here was the opportunity to participate in real competition with professional competitors. The logo - they wanted - must be unprecedented noticed, so I spend almost two weeks to illustrate one, and one week enhancing it. I don't know whereas it was serendipitously or not, but I got a good ranking in the first 1000 winners, it was wonderful honor for me to be in this position. Last but not least, I am a self-employer on internet sites like freelancer and Upwork. These sites are a source of income for me, but the objective wasn't that; it's related to make something I love.
Elon Musk's success with Tesla is an example of how corporations are increasingly embedding sustainability into their new business models, promising to deliver financial values while working towards a net-zero emissions economy. By majoring in environmental studies and minoring in economics at USC's Dornsife College, I hope to attain a diversified background to also become an environmentally conscientious business leader. To achieve my goal, I first need to understand the nature of the problem. Courses such as Environmental Ethics will allow me to systematically analyze problems associated with protection of the environment, while Business and Environmental Sustainability will give me insight on how the broader political-economy is crucial in shaping the interaction between businesses and the environment. Classwork alone will not be sufficient to develop a complete understanding of this issue. USC's Environmental Studies Program offers a plethora of Field Courses to enhance my understanding through field experience. Opportunities such as Intro Sci-Diver Course and Tropical Coastal Zone Sustainability in the Bahamas affords the perfect marriage between adventure and passion - the ideal combination to nurture my aspirations. I am also curious about the role of economics in sustainability. Studying economics will not only develop my quantitative analysis skills when evaluating the market but also introduce me to the world of behavioral economics. So that I can fully understand the economic reasoning that motivates businesses. As a Trojan, I hope to become more astute about sustainability and approach the business industry with a "Think Exponentially" mindset. Ultimately achieving a greener future.
Elon Musk's success with Tesla is an example of how corporations are increasingly embedding sustainability into their new business models, promising to deliver financial values while working towards a net-zero emissions' economy. By majoring in environmental studies and minoring in economics at USC's Downside College, I hope to attain a diversified background to also become an environmentally conscientious business leader. To achieve my goal, I first need to understand the nature of the problem. Courses such as Environmental Ethics will allow me to systematically analyze problems associated with protection of the environment, while Business and Environmental Sustainability will give me insight on how the broader political-economy is crucial in shaping the interaction between businesses and the environment. Classwork alone will not be sufficient to develop a complete understanding of this issue. USC's Environmental Studies Program offers a plethora of Field Courses to enhance my understanding through field experience. Opportunities such as Intro Sci-Diver Course and Tropical Coastal Zone Sustainability in the Bahamas affords the perfect marriage between adventure and passion - the ideal combination to nurture my aspirations. I am also curious about the role of economics in sustainability. Studying economics will not only develop my quantitative analysis skills when evaluating the market but also introduce me to the world of behavioral economics. So that I can fully understand the economic reasoning that motivates businesses. As a Trojan, I hope to become more astute about sustainability and approach the business industry with a "Think Exponentially" mindset. Ultimately achieving a greener future.
Frankly, I am a luftmensch girl. My favorite pieces of life are generally dramatical fictions, romantic movies and mellow melodies. Besides, "vulnerable and emotional" are my characteristics; It found not difficult for me to shed tears even once saw the scene of an abandoned kitty on TV. Therefore, it can be considered as a reason whether I am keen on elegant customs of traditional Chinese and gradually lose heart to them. Additionally, the Tainan, Taiwan is actually a proper territory for me because of both its tranquility, humans' courteousness and prosperity, especially the remarkable education . As soon as I was at primary school, I was extremely a literature and foreign languages enthusiast. I habitually get used to exploring my own queries about literature and languages by investigate information, make questions for adults and so on. In my memory, when I was at grade 5, I had read the Sans famille composed by the France novelist Hector Malot in Vietnamese. Perhaps, impressed by the Vietnamese's translation, I groped on the internet for getting some interesting aspects involving in this original novel and the great novelist Hector Malot. It can be honestly said I seize amazing opportunities to approach to Literature and Foreign Languages during my high school time. I had carried off some Literature prize in my area and commenced Chinese learning at grade 10 when my school initiated an evening class for Chinese - enthusiast students. Whereas, English has been evenly made much progress thanks for the continuous endeavour by myself. Thus, it is prominent that I be greatly matured from this moment.
Frankly, I am a luftmensch girl. My favorite pieces of life are generally dramatic fictions, romantic movies and mellow melodies. Besides, "vulnerable and emotional" are my characteristics; It found not difficult for me to shed tears even once saw the scene of an abandoned kitty on TV. Therefore, it can be considered as a reason whether I am keen on elegant customs of traditional Chinese and gradually lose heart to them. Additionally, the Tainan, Taiwan is actually a proper territory for me because of both its tranquility, humans' courteousness and prosperity, especially the remarkable education. As soon as I was at primary school, I was extremely a literature and foreign languages' enthusiast. I habitually get used to exploring my own queries about literature and languages by investigate information, make questions for adults and so on. In my memory, when I was at grade 5, I had read the Sans Camille composed by the France novelist Hector Malt in Vietnamese. Perhaps, impressed by the Vietnamese's translation, I groped on the internet for getting some interesting aspects involving in this original novel and the great novelist Hector Malt. It can be honestly said I seize amazing opportunities to approach to Literature and Foreign Languages during my high school time. I had carried off some Literature prize in my area and commenced Chinese learning at grade 10 when my school initiated an evening class for Chinese - enthusiast students. Whereas, English has been evenly made much progress thanks for the continuous endeavor by myself. Thus, it is prominent that I be greatly matured from this moment.
In third grade, I successfully wrote a letter to my principal, citing the Constitution and Bill of Rights in a feverish effort for reallowance of playing my favorite game with my classmates during recess. In eleventh grade, I jumped on desks like stepping stones in AP US History as the team captain while debating the ideals of Hamilton versus Jefferson, enthusiastically exclaiming the civic duty of Americans. Throughout my life, I have always been argumentative, and using the Freudian defense mechanism of sublimation, I have channeled my passion for a good debate into helping others and fighting for the common interests of my peers. I have known that a heated dispute has always given me an adrenaline rush like no other, and I manage to get my 'fix' in a productive manner, whether it be settling arguments among my friends, being a voice for the quiet, or simply debating in class. My ultimate goal for furthering my education after graduating high school is attending UPenn as a Philosophy, Politics, and Economics major. I know that the skills I have developed academically and through personal experience during the past 17 years of my life can be refined through the teachings during class at UPenn, and life on campus. As classes became more specialized to fit our interests in high school, I became increasingly interested in classes that deal with history and people. In AP US History, I learned about how past leaders have created laws, policies, and regulations for the benefit of the common man, or against him. In Economics, I saw a similar passion of mine in my normally stoic teacher, who would become alive while exuberantly explaining the steps in creating a business, the laws and regulations of corporations, and the elasticity of demand. I relish attending these classes everyday, learning new and fascinating ways I could further my education in subjects I was passionate about with every class period. By pursuing this major, I can fully delve into my passion and make the most of what the University has to offer through off-campus programs. Penn in Washington caught my eye while I was exploring colleges and discovering ways I could pursue my major in non-traditional ways. For my eighth birthday, I asked to go to Washington D.C. with my family and visit all of the monuments and memorials. I remember standing next to the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool at a young age, enthralled in the history of our nation that most 8 year olds would find boring. The opportunity to be involved the Penn in Washington program, and revisiting the city I yearned to be a part of at such a young age as a student of UPenn would be something that my elementary-school aged self (and current self) would rejoice in. The University of Pennsylvania aligns perfectly with my dream of a place to further my education after I graduate from high school. I am fully certain that I would be elated to spend a late night studying at the Van Pelt Library, enthused walking into Franklin Field on an autumn night to watch the Quakers play, and nostalgically revering the opportunity to intern for some of the great institutions in our nation's capital. An education at the University of Pennsylvania would be an incredibly strong foundation for my intended future career in law, and a remarkable place to spend the next four years of my life.
In third grade, I successfully wrote a letter to my principal, citing the Constitution and Bill of Rights in a feverish effort for reallowance of playing my favorite game with my classmates during recess. In eleventh grade, I jumped on desks like stepping stones in AP US History as the team captain while debating the ideals of Hamilton versus Jefferson, enthusiastically exclaiming the civic duty of Americans. Throughout my life, I have always been argumentative, and using the Freudian defense mechanism of sublimation, I have channeled my passion for a good debate into helping others and fighting for the common interests of my peers. I have known that a heated dispute has always given me an adrenaline rush like no other, and I manage to get my 'fix' productively, whether it be settling arguments among my friends, being a voice for the quiet, or simply debating in class. My ultimate goal for furthering my education after graduating from high school is attending Penn as a Philosophy, Politics, and Economics major. I know that the skills I have developed academically and through personal experience during the past 17 years of my life can be refined through the teachings during class at Penn, and life on campus. As classes became more specialized to fit our interests in high school, I became increasingly interested in classes that deal with history and people. In AP US History, I learned about how past leaders have created laws, policies, and regulations for the benefit of the common man, or against him. In Economics, I saw a similar passion of mine in my normally Stoic teacher, who would become alive while exuberantly explaining the steps in creating a business, the laws and regulations of corporations, and the elasticity of demand. I relish attending these classes every day, learning new and fascinating ways I could further my education in subjects I was passionate about with every class period. By pursuing this major, I can fully delve into my passion and make the most of what the University has to offer through off-campus programs. Penn in Washington caught my eye while I was exploring colleges and discovering ways I could pursue my major in non-traditional ways. For my eighth birthday, I asked to go to Washington D.C. with my family and visit all the monuments and memorials. I remember standing next to the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool at a young age, enthralled in the history of our nation that most 8-year-olds would find boring. The opportunity to be involved the Penn in Washington program, and revisiting the city I yearned to be a part of at such a young age as a student of Penn would be something that my elementary-school aged self (and current self) would rejoice in. The University of Pennsylvania aligns perfectly with my dream of a place to further my education after I graduate from high school. I am fully certain that I would be elated to spend a late night studying at the Van Pelt Library, enthused walking into Franklin Field on an autumn night to watch the Quakers play, and nostalgically revering the opportunity to intern for some great institutions in our nation's capital. An education at the University of Pennsylvania would be an incredibly strong foundation for my intended future career in law, and a remarkable place to spend the next four years of my life.
"You should never view your challenges as a disadvantage. Instead, it's important for you to understand that your experience facing and overcoming adversity is actually one of your biggest advantages." - Michelle Obama. I believe that some of the greatest successes stem from the act of persistence; recognizing and taking accountability for your actions and mistakes, learning from these experiences, and working diligently to do better thereafter. Having grown up in the slums of London, my father was forced to drop out of high school and get a job along with his three brothers, to support my widowed grandmother who had recently lost her husband to lung cancer. When he immigrated to Canada, he enrolled in business courses, and by working to pay for his education during his spare time, he put himself through school, becoming the first member of our family to achieve this. I am inspired by his story and feel that he is a strong example to follow. This final year of high school has not been easy for me. The effort I have put in, despite personal issues, has been more that I have ever put in before. However, with these setbacks, the instinct to persist has become more urgent as well. Persisting through these challenges has not only helped me get closer to my goals, but has also helped me recognize the drive within us that helps us succeed in life.
"You should never view your challenges as a disadvantage. Instead, it's important for you to understand that your experience facing and overcoming adversity is actually one of your biggest advantages." - Michelle Obama. I believe that some of the greatest successes stem from the act of persistence; recognizing and taking accountability for your actions and mistakes, learning from these experiences, and working diligently to do better thereafter. Having grown up in the slums of London, my father was forced to drop out of high school and get a job along with his three brothers, to support my widowed grandmother who had recently lost her husband to lung cancer. When he immigrated to Canada, he enrolled in business courses, and by working to pay for his education during his spare time, he put himself through school, becoming the first member of our family to achieve this. I am inspired by his story and feel that he is a strong example to follow. This final year of high school has not been easy for me. The effort I have put in, despite personal issues, has been more that I have ever put in before. However, with these setbacks, the instinct to persist has become more urgent as well. Persisting through these challenges has not only helped me get closer to my goals, but has also helped me recognize the drive within us that helps us succeed in life.
Filmmaking has always been more than just pointing your camera at something aesthetic, slapping effects on it, and posting it online. Videos are so intensely personal; a single film could inspire thousands of different interpretations shaped by the audience's experiences, but only the creator knows the true meaning of his or her craft. It's an unfathomable thought - with a single button, we're able to cherish moments eternally or experience life as we've never seen before. My interest in filmmaking stemmed from an encounter I had with my grandfather who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. I teared as I watched him struggle to remember the names of his children. My family has a history with the illness, and, although not scientifically proven, I can't afford the risk of one day having no recollection of the life I lived. This is why I turned to videos. So that one day, even if my mind deteriorates and my memories fade into the darkness, I will still be able to live vicariously through the lens of my old life. I have developed this interest through volunteering as a videographer for an animal rescue shelter and on several service trips, capturing life through a different perspective and sharing my experiences with the world around me. It's through these captured memories and the impact filmmaking has had on my outlook on life that shapes the person who I am today. So, what better place to mature my hobby than the best film school in the world?
Filmmaking has always been more than just pointing your camera at something aesthetic, slapping effects on it, and posting it online. Videos are so intensely personal; a single film could inspire thousands of different interpretations shaped by the audience's experiences, but only the creator knows the true meaning of his or her craft. It's an unfathomable thought - with a single button, we're able to cherish moments eternally or experience life as we've never seen before. My interest in filmmaking stemmed from an encounter I had with my grandfather who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. I teared as I watched him struggle to remember the names of his children. My family has a history with the illness, and, although not scientifically proven, I can't afford the risk of one day having no recollection of the life I lived. This is why I turned to videos. So that one day, even if my mind deteriorates and my memories fade into the darkness, I will still be able to live vicariously through the lens of my old life. I have developed this interest through volunteering as a videographer for an animal rescue shelter and on several service trips, capturing life through a different perspective and sharing my experiences with the world around me. It's through these captured memories and the impact filmmaking has had on my outlook on life that shapes the person who I am today. So, what better place to mature my hobby than the best film school in the world?
Hey guys! Could you revise my essay to FLTA Program?My deadline is next friday. You will help me a lot to get this scholarship. Since childhood I was told by many people what my limitations were. Their justification was the socioeconomic status of our family; my mother, and almost science education teacher and my father, an animal caretaker with who I had an estranged relationship. By the time I was ten, a long lasting summer rain deteriorated our home to the point we had to leave it. Thankfully, an aunt, a polite vice director and an uncle, an extrovert retired councilman invited us to stay with them. Such experience meant a moment of self-awareness about the lack of importance of material things and brought two of my most important role models. Both inspired me to be selfless and have empathy for people, no matter what their background was. In respond to their generosity, I always tried to have good grades and do run errands. By doing errands, I overcame my shyness talking with older people who advised me to value knowledge and share it; thanks to their lessons, I became much of a listener and observer which help me to convert my introversion into introspection. This quality allowed me to saw a bigger picture on the use of English language, my favorite subject since primary school, while others said it was unnecessary because we were not living in an English speaking country, we used it to operate digital devices at home, play video games and understand signs in movies. It enhance my ability to read in my native language when watching subtitled movies. Compare song lyrics between the original and their translated versions was a really fun game. Since a long time, English turned out something I could own and share. At secondary school, my curiosity lend me to point in to extra-curricular activities like theater, which took us to perform on the Province Theater Fest in three times; the Biology Club where we were the first of secondary level on our province to participate on the National Biology Olympics; the Student Body, to which I was candidate to president, I did not win for a few votes however I still collaborating as a delegate of my class until my senior year. Also, I attempted French, though our French teacher was not a trained one, she spend time in France working on the embassy bringing many stories about being abroad. Next year, our ESL Teacher came from Holland and had a great English but a rough Spanish. Nevertheless, she organized conversation sessions with people from Australia, New Zealand and EE.UU who came for tourism in our little town. These experiences gave us an insight on how our ways of living were different or very much alike among cultures. I decided I wanted to be an interpreter or a translator to connect people's cultures through language. Unfortunately, I could not afford college. The only option was the English teaching training course at the local High Education Institute. Enrollments on the course were not open for a year due to administration issues. Despite I was not convince to become a teacher and people often told me I would not get my degree in that career, I wanted to keep my attention focus on something else than my parents' separation and a forced sabbatical year was not the ideal setting. I took dance lessons of argentine folklore, latin ballroom and oriental dances to keep myself busy. After sometime I was asked to help beginners in the dance studios and suddenly I was offered to instruct a latin ballroom workshop and co direct a theater group at the county cultural center. This meant to work with people of different ages, levels and ways of learning. My time as a dance instructor and co-director improved my creativeness, patience and problem solving methods with heterogeneous groups. It made myself aware of my potential teaching skills encouraging me to pursue an ESL teaching career. The day I started the teaching practice, the unexpected deaths of my father and aunt due to cardiac related diseases put me on an emotional state that I did not know how to give the lesson, it was too late to notify my absence and I could lose the chance to keep practicing. My partners hearten me to continue with the lesson, so I did it. During the summer I decided not to drop my studies. A successful practice on kindergarten, primary and secondary levels simultaneously and my first job at a rural primary school took place over the following year. While at work, I found multiple cases of kids with special educational needs as pathologies affecting their linguistic skills and learning acquisition for which I was not prepare on the teaching training course. Even it was their first time on ESL lessons. The other teachers overestimated their capacities to learn a new language; a challenge was in front of me after hearing their sayings which remind those times someone told what my limits were. The previous experiences I had aid me to use creativeness on lesson planning, respect their pace of learning, redesign activities according to their background, debate on their own development in class, immerse them into a cross cultural environment and motivate their efforts as individuals resulting in a positive feedback at the end of academic year. Sometimes it was hard without a mentor and no access to specific tools to fulfill all their needs, but may this granted me the chance to see beyond our limits. By applying, I aspire to acquire new techniques and methodologies to strengthen my adaptability strategies to the students' backgrounds, especially those with especial educational needs in my community. With this aim in mind, I would like to tutor students groups from the English teaching training course who cannot afford a specialized practice at language labs and offer material needed to design their practice lessons. Furthermore, I hope to share this cultural exchange adventure to incite the community to get involved in cross cultural activities; in addition, this may help to lighten their close-minded stereotypes on American culture. I do not consider myself the best qualify applicant but I will certain represent my northwest Argentinian culture; moreover, I will perform according to the guidelines of the program and harness the offers of professional growing. The global goal is to achieve the understanding of a new culture, share my native language and its backgrounds, and to expand the idea of what is being an ESL teacher.
Hey guys! Could you revise my essay to FLEA Program? My deadline is next Friday. You will help me a lot to get this scholarship. Since childhood, I was told by many people what my limitations were. Their justification was the socioeconomic status of our family; my mother, and almost science education teacher and my father, an animal caretaker with whom I had an estranged relationship. By the time I was ten, a long-lasting summer rain deteriorated our home to the point we had to leave it. Thankfully, an aunt, a polite vice director and an uncle, an extrovert retired councilman invited us to stay with them. Such experience meant a moment of self-awareness about the lack of importance of material things and brought two of my most important role models. Both inspired me to be selfless and have empathy for people, no matter what their background was. In respond to their generosity, I always tried to have good grades and do run errands. By doing errands, I overcame my shyness talking with older people who advised me to value knowledge and share it; thanks to their lessons, I became much of a listener and observer which help me to convert my introversion into introspection. This quality allowed me to saw a bigger picture on the use of English language, my favorite subject since primary school, while others said it was unnecessary because we were not living in an English-speaking country, we used it to operate digital devices at home, play video games and understand signs in movies. It enhances my ability to read in my native language when watching subtitled movies. Compare song lyrics between the original and their translated versions was a really fun game. Since a long time, English turned out something I could own and share. At secondary school, my curiosity lend me to point in to extracurricular activities like theater, which took us to perform on the Province Theater Fest in three times; the Biology Club where we were the first of secondary level on our province to participate on the National Biology Olympics; the Student Body, to which I was candidate to president, I did not win for a few votes however I'm still collaborating as a delegate of my class until my senior year. Also, I attempted French, though our French teacher was not a trained one, she spends time in France working on the embassy bringing many stories about being abroad. Next year, our ESL Teacher came from Holland and had a great English but a rough Spanish. Nevertheless, she organized conversation sessions with people from Australia, New Zealand and EE.UP who came for tourism in our little town. These experiences gave us an insight on how our ways of living were different or very much alike among cultures. I decided I wanted to be an interpreter or a translator to connect people's cultures through language. Unfortunately, I could not afford college. The only option was the English teaching training course at the local High Education Institute. Enrollments on the course were not open for a year due to administration issues. Despite I was not convince becoming a teacher and people often told me I would not get my degree in that career, I wanted to keep my attention focus on something else than my parents' separation and a forced sabbatical year was not the ideal setting. I took dance lessons of Argentine folklore, Latin ballroom and oriental dances to keep myself busy. After sometimes I was asked to help beginners in the dance studios, and suddenly I was offered to instruct a Latin ballroom workshop and co direct a theater group at the county cultural center. This meant to work with people of different ages, levels and ways of learning. My time as a dance instructor and co-director improved my creativeness, patience and problem-solving methods with heterogeneous groups. It made myself aware of my potential teaching skills encouraging me to pursue an ESL teaching career. The day I started the teaching practice, the unexpected deaths of my father and aunt due to cardiac related diseases put me on an emotional state that I did not know how to give the lesson, it was too late to notify my absence and I could lose the chance to keep practicing. My partners hearten me to continue with the lesson, so I did it. During the summer I decided not to drop my studies. A successful practice on kindergarten, primary and secondary levels simultaneously and my first job at a rural primary school took place over the following year. While at work, I found multiple cases of kids with special educational needs as pathologies affecting their linguistic skills and learning acquisition for which I was not prepare on the teaching training course. Even it was their first time on ESL lessons. The other teachers overestimated their capacities to learn a new language; a challenge was in front of me after hearing their sayings which remind those times someone told what my limits were. The previous experiences I had aided me to use creativeness on lesson planning, respect their pace of learning, redesign activities according to their background, debate on their own development in class, immerse them into a cross-cultural environment and motivate their efforts as individuals resulting in positive feedback at the end of academic year. Sometimes it was hard without a mentor and no access to specific tools to fulfill all their needs, but may this granted me the chance to see beyond our limits. By applying, I aspire to acquire new techniques and methodologies to strengthen my adaptability strategies to the students' backgrounds, especially those with especial educational needs in my community. With this aim in mind, I would like to tutor students groups from the English teaching training course who cannot afford a specialized practice at language labs and offer material needed to design their practice lessons. Furthermore, I hope to share this cultural exchange adventure to incite the community to get involved in cross-cultural activities; in addition, this may help to lighten their close-minded stereotypes on American culture. I do not consider myself the best qualify applicant, but I will certainly represent my northwest Argentinian culture; moreover, I will perform according to the guidelines of the program and harness the offers of professional growing. The global goal is to achieve the understanding of a new culture, share my native language and its backgrounds, and to expand the idea of what is being an ESL teacher.
Since I was a kid, I have always been positive and seeking to try new experiences, understanding that only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved .Even if the outcome is not what you have expected, somehow later this is going to fit into your life as a lesson and experience that you will not consider a failure anymore. By always having a clear vision of future, I am sure it is all about the right decisions at the right time. They are the proof of a life lived correctly, a life full of opportunities which people sadly forget to appreciate and take advantage of. But not me. I'm a man with a goal and being a gainer of the Summer Institutes Program is the key from the door I have to open to be one step closer to my dream. I remember when I attended economy course for the first time in middle school. Although what we had learned was pretty basic, every kid in my class hated the course, as they found the curriculum hard, but I swallowed the chapters and the lectures enthusiastic to learn more. By attending a Private school, as I did, I had the opportunity to enjoy lessons possibly of the highest level in the country. Time spent in economy courses shaped me in the best way possible, so I have found my path in life and I knew that now I just need to follow it. Love for economy wasn't the only dream I was chasing from childhood but USA too. By attending this course, I opt to subject myself a whole new level of tutoring. I am still thirsty for knowledge and always being open for new experiences. As I will live on University Campus in dorms, I will get the true University experience by taking university-level classes in real campus buildings. As we are going to have visit to workplaces, I hope to see real professionals in the business world in action. Also it is a great opportunity for networking, since I will be able to meet professionals in the field I want to pursue, such as business in my case. Another reason why I would like to attend this camp is of course America. I have always found the USA to be the country I dream to live in. I was born in Moldova and I have been living here for the last 16 years of my life. From childhood I liked to watch cartoons and movies and when I have found that the most of them are shot in USA, I decided for myself that America is the place where I want to live. It is the country of possibilities and advantages to become great and to turn you dream into reality. So, when one of my friends told me about this camp I saw it as a gift. I knew that this is the place where need to go to take a further step for my future carrier. During the whole Summer Institute Program I hope to learn new skills that I can apply in my courses as well as extracurricular activities. Also I would like to build on what I know now, as well as take classes outside of your comfort zone. Also it is a great opportunity to try something new or something I hadn't opportunity to try in the past, because you don't receive grades there or you receive but nobody will see them as long as you don't want to. Right now, my main goal is to get out of my comfort zone with business courses. I already started learning Entrepreneurship in my school, I am incredibly passionate about economy and marketing, and I am blessed to be a student of the amazing masters from the "Orizont" High School. I think 2019 is the perfect year to work even harder, take part in the Economy Olympiad in my country, finally get a scholarship in one of the USA Boarding Schools' and learn and share experience while taking part into Sanford Pre-Collegiate Summer Institutes Program.
Since I was a kid, I have always been positive and seeking to try new experiences, understanding that only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. Even if the outcome is not what you have expected, somehow later this is going to fit into your life as a lesson and experience that you will not consider a failure anymore. By always having a clear vision of future, I am sure it is all about the right decisions at the right time. They are the proof of a life lived correctly, a life full of opportunities which people sadly forget to appreciate and take advantage of. But not me. I'm a man with a goal and being a gainer of the Summer Institutes Program is the key from the door I have to open to be one step closer to my dream. I remember when I attended economy course for the first time in middle school. Although what we had learned was pretty basic, every kid in my class hated the course, as they found the curriculum hard, but I swallowed the chapters and the lectures enthusiastic to learn more. By attending a Private school, as I did, I had the opportunity to enjoy lessons possibly of the highest level in the country. Time spent in economy courses shaped me in the best way possible, so I have found my path in life and I knew that now I just need to follow it. Love for economy wasn't the only dream I was chasing from childhood but USA too. By attending this course, I opt to subject myself a whole new level of tutoring. I am still thirsty for knowledge and always being open for new experiences. As I will live on University Campus in dorms, I will get the true University experience by taking university-level classes in real campus buildings. As we are going to have visit to workplaces, I hope to see real professionals in the business world in action. Also, it is a great opportunity for networking, since I will be able to meet professionals in the field I want to pursue, such as business in my case. Another reason why I would like to attend this camp is of course America. I have always found the USA to be the country I dream to live in. I was born in Moldova and I have been living here for the last 16 years of my life. From childhood, I liked to watch cartoons and movies and when I have found that the most of them are shot in the USA, I decided for myself that America is the place where I want to live. It is the country of possibilities and advantages to become great and to turn you dream into reality. So, when one of my friends told me about this camp I saw it as a gift. I knew that this is the place where need to go to take a further step for my future carrier. During the whole Summer Institute Program I hope to learn new skills that I can apply in my courses as well as extracurricular activities. Also, I would like to build on what I know now, as well as take classes outside your comfort zone. Also, it is a great opportunity to try something new or something I hadn't opportunity to try in the past, because you don't receive grades there, or you receive, but nobody will see them as long as you don't want to. Right now, my main goal is to get out of my comfort zone with business courses. I already started learning Entrepreneurship in my school, I am incredibly passionate about economy and marketing, and I am blessed to be a student of the amazing masters from the "Arizona" High School. I think 2019 is the perfect year to work even harder, take part in the Economy Olympiad in my country, finally get a scholarship in one of the USA Boarding Schools' and learn and share experience while taking part into Sanford Pre-Collegiate Summer Institutes Program.
In the future, I'd like to work in the biomedical field, either developing software for healthcare, or producing vital medications as a biochemical engineer. Biomedicine is of particular interest to me because I can channel creativity and a passion for science into meaningful technologies and processes, ultimately alleviating patients' suffering. I believe the initiatives offered at UW in CS and Chemical Engineering would best prepare me for these endeavours. For one, I can gain valuable job experience and connect with potential employers through co-op. Other programs like Research Fellows and Velocity also provide great opportunities for external research and innovation, allowing me to experiment and explore subjects I'm intrigued by. These resources, as well as options to specialize in biomechanics or AI, will enrich my education and make me a well-rounded candidate for biomedicine.
In the future, I'd like to work in the biomedical field, either developing software for healthcare, or producing vital medications as a biochemical engineer. Biomedicine is of particular interest to me because I can channel creativity and a passion for science into meaningful technologies and processes, ultimately alleviating patients' suffering. I believe the initiatives offered at UW in CS and Chemical Engineering would best prepare me for these endeavors. For one, I can gain valuable job experience and connect with potential employers through co-op. Other programs like Research Fellows and Velocity also provide great opportunities for external research and innovation, allowing me to experiment and explore subjects I'm intrigued by. These resources, as well as options to specialize in biomechanics or AI, will enrich my education and make me a well-rounded candidate for biomedicine.
I've recently applied to Princeton and was hoping for any opinions on this supplemental essay. I'm hoping to understand (i) Do I have a shot this year (ii) What adjustments could I make if I were to re-apply next year. Thank you in advance for your help! In his seminal 1976 paper, 'Econometric policy evaluation: a critique', Robert Lucas Jr. argued that traditional macro-econometric models, which relied entirely upon historical and aggregated data, failed to take into account how people's expectations changed as policy changed, thus rendering their ability to predict macroeconomic phenomena useless. More precisely, Lucas critiqued traditional macro-econometric models in their assumption that the parameters of the model are structural and policy-invariant, implying that there are structural trade-offs, for example between output and inflation, which policy can exploit. Lucas' critique, commonly referred to as the 'Lucas Critique', drove a paradigm shift in macroeconomic thinking that led to the eventual creation of "micro-founded" real business cycle, and thereafter, DSGE (dynamic stochastic general equilibrium) models - the latter of which incorporate Keynesian nominal rigidities. Instead of relying on highly aggregated parameters, these models are derived from considering and aggregating the objectives of individual economic agents (namely households and firms) who have "rational expectations" - that is, they make decisions based off of their expectations of the future, which are affected by government policy. These models have begun to influence, for the better, the way in which governments and central banks approach macroeconomic forecasting and policymaking. Lucas, to me, is inspirational not only because of the revolution in macroeconomic thinking he provoked but also because of the influence he has had on how I approach my studies and life in general. He made me aware that we, as people, often accept common wisdom as fact, and in turn, fail to make progress in understanding or bettering the world - instead, we often keep propagation of the alleged truths of the past. As a result, I have become far more cautious and sceptical of what I am taught and told; Lucas encouraged me to approach life in a philosophical manner: challenging, critiquing and carefully analysing everything I am presented with. Specifically, Lucas has prompted me to carefully look for unstated assumptions (upon which arguments depend), logical or propositional fallacies, and flaws in data analysis (similar to those Lucas outlined in his critique) in journals, books, and articles, as well as to frequently present challenges to theory which I am taught in my lessons. As well as making me more sceptical and questioning of the wider world and what others present me, Lucas encouraged me to be more rigorous in my own thought and argumentation. In my written subjects, even in simple classwork or essays, I frequently use precise, formal, and rigorous definitions and proofs to substantiate my argument, even if it is seemingly unnecessary for the purposes of an exam or exercise; similarly, in Mathematics, I compose my proofs as logical passages in sentence form, using theorems and lemmas, clearly conveying the argument which I'm trying to make, and taking precaution to lay out every step - even those that are seemingly trivial. Perhaps most importantly, Lucas showed me that in the same way that a challenge to the societal status quo, such as those made by Rosa Parks and Nelson Mandela, is necessary for society to progress, a radical change in thinking or a challenge of the underlying axioms of previously accepted theory is necessary for progress in academia to be made. And Lucas not only showed me that such radical changes in thinking are necessary, but also inspired me to pursue a career in Economics and, myself, attempt to deliver one and thus help advance our understanding of the world.
I've recently applied to Princeton and was hoping for any opinions on this supplemental essay. I'm hoping to understand (i) Do I have a shot this year (ii) What adjustments could I make if I were to re-apply next year. Thank you in advance for your help! In his seminal 1976 paper, 'Econometric policy evaluation: a critique', Robert Lucas Jr. argued that traditional macro-econometric models, which relied entirely upon historical and aggregated data, failed to take into account how people's expectations changed as policy changed, thus rendering their ability to predict macroeconomic phenomena useless. More precisely, Lucas critiqued traditional macro-econometric models in their assumption that the parameters of the model are structural and policy-invariant, implying that there are structural trade-offs, for example between output and inflation, which policy can exploit. Lucas' critique, commonly referred to as the 'Lucas Critique', drove a paradigm shift in macroeconomic thinking that led to the eventual creation of "micro-founded" real business cycle, and thereafter, DSE (dynamic stochastic general equilibrium) models - the latter of which incorporate Keynesian nominal rigidity. Instead of relying on highly aggregated parameters, these models are derived from considering and aggregating the objectives of individual economic agents (namely households and firms) who have "rational expectations" - that is, they make decisions based off of their expectations of the future, which are affected by government policy. These models have begun to influence, for the better, the way in which governments and central banks approach macroeconomic forecasting and policymaking. Lucas, to me, is inspirational not only because of the revolution in macroeconomic thinking he provoked but also because of the influence he has had on how I approach my studies and life in general. He made me aware that we, as people, often accept common wisdom as fact, and in turn, fail to make progress in understanding or bettering the world - instead, we often keep propagation of the alleged truths of the past. As a result, I have become far more cautious and skeptical of what I am taught and told; Lucas encouraged me to approach life in a philosophical manner: challenging, critiquing and carefully analyzing everything I am presented with. Specifically, Lucas has prompted me to carefully look for unstated assumptions (upon which arguments depend), logical or propositional fallacies, and flaws in data analysis (similar to those Lucas outlined in his critique) in journals, books, and articles, as well as to frequently present challenges to theory which I am taught in my lessons. As well as making me more skeptical and questioning of the wider world and what others present me, Lucas encouraged me to be more rigorous in my own thought and argumentation. In my written subjects, even in simple classwork or essays, I frequently use precise, formal, and rigorous definitions and proofs to substantiate my argument, even if it is seemingly unnecessary for the purposes of an exam or exercise; similarly, in Mathematics, I compose my proofs as logical passages in sentence form, using theorems and lemmas, clearly conveying the argument which I'm trying to make, and taking precaution to lay out every step - even those that are seemingly trivial. Perhaps most importantly, Lucas showed me that in the same way that a challenge to the societal status quo, such as those made by Rosa Parks and Nelson Mandela, is necessary for society to progress, a radical change in thinking or a challenge of the underlying axioms of previously accepted theory is necessary for progress in academia to be made. And Lucas not only showed me that such radical changes in thinking are necessary, but also inspired me to pursue a career in Economics and, myself, attempt to deliver one and thus help advance our understanding of the world.
Growing up, I lived in a small town, where a sense of community was not hard to be found. Living in a good community has helped me to be influenced greatly by those around me, I have gained knowledge from many people. My strong community became distinct when my mum became sick. During this time my dad had to balance going to work, looking after my siblings and I, as well as visiting my mum in the hospital. Members of our community were extremely helpful by looking after us while my dad was not home or simply sending cards showing their support. It was at this time in my life that I knew how important a strong sense of community is. Not only can they support you in difficult times, but they also have shaped me into the person I am today. (I feel as if I can maybe expand on some of the points and add more substance to it overall)
Growing up, I lived in a small town, where a sense of community was not hard to be found. Living in a good community has helped me to be influenced greatly by those around me, I have gained knowledge from many people. My strong community became distinct when my mum became sick. During this time my dad had to balance going to work, looking after my siblings and I, as well as visiting my mum in the hospital. Members of our community were extremely helpful by looking after us while my dad was not home or simply sending cards showing their support. It was at this time in my life that I knew how important a strong sense of community is. Not only can they support you in difficult times, but they also have shaped me into the person I am today. (I feel as if I can maybe expand on some points and add more substance to it overall)
I've always wanted to be an astronaut. I know, it sounds strange, as I am studying Diplomacy and International Services. But, I've been fascinated with space exploration. It is the aspect of discovery that I think leaves me engrossed every time. Here on earth, as I have yet not even able to reach beyond the sky, I've carried that exploration mindset. Living in a state of discovery has helped me reach the most important accomplishments of my life. During my internship at the Social Policy Coordination Cabinet of the Vice-presidency of the Dominican Republic, I was given assignments that meant being thrown into a complete unknown. With no clue how to proceed, as a 19-year-old doesn't normally write public policy for the State in her spare time, I jumped to a scary start. Reading, and performing research every day, I was able to discover different ways in which we live out and experience the social structure in all its dimensions, and how our interaction with it defines how close or far we are to reach a state of well-being. Doing so, allowed me to turn in my assignments successfully and exceed the expectations of those who gave them to me. Beyond intellectual theory, I carry my curiosity to the mundane. It is my fascination for the phenomena found in the everyday life that allows me to build with the resources around me, by enabling me to see them. UGRAD would be an incredible experience for me. On the academic side, I will be able to grow my love for research and, to extents that are not possible here, explore new concepts that will help me better understand social life, and all the ways in which can move things around in order to make it work better. On the mundane, experiencing a different culture, streets, and language, will allow me to learn more about aspects of the human experience that haven't been written about, but very much play a role in the way that we interact between communities. As an exchange student, I would go into the unknown. But my experiences have demonstrated that when thrown into a new environment, I'm able to thrive and make good use of my new findings to further our state as a whole. Being an exchange student it's like figuring out that your neighbor has very fertile soil on his backyard, so you go and plant him a beautiful garden; and when the flowers bloom, you take some and propagate them in your own home. Making two beautiful gardens out of a mind of discovery and good use of resources. I feel the opportunities I've had in my life have equipped me to fulfill my desire to find new things that I can use to create a community anew. Someday, I hope to do that on Mars, but as of now, a new country will do.
I've always wanted to be an astronaut. I know, it sounds strange, as I am studying Diplomacy and International Services. But, I've been fascinated with space exploration. It is the aspect of discovery that I think leaves me engrossed every time. Here on earth, as I have yet not even able to reach beyond the sky, I've carried that exploration mindset. Living in a state of discovery has helped me reach the most important accomplishments of my life. During my internship at the Social Policy Coordination Cabinet of the Vice-presidency of the Dominican Republic, I was given assignments that meant being thrown into a complete unknown. With no clue how to proceed, as a 19-year-old doesn't normally write public policy for the State in her spare time, I jumped to a scary start. Reading, and performing research every day, I was able to discover different ways in which we live out and experience the social structure in all its dimensions, and how our interaction with it defines how close or far we are to reach a state of well-being. Doing so, allowed me to turn in my assignments successfully and exceed the expectations of those who gave them to me. Beyond intellectual theory, I carry my curiosity to the mundane. It is my fascination for the phenomena found in the everyday life that allows me to build with the surrounding resources, by enabling me to see them. GRAD would be an incredible experience for me. On the academic side, I will be able to grow my love for research and, to extents that are not possible here, explore new concepts that will help me better understand social life, and all the ways in which can move things around in order to make it work better. On the mundane, experiencing a different culture, streets, and language, will allow me to learn more about aspects of the human experience that haven't been written about, but very much play a role in the way that we interact between communities. As an exchange student, I would go into the unknown. But my experiences have demonstrated that when thrown into a new environment, I'm able to thrive and make good use of my new findings to further our state as a whole. Being an exchange student it's like figuring out that your neighbor has very fertile soil on his backyard, so you go and plant him a beautiful garden; and when the flowers bloom, you take some and propagate them in your own home. Making two beautiful gardens out of a mind of discovery and good use of resources. I feel the opportunities I've had in my life have equipped me to fulfill my desire to find new things that I can use to create a community anew. Someday, I hope to do that on Mars, but as of now, a new country will do.
I really wanted to show my love for physics. I have written the essay the best I can but I just feel like something is missing or it hasn't the extra something. Any feedback, ANYTHING, is hugely appreciated. The essay: 10 hours a day seemed reasonable, 15 hours a day tolerable, but now 18 hours a day - UNACCEPTABLE. Power outage was a part of life here in Nepal, but 18 hours was too much. Watching T.V. became a rare pleasure. My childhood, in an instant, turned into a horror movie set. Nothing to watch, no siblings to talk to, I was miserable. That was when my father started bringing me books to read. I was tentative when he first handed me an illustrated edition of "The Hobbit". Having nothing better to do though, I slouched near the only torchlight that illuminated our room and dived my nose into the book. What started out as a way to squander time during power outage turned into a passion very quickly. Books became my friends - portals to new worlds. The magic in Harry Potter, the mysterious world in Redwall, the parallel realm in Caroline and Chronicles of Narnia: compared to these, the real world seemed dreary and bleak. The more works of fiction I read, the more I'd get pulled away from reality. I wanted to be a part of an escapade; I wanted to be thronged by wondrous creatures in surreal places. My desire of being part of some fantasy came true unbidden. In grade 4, a new chapter grassed its way in my Physics book: Astronomy. I wasn't fascinated by Physics up to that point. It was just another subject; it neither itched my imagination nor curiosity. Then the teacher started discussing about The Milky Way. Until that point, my universe only consisted of nine planets, the sun, and some stars (though I had no idea what they were). The conception of a heavenly entity besieged with stars and planets was alien to me. Huge spiraling arms consisting of billions of stars and planets (according to my teacher), it was something straight out of a fantasy book. I wanted to know more about these structures. How did they form? What makes it possible for them to stay "up there"? On my next visit to the bookstore, I bought an encyclopedia about space. It profoundly staggered me, and that's an understatement. Apparently, Milky Way was only one of the many billions of galaxies in the universe. White Dwarfs, Pulsars, Binary Stars: my tiny universe exploded in size overnight. I discovered that Physics is the alphabet through which the universe was written. Those superficially pointless formulas and laws were mirrors to capture the essence of the universe. Physics was not obsolete. Even I could contribute to this vast trove of knowledge. Like Frodo, I now had a tangible adventure to embark on, an adventure to solve the questions in Physics that plague us. Time dilation, action at a spooky distance, big bang, Schrödinger's cat, Heisenberg uncertainty principle: my world suddenly transmuted into something stranger than fiction. The mere act of converting the flow of water into electricity was magic at the highest level. Even the meaningless twinkling of stars started evoking wonder and fascination in me. From the evil black holes to the bright quasar, the night sky transformed itself into a treasure map inundated with lustrous treasure troves. The grueling nights I spent learning about the method of making a telescope, the frustration I felt when I couldn't grasp relativity and Maxwell's wave function, the lunch money I saved to buy "Lectures on Physics" by Richard Feynman, I don't rue them at all. I don't regret the sleepless nights I spent trying to figure out a way to make a time machine nor do I regret the summer holidays I wasted trying to make my own dynamo. "How?" and "Why?" always kept on fueling me. I, a mere composite of stardust, now want to pore over the thickest "fantasy" book in existence. The book of Universe, the book of the true nature of things, the book to rule them all.
I really wanted to show my love for physics. I have written the essay the best I can, but I just feel like something is missing, or it hasn't the extra something. Any feedback, ANYTHING, is hugely appreciated. The essay: 10 hours a day seemed reasonable, 15 hours a day tolerable, but now 18 hours a day - UNACCEPTABLE. Power outage was a part of life here in Nepal, but 18 hours was too much. Watching T.V. became a rare pleasure. My childhood, in an instant, turned into a horror movie set. Nothing to watch, no siblings to talk to, I was miserable. That was when my father started bringing me books to read. I was tentative when he first handed me an illustrated edition of "The Hobbit". Having nothing better to do though, I slouched near the only torchlight that illuminated our room and dived my nose into the book. What started out as a way to squander time during power outage turned into a passion very quickly. Books became my friends - portals to new worlds. The magic in Harry Potter, the mysterious world in Red wall, the parallel realm in Caroline and Chronicles of Narnia: compared to these, the real world seemed dreary and bleak. The more works of fiction I read, the more I'd get pulled away from reality. I wanted to be a part of an escapade; I wanted to be thronged by wondrous creatures in surreal places. My desire of being part of some fantasy came true unbidden. In grade 4, a new chapter grassed its way in my Physics book: Astronomy. I wasn't fascinated by Physics up to that point. It was just another subject; it neither itched my imagination nor curiosity. Then the teacher started discussing The Milky Way. Until that point, my universe only consisted of nine planets, the sun, and some stars (though I had no idea what they were). The conception of a heavenly entity besieged with stars and planets was alien to me. Huge spiraling arms consisting of billions of stars and planets (according to my teacher), it was something straight out of a fantasy book. I wanted to know more about these structures. How did they form? What makes it possible for them to stay "up there"? On my next visit to the bookstore, I bought an encyclopedia about space. It profoundly staggered me, and that's an understatement. Apparently, Milky Way was only one of the many billions of galaxies in the universe. White Dwarfs, Pulsars, Binary Stars: my tiny universe exploded in size overnight. I discovered that Physics is the alphabet through which the universe was written. Those superficially pointless formulas and laws were mirrors to capture the essence of the universe. Physics was not obsolete. Even I could contribute to this vast trove of knowledge. Like Frodo, I now had a tangible adventure to embark on, an adventure to solve the questions in Physics that plague us. Time dilation, action at a spooky distance, big bang, Schrödinger's cat, Heisenberg uncertainty principle: my world suddenly transmuted into something stranger than fiction. The mere act of converting the flow of water into electricity was magic at the highest level. Even the meaningless twinkling of stars started evoking wonder and fascination in me. From the evil black holes to the bright quasar, the night sky transformed itself into a treasure map inundated with lustrous treasure troves. The grueling nights I spent learning about the method of making a telescope, the frustration I felt when I couldn't grasp relativity and Maxwell's wave function, the lunch money I saved to buy "Lectures on Physics" by Richard Feynman, I don't rue them at all. I don't regret the sleepless nights I spent trying to figure out a way to make a time machine nor do I regret the summer holidays I wasted trying to make my own dynamo. "How?" and "Why?" always kept on fueling me. I, a mere composite of stardust, now want to pore over the thickest "fantasy" book in existence. The book of Universe, the book of the true nature of things, the book to rule them all.
Passionate and intrigued by the path of medicine, the vast amount of academic and professional opportunities that are available at Boston University are highly appealing to me. From programs such as the pre-medical tracks and focused pre-medical advising, Boston University is genuinely able to provide me with a focused and direct approach towards my passion and career. However, the strong community presence on campus at BU is what truly finalized my decision to apply. Ever since my freshman year in high school, I strove to connect myself with the Oak Park community, one that was foreign to me as an out-of-district student. The unique way in which I accomplished this personal goal was through participating and leading the Oak Park Broadcasting Club. Understanding the strong bond that people share with sports, I felt that I would be able to not only immerse myself into the local community, but assist others in doing so as well. At Oak Park, I was determined to build a strong and tight-knit community through the power of sports, and continue to do so as the President of Oak Park Broadcasting in my senior year. Being able to attend an institution that values community is what excites me most about attending Boston University. Allowing people to feel a part of a community is essential to promoting a successful and effective student experience. I feel that by bringing this unique approach to create an improved student life, I will be able to create a stronger community surrounding BU and maintain the tremendous amount of involvement in the campus that hosts over 34,000 students like me. With this said, I am thrilled to continue to promote a strong and unique community, while also participating in the rigorous academics and excellent research programs, at Boston University. I would really appreciate the feedback on the essay!!
Passionate and intrigued by the path of medicine, the vast amount of academic and professional opportunities that are available at Boston University are highly appealing to me. From programs such as the pre-medical tracks and focused pre-medical advising, Boston University is genuinely able to provide me with a focused and direct approach towards my passion and career. However, the strong community presence on campus at BU is what truly finalized my decision to apply. Ever since my freshman year in high school, I strove to connect myself with the Oak Park community, one that was foreign to me as an out-of-district student. The unique way in which I accomplished this personal goal was through participating and leading the Oak Park Broadcasting Club. Understanding the strong bond that people share with sports, I felt that I would be able to not only immerse myself into the local community, but assist others in doing so as well. At Oak Park, I was determined to build a strong and tight-knit community through the power of sports, and continue to do so as the President of Oak Park Broadcasting in my senior year. Being able to attend an institution that values community is what excites me most about attending Boston University. Allowing people to feel a part of a community is essential to promoting a successful and effective student experience. I feel that by bringing this unique approach to create an improved student life, I will be able to create a stronger community surrounding BU and maintain the tremendous amount of involvement in the campus that hosts over 34,000 students like me. With this said, I am thrilled to continue to promote a strong and unique community, while also participating in the rigorous academics and excellent research programs, at Boston University. I would really appreciate the feedback on the essay!!
(THE FORMER IS THE PROMPT) Having always had a passion for developing comprehension while having developed my own comprehension of this concept. As a result, I am a recognized tutor and leader within my school community and those surrounding. I have been able to use my experiences during tutoring to develop and apply analytical skills, introduce experiential learning, manage complex concepts, set and achieve goals as well as develop an understanding for commitment for my peers. At the start of my tutoring experience I pledged to commit to the requirements of a peers need over my own. With this commitment, my current schedule had to accommodate to my current peers demand. With the uncertainty of dates peers required help I was required to manage my current objectives and the possibility of new demands to successfully fulfill this commitment. While tutoring, I was able to drastically develop peers analytical skills. Additionally, I helped them perceive the importance of analytical skills in any career path by using their own experiences. I was able to develop their analytical skills by practicing word problems that applied to real life applications while providing the same analytical skills taught to help diagnose a problem when they would arise. Within weeks, my peers were able to demonstrate success of their newfound analytical skills when I introduced them to experiential learning. I would lead my peers into other group tutoring sessions that were organized by me to have them analyze their applications while helping others. While also teaching some peers skills mentioned in the former, I was able to have the experience of working directly as a computer science tutor. Both, in class and during pre-arranged tutoring sessions, I was able to apply similar methods of applied thinking to simplify complex concepts. Having introduced myself with two-dimensional arrays, I was able to use this opportunity to manage this seemingly complex topic by using comparative analysis and the prior experience that a peer had, to produce connections that supported their own decisions when writing their programs. I was able to help peers create not only their assigned work, but the ability to manage these complex topics from occurrences similar to this. A final contribution I have made is create an understanding of commitment for my peers. Having had many deterrents in my life I was able to speak from experience on the importance of commitment. I was able to demonstrate that commitment will produce results when applied in both school and outside struggles. This was done by persuasively communicating the long-term benefits that were not commonly conceived from an initial understanding.The impact of this conceptual understanding became apparent when I was approached by an ESL student who required assistance in his english course. I was able to implement an understanding that he-himself has accredited to his success in both his english studies and his personal conflicts as a foreigner. The leadership and commitment that I have demonstrated over several years has allowed me to demonstrate to myself that I can successfully apply these skills by dedicating myself in benefiting others and subsequently, myself. As a tutor I recognized this ability by demonstrating what the definition of an ivey student is through the action I have taken in peers struggles and the development of essential foundation for themselves to further their success, all while managing and developing an understanding of the need to act upon a peers. I am excited to be given an opportunity to further my contributions and the development of my own skills while completing my HBA degree.
(THE FORMER IS THE PROMPT) Having always had a passion for developing comprehension while having developed my own comprehension of this concept. As a result, I am a recognized tutor and leader within my school community and those surrounding. I have been able to use my experiences during tutoring to develop and apply analytical skills, introduce experiential learning, manage complex concepts, set and achieve goals as well as develop an understanding for commitment for my peers. At the start of my tutoring experience I pledged to commit to the requirements of a peers need over my own. With this commitment, my current schedule had to accommodate to my current peers demand. With the uncertainty of dates peers required help I was required to manage my current objectives and the possibility of new demands to successfully fulfill this commitment. While tutoring, I was able to drastically develop peers analytical skills. Additionally, I helped them perceive the importance of analytical skills in any career path by using their own experiences. I was able to develop their analytical skills by practicing word problems that applied to real life applications while providing the same analytical skills taught to help diagnose a problem when they would arise. Within weeks, my peers were able to demonstrate success of their newfound analytical skills when I introduced them to experiential learning. I would lead my peers into other group tutoring sessions that were organized by me to have them analyze their applications while helping others. While also teaching some peers skills mentioned in the former, I was able to have the experience of working directly as a computer science tutor. Both, in class and during pre-arranged tutoring sessions, I was able to apply similar methods of applied thinking to simplify complex concepts. Having introduced myself with two-dimensional arrays, I was able to use this opportunity to manage this seemingly complex topic by using comparative analysis and the prior experience that a peer had, to produce connections that supported their own decisions when writing their programs. I was able to help peers create not only their assigned work, but the ability to manage these complex topics from occurrences similar to this. A final contribution I have made is create an understanding of commitment for my peers. Having had many deterrents in my life I was able to speak from experience on the importance of commitment. I was able to demonstrate that commitment will produce results when applied in both school and outside struggles. This was done by persuasively communicating the long-term benefits that were not commonly conceived from an initial understanding. The impact of this conceptual understanding became apparent when I was approached by an ESL student who required assistance in his English course. I was able to implement an understanding that he-himself has accredited to his success in both his English studies and his personal conflicts as a foreigner. The leadership and commitment that I have demonstrated over several years has allowed me to demonstrate to myself that I can successfully apply these skills by dedicating myself in benefiting others and subsequently, myself. As a tutor I recognized this ability by demonstrating what the definition of an Iva student is through the action I have taken in peers struggles and the development of essential foundation for themselves to further their success, all while managing and developing an understanding of the need to act upon a peer. I am excited to be given an opportunity to further my contributions and the development of my own skills while completing my HBA degree.
Colorism, the bastard child of racism, clouds my sense and my self-worth, continuously robs me of confidence. From Nigeria to India, people of darker hues bear the labels of "lazy, unattractive, stupid", the prejudice taking the form of apprehensive side eyes, shorter-than-appropriate tempers, and dismissive hand waves. These prejudices don't manifest from the ashes left by hate, but from lack of representation. How can you cultivate your own sense of beauty and success when the people the surround you cultivate it for you? That's what happens every time a child of color turns on their television or scrolls through social media such as Instagram and Twitter. Characters with darker complexions frequently become the workers and house-help on children's TV shows, allowing little to no positive representation for children with cursed skin. As a result, young children, mainly young girls, succumb to the many products' and advertisements' promises of a more fulfilling life if they simply became shades lighter than a brown paper bag. And I hate it; I hate the powerlessness of it all. These children need role models, people they can aspire to be and Yale trains those future leaders. Joining clubs like Yale's Africa Business and Society and Yale Entrepreneurial Society would train and motivate me to achieve higher positions. Learning and working with the people I could meet at Yale will give me the confidence to break the mold around women of color entering business fields, to become the leader I needed growing up. That's the essay.
Colorism, the bastard child of racism, clouds my sense and my self-worth, continuously robs me of confidence. From Nigeria to India, people of darker hues bear the labels of "lazy, unattractive, stupid", the prejudice taking the form of apprehensive side eyes, shorter-than-appropriate tempers, and dismissive hand waves. These prejudices don't manifest from the ashes left by hate, but from lack of representation. How can you cultivate your own sense of beauty and success when the people the surround you cultivate it for you? That's what happens every time a child of color turns on their television or scrolls through social media such as Instagram and Twitter. Characters with darker complexions frequently become the workers and house-help on children's TV shows, allowing little to no positive representation for children with cursed skin. As a result, young children, mainly young girls, succumb to the many products' and advertisements' promises of a more fulfilling life if they simply became shades lighter than a brown paper bag. And I hate it; I hate the powerlessness of it all. These children need role models, people they can aspire to be and Yale trains those future leaders. Joining clubs like Yale's Africa Business and Society and Yale Entrepreneurial Society would train and motivate me to achieve higher positions. Learning and working with the people I could meet at Yale will give me the confidence to break the mold around women of color entering business fields, to become the leader I needed growing up. That's the essay.
Bearing this vision in mind, I sat down in front of my laptop - front frame case broken, duct tape applied where some of the keyboard keys had fallen off; I have had it for over five years now. I typed in the google search bar "most popular programming language" and, sure enough, dozens of results popped up, all pointing to "Python." "Should I learn this?" I hesitantly thought. Consequently, a wave of negative thoughts flooded my mind. This won't work out! Am I wasting my time? Should I focus on my academics instead? With these apprehensions still lingering, I went for it anyways. I have rarely been to a library as I consume most of my knowledge through the Internet, specifically from Youtube. If I have a question, I would opt to this site more than any other sources. This time was not any different. "Python tutorial for beginners." was the first video I watched. I was confused beyond the atmosphere. "Syntax, string, and module." It was all new vocabulary to me, who had learnt only conversational English, so far. These are all new words, new structures, and new rules, yet nostalgic. I pondered and I understood. It was much like learning verbal language. No wonder it's called a language! Python was a formidable foe to tame, needing conformity of exceptionally precise order and law. Mastering tabs and spaces between characters, system of commands and functions, and how they interconnect was no less challenging than learning a foreign tongue void of a dictionary. One blunder and an error thrown at my face; rearranging the entire code was not an uncommon occurrence for me. A big red "An error occurred while executing Python code" message was vexing, anguishing, and petrifying, all at the same time. After thousands of trial and error attempts, I finally got the gist of it. Suddenly, I found myself flying through the job. The frustration had turned into gratification before I realized it. The same old error message made me worked up - by virtue of excitement that lacked anxiety, almost like it was inviting me to a challenge: a challenge to create the most elegant solution. As if I were a wizard who has obtained the philosopher's stone, I had acquired an ability to build a castle in the air. By then, I knew the meaning of "Syntax, string, and module." However, a drop of water was never going to be enough in becoming the sea. Graduating from Youtube tutorial videos, I went on to read the official documentary for Python. I had been lied to. There was much more to the language, from countless modules to intricate frameworks. That's when I first knew about Django which is a web development framework that has all the tools I will ever needed. I fell in love with it. It trimmed down hundreds of lines of code to just a few. With some momentum, I had learned quite a few programming languages, with each and every one having its own unique strength and syntax. From a short code that performs data scraping to artificial intelligence that can learn to drive a car in a game, the things I can create only increased. Everything I learn is implemented into the site. I built the site in six different frameworks. Unfortunately, the website is not finished yet. There is still room for additional quirks; it is work in progress.
Bearing this vision in mind, I sat down in front of my laptop - front frame case broken, duct tape applied where some keyboard keys had fallen off; I have had it for over five years now. I typed in the Google search bar "most popular programming language" and, sure enough, dozens of results popped up, all pointing to "Python." "Should I learn this?" I hesitantly thought. Consequently, a wave of negative thoughts flooded my mind. This won't work out! Am I wasting my time? Should I focus on my academics instead? With these apprehensions still lingering, I went for it anyway. I have rarely been to a library as I consume most of my knowledge through the Internet, specifically from YouTube. If I have a question, I would opt to this site more than any other sources. This time was not any different. "Python tutorial for beginners." was the first video I watched. I was confused beyond the atmosphere. "Syntax, string, and module." It was all new vocabulary to me, who had learned only conversational English, so far. These are all new words, new structures, and new rules, yet nostalgic. I pondered and I understood. It was much like learning verbal language. No wonder it's called a language! Python was a formidable foe to tame, needing conformity of exceptionally precise order and law. Mastering tabs and spaces between characters, system of commands and functions, and how they interconnect was no less challenging than learning a foreign tongue void of a dictionary. One blunder and an error thrown at my face; rearranging the entire code was not an uncommon occurrence for me. A big red "An error occurred while executing Python code" message was vexing, anguishing, and petrifying, all at the same time. After thousands of trial and error attempts, I finally got the gist of it. Suddenly, I found myself flying through the job. The frustration had turned into gratification before I realized it. The same old error message made me worked up - by virtue of excitement that lacked anxiety, almost like it was inviting me to a challenge: a challenge to create the most elegant solution. As if I were a wizard who has obtained the philosopher's stone, I had acquired an ability to build a castle in the air. By then, I knew the meaning of "Syntax, string, and module." However, a drop of water was never going to be enough in becoming the sea. Graduating from YouTube tutorial videos, I went on to read the official documentary for Python. I had been lied to. There was much more to the language, from countless modules to intricate frameworks. That's when I first knew about Django which is a web development framework that has all the tools I will ever need. I fell in love with it. It trimmed down hundreds of lines of code to just a few. With some momentum, I had learned quite a few programming languages, with each one having its own unique strength and syntax. From a short code that performs data scraping to artificial intelligence that can learn to drive a car in a game, the things I can create only increased. Everything I learn is implemented into the site. I built the site in six different frameworks. Unfortunately, the website is not finished yet. There is still room for additional quirks; it is work in progress.
"We have been unable to contact your parents, Khalid. Your fees are a month overdue. You and your brother cannot attend school starting tomorrow unless this is resolved," she said. I nodded silently, unable to explain that both my parents had been in jail for the past month. I rushed home, skipping what was left of the school day, to continue what had become a ritual: crying, screaming, and sleeping on the floor beside my parents' unmade bed-hoping this would bring them back. I was sweaty, panicked, and drained of tears knowing the last remaining pillar of structure in my life, school, had crumbled. I entered my little brother's room; his face lit by the pulsating lights of a laptop, as he sat slouched and submerged in his video game. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn't blame him for choosing to escape to another world. I called my uncle, explaining what the administrative officer said. He assured me that Ma and Baba would return in a few days, just as he had yesterday and the day before. At fifteen, I couldn't understand what was going on. "Are we ever going back to school?" my brother mumbled, overhearing the call, while his eyes swelled with tears. At that moment, I felt that I failed as a brother. I didn't know the answer to his question, but I knew I had a responsibility to do something other than weep. The next morning, I put aside my despair and pursued the role of teacher myself. I downloaded syllabus material from our school's website and created a study plan. The problem was, I didn't know enough to teach; thankfully, we had some help: Google was our professor, Wikipedia our textbook, YouTube our lecturer, and Khan Academy our exam invigilator. Our lessons eventually became routine. We were not going let a lack of a school end our education. Diving into academics removed me from a bleak reality and helped me stay close with my brother, but I recognized I had to do much more for us. Our landlord demanded the overdue rent and our fridge looked empty. I couldn't rely on the generosity of our extended family members forever. With my pre-existing skills in graphic design, I took on freelancing. Online, nobody cared that I was a ninth-grader from Bangladesh without job experience; if they liked my work, they paid. Soon, I discovered the highest paying work typically required coding knowledge. Although I was initially learning to program out of financial need, I came to love the work. Far more difficult than I anticipated, software development challenged me with problems; problems that I had control over and could solve, unlike those with my family. The pay wasn't much, but it kept the lights-and more importantly, the router-on. Still, sometimes I failed to find work, meet the deadline for the water bill, or properly clean the air-conditioner-there was a lot to adulting. But every day we had something to eat and enough 'schoolwork' to keep us distracted-that alone kept me content. For the next few months, this was our life. Then, I received a call from my father. "I'm sorry," said the familiar voice. Overwhelmed, I couldn't breathe; they were coming home. All the emotions I've been suppressing came out in full force when I saw them again. As the family reunited, it was apparent that those six months had taken a toll on all of us. My parents, whose businesses had withered away, decided to set up a new life in Malaysia. Everything had changed. Yet, I'm partly grateful for this experience. Self-reliance, discipline, mental fortitude, autodidactism, coding, teaching-these skills continue to define who I am and what I do. But I only possess them because of the light that accessible education brought during my darkest times. That's why I decided to commit my life to further the spread of education.
"We have been unable to contact your parents, Khalid. Your fees are a month overdue. You and your brother cannot attend school starting tomorrow unless this is resolved," she said. I nodded silently, unable to explain that both my parents had been in jail for the past month. I rushed home, skipping what was left of the school day, to continue what had become a ritual: crying, screaming, and sleeping on the floor beside my parents' unmade bed-hoping this would bring them back. Furthermore, I was sweaty, panicked, and drained of tears knowing the last remaining pillar of structure in my life, school, had crumbled. Furthermore, I entered my little brother's room; his face lit by the pulsating lights of a laptop, as he sat slouched and submerged in his video game. Furthermore, I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn't blame him for choosing to escape to another world. Furthermore, I called my uncle, explaining what the administrative officer said. He assured me that Ma and Baba would return in a few days, just as he had yesterday and the day before. At fifteen, I couldn't understand what was going on. "Are we ever going back to school?" my brother mumbled, overhearing the call, while his eyes swelled with tears. At that moment, I felt that I failed as a brother. I didn't know the answer to his question, but I knew I had a responsibility to do something other than weep. The next morning, I put aside my despair and pursued the role of teacher myself. I downloaded syllabus material from our school's website and created a study plan. The problem was, I didn't know enough to teach; thankfully, we had some help: Google was our professor, Wikipedia our textbook, YouTube our lecturer, and Khan Academy our exam invigilator. Our lessons eventually became routine. We were not going let a lack of a school end our education. Diving into academics removed me from a bleak reality and helped me stay close with my brother, but I recognized I had to do much more for us. Our landlord demanded the overdue rent and our fridge looked empty. I couldn't rely on the generosity of our extended family members forever. With my pre-existing skills in graphic design, I took on freelancing. Online, nobody cared that I was a ninth-grader from Bangladesh without job experience; if they liked my work, they paid. Soon, I discovered the highest paying work typically required coding knowledge. Although I was initially learning to program out of financial need, I came to love the work. Far more difficult than I anticipated, software development challenged me with problems; problems that I had control over and could solve, unlike those with my family. The pay wasn't much, but it kept the lights-and more importantly, the router-on. Still, sometimes I failed to find work, meet the deadline for the water bill, or properly clean the air-conditioner-there was a lot to adulting. But every day we had something to eat and enough 'schoolwork' to keep us distracted-that alone kept me content. For the next few months, this was our life. Then, I received a call from my father. "I'm sorry," said the familiar voice. Overwhelmed, I couldn't breathe; they were coming home. All the emotions I've been suppressing came out in full force when I saw them again. As the family reunited, it was apparent that those six months had taken a toll on all of us. My parents, whose businesses had withered away, decided to set up a new life in Malaysia. Everything had changed. Yet, I'm partly grateful for this experience. Self-reliance, discipline, mental fortitude, autodidactism, coding, teaching-these skills continue to define who I am and what I do. But I only possess them because of the light that accessible education brought during my darkest times. That's why I decided to commit my life to further the spread of education.
27.5.15Finals of the Millenium Dubai Inter-School Basketball Tournament.4th quarter, 3 minutes on the game clock.Time was of the essence; we felt the pressure as drops of sweat hit the concrete floor. We were against the best basketball team in Dubai, this being our third time facing off against this particular team. Scores like 60-17 and 51-23 surged through my head; they had won the previous games by a large margin, and we were bruised emotionally. As captain, I knew I had to rise to the occasion. At 14, blessed with a height of 6'1 and skills not many players had. But with these abilities came greater responsibilities. Every day I woke up at 4:00 am and started practicing with the team an hour later. A minute late to practice, I was gifted with an extra mile of running. My asthma was not a pass from hard work, and anyone around me could hear my lungs gasping for air during practice. Endurance wasn't my favorite word, it dismantled me, but it taught me valuable lessons. On the day of the finals, My task was to guard the fastest player on our opponent's team, nicknamed "The Flash". Ironic, as I was the slowest player in my team. I was gifted with skills, driving in and a good mid-range shooting form, but not speed. Even though we were determined to win, the game was off to a bad start and the score was 30-9 in their favor. We had to pull off nothing short of a miracle in the next 17 minutes. I knew this was the time to make every sacrifice count. Our opponents were brimming with overconfidence from their previous victories, and we slowly capitalized the weak points they exposed in their carelessness. Running back and forth after every interception and turnover in the 28-meter long basketball court seemed natural. I drew energy from the toil. We implemented the full-court press, the extremely demanding task of man-man defense from their baseline. I was bleary-eyed, but with the fire inside us, outstanding teamwork and skill, we played like a ferocious storm At last, the fruit for all our dreaded efforts- we tied them with 20 seconds to spare. The crowd was on its feet, the champions for the three consecutive years were about to be overthrown by us. With 10 seconds to spare, ecstatic and so close to victory, I accidentally fouled "The Flash" when he was driving in for a crossover. I stood motionless as the referee signaled for a freethrow. Essentially, a "free point" presented to them on a golden platter, along with the championship because of my erratic mistake. Now it was the third consecutive time we lost to them. I contributed 43 points to my team that match. It basically meant nothing in the end. I had let down my school, and more importantly my teammates and my coach. Mentally and physically broken, we boarded the bus back down. Our coach was rarely pleased. Even when we would win, he'd have a blank, emotionless face. Considering this, I was surprised to hear what he said next. With his 40 years of basketball coaching experience he told us in his eyes we had lost the match, but won in the long run. I did not get what he meant then, but the next time we met our phenomenal opponents, we beat them with a score difference so large that the crowd forgot about the previous matches that we lost to them. I realized that losing a couple of times even after working so hard just builds you up piece by piece for the victory ahead. It's okay to lose. Losing teaches you something. Having to try and go through the trials and tribulations to actually overcome, to get there to win, that's what makes life interesting.
27.5.15Finals of the Millennium Dubai Inter-School Basketball Tournament.4th quarter, 3 minutes on the game clock. Time was of the essence; we felt the pressure as drops of sweat hit the concrete floor. We were against the best basketball team in Dubai, this being our third time facing off against this particular team. Scores like 60-17 and 51-23 surged through my head; they had won the previous games by a large margin, and we were bruised emotionally. As captain, I knew I had to rise to the occasion. At 14, blessed with a height of 6'1 and skills not many players had. But with these abilities came greater responsibilities. Every day I woke up at 4:00 am and started practicing with the team an hour later. A minute late to practice, I was gifted with an extra mile of running. My asthma was not a pass from hard work, and anyone around me could hear my lungs gasping for air during practice. Endurance wasn't my favorite word, it dismantled me, but it taught me valuable lessons. On the day of the finals, My task was to guard the fastest player on our opponent's team, nicknamed "The Flash". Ironic, as I was the slowest player in my team. I was gifted with skills, driving in and a good mid-range shooting form, but not speed. Even though we were determined to win, the game was off to a bad start and the score was 30-9 in their favor. We had to pull off nothing short of a miracle in the next 17 minutes. I knew this was the time to make every sacrifice count. Our opponents were brimming with overconfidence from their previous victories, and we slowly capitalized the weak points they exposed in their carelessness. Running back and forth after every interception and turnover in the 28-meter-long basketball court seemed natural. I drew energy from the toil. We implemented the full-court press, the extremely demanding task of man-man defense from their baseline. I was bleary-eyed, but with the fire inside us, outstanding teamwork and skill, we played like a ferocious storm At last, the fruit for all our dreaded efforts-we tied them with 20 seconds to spare. The crowd was on its feet, the champions for the three consecutive years were about to be overthrown by us. With 10 seconds to spare, ecstatic and so close to victory, I accidentally fouled "The Flash" when he was driving in for a crossover. I stood motionless as the referee signaled for a free throw. Essentially, a "free point" presented to them on a golden platter, along with the championship because of my erratic mistake. Now it was the third consecutive time we lost to them. I contributed 43 points to my team that match. It basically meant nothing in the end. I had let down my school, and more importantly my teammates and my coach. Mentally and physically broken, we boarded the bus back down. Our coach was rarely pleased. Even when we would win, he'd have a blank, emotionless face. Considering this, I was surprised to hear what he said next. With his 40 years of basketball coaching experience he told us in his eyes we had lost the match, but won in the long run. I did not get what he meant then, but the next time we met our phenomenal opponents, we beat them with a score difference so large that the crowd forgot about the previous matches that we lost to them. I realized that losing a couple of times even after working so hard just builds you up piece by piece for the victory ahead. It's okay to lose. Losing teaches you something. Having to try and go through the trials and tribulations to actually overcome, to get there to win, that's what makes life interesting.
Out of all the needs in the community, illiteracy is the most obstacle that need to be encountered. People in today's world are not aware about the technological progress in the holistic world. Most of them, if not all, don't know the basic rules of mathematics, the numbers, how to read a newspaper because of lacking the comprehensive skills, and how to write letters. Consequently, this will lead to facing tough situations like to be not able to speak in front of peoples because the don't know much words and how to create sentences. Hence, an action must be taken. I am used to read every day's newspaper, one day -Sep 9, 2014- I noticed this notion in EGYPTIAN STREETS site which says " over quarter of Egyptian population is illiterate; 18.5% of males and 33.6% of females can't nether write nor read. I couldn't trust the site at the beginning, but when I was with Resala charity team in garment campaign, I witnessed dozens of thousands of people coming to get some clothes for their children. I asked two or three of them bout their financial situations, there were answering the same response: "we didn't get the proper education, as a result we can't find jobs." I thought about that a lot and finally, I decided to make an education club for all illiterate people for free with my colleagues. We were 20 individuals in this revolution against illiteracy, small number but influential and effective. We began searching for well and wide place, so we can spread our help to large number as we can. To convince people about this place we needed trusted and known charities like Resala, so we engaged with them to attract people. They were pretty kind with us as they appreciated our curious to solve a grand challenge in Egypt. After all, we needed to advertise our work, here my role comes. I was the head of media in our team "Maraya", as I was responsible for the evaluation of the tasks' ideas. I also participated in doing more than half of the designs. Literally, a lot of obstacles had faced us including: the money for the rent place we chose, official acceptance from ministry of interior, and a trusting of the parents of the illiterate children -we were targeting all illiterates but the objective was the young-minds. I will talk about the most difficult which is money. Almost all of us were 16 years old, so we didn't have sufficient budget to do all the plans we put. From one side, our families were well-contributors for us, they were doing all what they can to help. From the other, we were working in the evening in restaurants or cafes. It took about on year of working and saving money, until we began our project in 2017 with good budget. It was tough as we were balancing between the school and the work, but we succeeded in encountering this obstacle and achieve our goal. The best outcome is we helped our nation to be better and solve an obstacle by ambitious adolescents. All people that entered our club benefited and got the proper education that they lacked in the past. Most of them advertised our project to their cousins, neighbors, and friends. As the project became popular, we must wide it so we needed to hire talented individuals to help us including: HR, FR, OC, and Media. Fortunately, it was a piece of cake, as we found a lot of people wanted to participate. I noticed that when I made the hiring form on our page on the Facebook. Dozens of people signed and showed a good experience in the past with previous teams. The precious lessons we learned are a lot, we learned how to collaborate and make team, marketing skills, how to be patient with people who don't have knowledge, and how to plan and take decisions. All in all, we can't and shouldn't overlook the myriad of advantages that we gained, and we thank god as nothing from our plan result in unfavorable ramifications.
Out of all the needs in the community, illiteracy is the most obstacle that need to be encountered. People in today's world are not aware about the technological progress in the holistic world. Most of them, if not all, don't know the basic rules of mathematics, the numbers, how to read a newspaper because of lacking the comprehensive skills, and how to write letters. Consequently, this will lead to facing tough situations like to be not able to speak in front of peoples because they don't know many words and how to create sentences. Hence, an action must be taken. I am used to reading every day's newspaper, one day -Sep 9, 2014- I noticed this notion in EGYPTIAN STREETS site which says" over quarter of Egyptian population is illiterate; 18.5% of males and 33.6% of females can't nether write nor read. I couldn't trust the site at the beginning, but when I was with Resale charity team in garment campaign, I witnessed dozens of thousands of people coming to get some clothes for their children. Furthermore, I asked two or three of them bout their financial situations, there were answering the same response: "we didn't get the proper education, as a result we can't find jobs." I thought about that a lot and finally, I decided to make an education club for all illiterate people for free with my colleagues. We were 20 individuals in this revolution against illiteracy, small number but influential and effective. We began searching for well and wide place, so we can spread our help to large number as we can. To convince people about this place we needed to be trusted and known charities like Resale, so we engaged with them to attract people. They were pretty kind to us as they appreciated our curious to solve a grand challenge in Egypt. After all, we needed to advertise our work, here my role comes. I was the head of media in our team "Malaya", as I was responsible for the evaluation of the tasks' ideas. I also participated in doing more than half of the designs. Literally, a lot of obstacles had faced us including: the money for the rent place we chose, official acceptance from ministry of interior, and a trusting of the parents of the illiterate children -we were targeting all illiterates, but the objective was the young-minds. I will talk about the most difficult which is money. Almost all of us were 16 years old, so we didn't have sufficient budget to do all the plans we put. From one side, our families were well-contributors for us, they were doing all what they can to help. From the other, we were working in the evening in restaurants or cafés. It took about on year of working and saving money, until we began our project in 2017 with good budget. It was tough as we were balancing between the school and the work, but we succeeded in encountering this obstacle and achieve our goal. The best outcome is we helped our nation to be better and solve an obstacle by ambitious adolescents. All people that entered our club benefited and got the proper education that they lacked in the past. Most of them advertised our project to their cousins, neighbors, and friends. As the project became popular, we must bide it, so we needed to hire talented individuals to help us to include: HR, FR, OC, and Media. Fortunately, it was a piece of cake, as we found a lot of people wanted to participate. I noticed that when I made the hiring form on our page on the Facebook. Dozens of people signed and showed a good experience in the past with previous teams. The precious lessons we learned are a lot, we learned how to collaborate and make team, marketing skills, how to be patient with people who don't have knowledge, and how to plan and take decisions. All in all, we can't and shouldn't overlook the myriad of advantages that we gained, and we thank god as nothing from our plan result in unfavorable ramifications.
One of the moments I experienced a tremendous surge of culture was when I attended my first Pride Parade in Vancouver. Having grown up in a religious household, I was apprehensive about telling my parents where I was going; as I left, dressed in a bright pink tank top and a pair of blue shorts that rested just above my knee, I said I was simply going to the beach. On the skytrain ride to downtown Vancouver, I sat across from a balding man with a short beard, which had a few grey hairs scattered throughout. He was dressed in women's clothes and was clearly headed to the parade as his beard was decorated with iridescent glitter. He wore thigh-high heels with criss-crossed laces, a leather mini skirt over a pair of ripped cheetah-print leggings, and draped over his bare shoulders was a turquoise feather boa. The delicate manner in which he positioned his body was Michelangelesque, from his elegantly crossed legs to his chin which jutted out, exuding a certain confidence. As I stepped off the train, I watched as he strutted away, his hips swaying. This marked the first of many fascinating encounters. I would meet a Ukrainian man whose body was decorated with ink. When I asked him about the most prominent tattoo on his chest, what looked like a series of nogs, he responded that it was an X-ray of his seven-year-old daughter's jaw. Each encounter was a vastly different story, waiting to be told. Nearly everyone came from a unique background, yet they were all unified under the common desire for equality. This was my escape from the routine days at home. When it came time for the parade, I stood at the top of a hill, watching the myriad rainbow flags and floats parade by. I was surrounded by the hoots and hollers of the proud LGBTQ community and eventually, I gave in, my body taken over by a force unbeknownst to me as I laughed and danced absentmindedly with the people around me. A familiar figure approached and began dancing with me, moving his arms and legs in an erratic, yet elegant manner. It was the man from the skytrain. After a while, when exhaustion, combined with the sweltering sun hit, we sat on the hill and struck up a conversation. He told me about his experience coming out and how his family had initially alienated him as back then, little was known about the LGBTQ community and homosexuality was regarded as a shameful lifestyle. Fortunately, as times changed, he was able to reconnect with his family. He said he wouldn't change his experience in any way. During his time alone, he found a community that had accepted him, one that was composed of people-some eccentric, others not-who, like him, had to choose their own family, the people they surrounded themselves with who would love them unconditionally. When night fell upon us, I commuted home, thinking about what the man had said: how scary it can be to come out to the people you've known your whole life, not knowing whether they will still regard you as the same person before you uttered the words, "I'm gay." But there will always be a community, a culture, a family away from home, that will embrace you for who you are-that day at the parade was evidence. To see the diversity of the LGBTQ community, from the drag queens to the everyday queer folk, combined in a singular afternoon brought me inspiration: in such a diverse world of artists, scholars, and thinkers, there are so many reasons for us to be divided. But when we are unified under the same goal-to find a family, a place to belong, love-we find a community, a culture of acceptance and tolerance. That's when our lives become meaningful.
One of the moments I experienced a tremendous surge of culture was when I attended my first Pride Parade in Vancouver. Having grown up in a religious household, I was apprehensive about telling my parents where I was going; as I left, dressed in a bright pink tank top and a pair of blue shorts that rested just above my knee, I said I was simply going to the beach. On the sky train ride to downtown Vancouver, I sat across from a balding man with a short beard, which had a few gray hairs scattered throughout. He was dressed in women's clothes and was clearly headed to the parade as his beard was decorated with iridescent glitter. He wore thigh-high heels with crisscrossed laces, a leather mini skirt over a pair of ripped cheetah-print leggings, and draped over his bare shoulders was a turquoise feather boa. The delicate manner in which he positioned his body was Michelangelesque, from his elegantly crossed legs to his chin which jutted out, exuding a certain confidence. As I stepped off the train, I watched as he strutted away, his hips swaying. This marked the first of many fascinating encounters. I would meet a Ukrainian man whose body was decorated with ink. When I asked him about the most prominent tattoo on his chest, what looked like a series of dogs, he responded that it was an X-ray of his seven-year-old daughter's jaw. Each encounter was a vastly different story, waiting to be told. Nearly everyone came from a unique background, yet they were all unified under the common desire for equality. This was my escape from the routine days at home. When it came time for the parade, I stood at the top of a hill, watching the myriad rainbow flags and floats parade by. I was surrounded by the hoots and hollers of the proud LGBTQ community and eventually, I gave in, my body taken over by a force unbeknownst to me as I laughed and danced absentmindedly with the people around me. A familiar figure approached and began dancing with me, moving his arms and legs in an erratic, yet elegant manner. It was the man from the sky train. After a while, when exhaustion, combined with the sweltering sun hit, we sat on the hill and struck up a conversation. He told me about his experience coming out and how his family had initially alienated him as back as, little was known about the LGBTQ community and homosexuality was regarded as a shameful lifestyle. Fortunately, as times changed, he was able to reconnect with his family. He said he wouldn't change his experience in any way. During his time alone, he found a community that had accepted him, one that was composed of people-some eccentric, others not-who, like him, had to choose their own family, the people they surrounded themselves with who would love them unconditionally. When night fell upon us, I commuted home, thinking about what the man had said: how scary it can be to come out to the people you've known your whole life, not knowing whether they will still regard you as the same person before you uttered the words, "I'm gay." But there will always be a community, a culture, a family away from home, that will embrace you for whom you are-that day at the parade was evidence. To see the diversity of the LGBTQ community, from the drag queens to the everyday queer folk, combined in a singular afternoon brought me inspiration: in such a diverse world of artists, scholars, and thinkers, there are so many reasons for us to be divided. But when we are unified under the same goal-to find a family, a place to belong, love-we find a community, a culture of acceptance and tolerance. That's when our lives become meaningful.
Thank you in advance to anyone who may answer this; any feedback would be wonderful! I would like to get an undergraduate degree in engineering and work towards a p.Eng while gaining hands-on experience in the industry. I feel that Waterloo Engineering's cohort program will help me build connections and community with my peers, even with the relatively large class. While I am stronger in my math and science courses, I am more interested in the design and human aspects of engineering. System Design Engineering's breadth of disciplines along with Waterloo's range of co-op opportunities will allow me to build important people-centred skills, while giving me a solid technical foundation for the future, where I wish to focus on product design in the healthcare industry, or complex systems such as in transportation. I also applied to Management, which deals with optimizing these very complex systems, but more on the business and economic aspects, as opposed to design. (891 characters)
Thank you in advance to anyone who may answer this; any feedback would be wonderful! I would like to get an undergraduate degree in engineering and work towards a p. Eng while gaining hands-on experience in the industry. I feel that Waterloo Engineering's cohort program will help me build connections and community with my peers, even with the relatively large class. While I am stronger in my math and science courses, I am more interested in the design and human aspects of engineering. System Design Engineering's breadth of disciplines along with Waterloo's range of co-op opportunities will allow me to build important people-centric skills, while giving me a solid technical foundation for the future, where I wish to focus on product design in the healthcare industry, or complex systems such as in transportation. I also applied to Management, which deals with optimizing these very complex systems, but more on the business and economic aspects, as opposed to design. (891 characters)
PromptDescribe an instance where you had to be a leader in your community.What did you learn about yourself and your capacity to create change?. When I was elected president of the student center it was a challenge, first because of the trust the entire student body gave me and second because I would be the principal of an entire school. I had the opportunity to participate in several camps where I met other student leaders from all over Paraguay with whom I could share ideas and learn from them. In addition, we all had something in common, the desire to improve the country. My experience in the student center was magnificent, I learned to work in a team, to delegate tasks, I realized that each one of us is different and that there are all kinds of personalities; also, It helped myself notoriously in my interpersonal skills and in my formation as a leader. There I realized the reality in which we live, what needs to be done in our country, whether in education or in other aspects, I realized that change is first in ourselves and then we become multiplying agents, sharing teachings and supporting each other. From the moment on, I dedicated myself to participate in as many courses as possible and to take advantage of the opportunities presented to me. But, just as I had good experiences in the student center, I was also part of other organizations in which I did not have such pleasant experienced formed me as a person. We had two great activities: the end-of-year trip and our prom party, It was not easy to lead the group, I stumbled but I went ahead and I can say with joy that we achieved the goal. As in any other group, there were discomforts and disagreements on some sides towards others, But I was able to handle difficult situations effectively with calm and tolerance I think I have the capacity to create change because I already take it to action, for example with a group called "Voluntad Bogadense" we are collecting toys for poor children as a gift from The three kings. I love to make others happy through my actions, encourage yourselves to look for a spark of hope where all the darkness seems to absorb you, use the light you always have to help. The phrase "Leadership is the art of getting someone else to do something you want donde because he wants to do it" It reminds me of the encouragement our peers need to achieve their goals. It's incredible how words help in the personal improvement of each one, we must value our collaborators and listen to their opinions because a good leader does not government in its team but motivates and accompanies it.
PromptDescribe an instance where you had to be a leader in your community. What did you learn about yourself and your capacity to create change?. When I was elected president of the student center it was a challenge, first because of the trust the entire student body gave me and second because I would be the principal of an entire school. I had the opportunity to participate in several camps where I met other student leaders from all over Paraguay with whom I could share ideas and learn from them. In addition, we all had something in common, the desire to improve the country. My experience in the student center was magnificent, I learned to work in a team, to delegate tasks, I realized that each one of us is different and that there are all kinds of personalities; also, It helped myself notoriously in my interpersonal skills and in my formation as a leader. There I realized the reality in which we live, what needs to be done in our country, whether in education or in other aspects, I realized that change is first in ourselves, and then we become multiplying agents, sharing teachings and supporting each other. From the moment on, I dedicated myself to participate in as many courses as possible and to take advantage of the opportunities presented to me. But, just as I had good experiences in the student center, I was also part of other organizations in which I did not have such pleasant experienced formed me as a person. We had two great activities: the end-of-year trip and our prom party, It was not easy to lead the group, I stumbled, but I went ahead, and I can say with joy that we achieved the goal. As in any other group, there were discomforts and disagreements on some sides towards others, But I was able to handle difficult situations effectively with calm and tolerance I think I have the capacity to create change because I already take it to action, for example with a group called "Voluntary Boga dense" we are collecting toys for poor children as a gift from The three kings. I love to make others happy through my actions, encourage yourselves to look for a spark of hope where all the darkness seems to absorb you, use the light you always have to help. The phrase "Leadership is the art of getting someone else to do something you want done because he wants to do it" It reminds me of the encouragement our peers need to achieve their goals. It's incredible how words help in the personal improvement of each one, we must value our collaborators and listen to their opinions because a good leader does not government in its team but motivates and accompanies it.
Dragging my overworked self to my car after finishing a prolonged day of school, I grab my car keys from my side pocket of my backpack. I twirl them around my finger while dreading about my upcoming SAT practice tests, couple of AP essays and exams, and my college essays. I drive home pondering and organizing all my thoughts into an ideal schedule that I try to abide by. By the time I get home, I'm on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Like a paperclip exposed to a powerful magnet, I feel a strong urge to crash into bed and take what I think is a power nap, but in reality it's me snoozing for roughly two to three hours. I have been known to be an avid sleeper and my sleeping habits have notoriously followed me all throughout high school. I was aware of myself wasting my precious time on fruitless slumber, when I could've been working and catching up on my AP schedule. So, to try to get away from my obsession of lethargy, I offer myself a distraction- a hobby of playing piano. After school, I am excited to go home and attempt some of my favorite songs that I have been yearning to play all day. On my bench in front of the piano, I spend over an hour everyday practicing alone, honing my skills learning songs that I adore and wholesomely enjoy. From an hour of designated practice of a hobby that I fully embrace, I start my afternoon with a mindset of being proactive. Like replenishing a life in a game, I start my afternoon full of zeal and vitality. I head upstairs feeling pumped and ready to do some work. I'm always determined to accomplish more than what I've finished at school. From finishing a couple of SAT sections to writing an essay for AP World, I end my day feeling triumphant over my day.
Dragging my overworked self to my car after finishing a prolonged day of school, I grab my car keys from my side pocket of my backpack. I twirl them around my finger while dreading about my upcoming SAT practice tests, a couple of AP essays and exams, and my college essays. I drive home pondering and organizing all my thoughts into an ideal schedule that I try to abide by. By the time I get home, I'm on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Like a paperclip exposed to a powerful magnet, I feel a strong urge to crash into bed and take what I think is a power nap, but in reality it's me snoozing for roughly two to three hours. I have been known to be an avid sleeper and my sleeping habits have notoriously followed me all throughout high school. I was aware of myself wasting my precious time on fruitless slumber, when I could've been working and catching up on my AP schedule. So, to try to get away from my obsession of lethargy, I offer myself a distraction- a hobby of playing piano. After school, I am excited to go home and attempt some of my favorite songs that I have been yearning to play all day. On my bench in front of the piano, I spend over an hour every day practicing alone, honing my skills learning songs that I adore and wholesomely enjoy. From an hour of designated practice of a hobby that I fully embrace, I start my afternoon with a mindset of being proactive. Like replenishing a life in a game, I start my afternoon full of zeal and vitality. I head upstairs feeling pumped and ready to do some work. I'm always determined to accomplish more than what I've finished at school. From finishing a couple of SAT sections to writing an essay for AP World, I end my day feeling triumphant over my day.
For many years, consuming alcohol was an accepted practice in many households. There was a time when it was so mainstream that many people consumed alcohol during work as a way to create social bonds or to push a sales deal to the final signature. It was part of the culture. Even advertisers portrayed it as a way of life. With all of this, there also comes a dark side. There were some that drank more than others, while some could do it socially. For the hardcore drinkers it would become a habit that ruined their lives and the lives of those around them. AUD, or Alcohol Use Disorder, led many of these people down a path to destruction. This prompted researchers to look closer at the causes of addiction and what may be done to curb, or even cure it. The debate about what determines if a person will suffer from AUD has been going on for generations. In my own experiences I had developed an ideology that a responsible person is not overtaken by addiction. If you were strong, then anyone could overcome addiction. This has been replaced with a cautious wavering on my part as I have discovered there are factors involved that have a real effect on what drives someone to drink in excess, even from an early age. I have family members that I never realized were raging alcoholics even though they showed up to work on time and led what seemed to be normal lives. By diving into the details of AUD I am finding that, for many people like this, their lives have been consumed with getting the next drink. This becomes, in my opinion, a life less ambitious than it should be. But it also caused me to rethink my attitude about alcoholism. Instead of fighting in the present to stop someone from drinking, I focused my attention on the signs that someone would exhibit at a young age that may point to the onset of early age drinking. There are many people that suffer from the effects of AUD than we may realize. Families have spent years dealing with the family drunk during holidays or watched a child slowly deteriorate over their habit of alcohol use from teenage to adulthood. This does raise questions for me, like, how does someone become addicted to alcohol and what factors contribute to this? Is it something that you are born with or is it culminated from how someone is raised? Could something be done to combat the onset of alcohol abuse before it even starts? These valid questions should be asked when confronted with the effects of AUD on one's family members. Once socially accepted, drinking alcohol in excess can lead to extremes that debilitate and create havoc which adversely affects anyone involved with the abuser.The effects of alcohol use disorder (AUD) can be lessened or eliminated by addressing the influence that heredity and genetics, environmental influences and physiological factors have on the early onset of alcoholism. Young people tend to be able to deal with the physical effects of alcohol much better than older people do. This could lend itself to a more relaxed relationship with alcohol and lead the abuser to believe that its ok to drink in excess. As they age, these people find that their body does not react the same as it did while they were partying away, seemingly enjoying themselves (although they may have!). Older People, over 60 anyway, that choose to drink in excess daily will feel the negative effects of alcoholism and could put themselves in danger of contracting a debilitating disease or complicating an existing condition. According to a journal published by the Research Society on Alcoholism, the body's immune system is adversely affected by alcohol at advanced ages, and the effects of alcohol on the elderly are more potent because of the pro-inflammatory state of the aged. They also have decreased lung function and cough strength, which further escalates the risk for developing pneumonia (ScienceDaily, 2016). As a young person you would not think of this as a deterrent to drinking in excess but it becomes more prevalent of a problem as you age. Conditions such as heart disease, diabetes and arthritis can be exacerbated by excessive drinking so older people should consider twice whether to engage in excessive drinking. The evidence also shows that once a person is environmentally accustomed to drinking on a daily basis, the ability to walk away from it is much more difficult. That being said, the ability to get away from alcohol may also be determined by genetics. AUD is a disease that can be passed down to the offspring of a drinker. The Alcohol Rehab Guide which works with nationally recognized rehab centers to provide treatment seekers with counseling, placement and insurancefinancial consultations claim that scientists believe there are up to 51 genes that can be passed down through generations, creating a risk for family members to become much more prone to developing drinking problems. (Alcohol Rehab Guide, 2018). Meaning, a person is apt to drink if their parents were heavy drinkers. Genetics do play a part for AUD sufferers. If we are to help adolescents avoid alcohol abuse it would be a good idea to not be an excessive drinker from the start, reducing the risk of passing on genes that may predispose a child to drink. This does come with some caveats though. There is research that shows genes are responsible for half of the risk for AUD, but genes alone do not determine whether someone will develop the condition. Environmental factors also play a part in the abuse (NIAAA, 2018). If a child was raised around beer drinking, hell raising parents, the risk of AUD may be greater than it would be for those that did not experience this kind of upbringing. Parents that party like kids tend to leave an impression that its ok to act that way. Small children growing up in this atmosphere would only react to it in like. So, does the past create the present? Other research has shown that genetics alone do not determine if a person will develop AUD. The National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism says that the characteristics of alcoholism are not unique to children of alcoholics, since the same factors that determine if a person will develop alcohol problems is not associated with family history (NIAAA, 2018). Some people become addicted to alcohol due to circumstances that are environmentally, or behaviorally driven. While some people seem to be able to limit the amount of alcohol they consume, there are others that feel a strong desire to continue drinking. Alcohol gives some people feelings of pleasure while encouraging the brain to repeat the behavior. Repetitive behavior like this can make you more vulnerable to developing alcoholism. (Alcohol Rehab Guide, 2018). Whether AUD is genetic or environmental is up for debate. There are those that side with one or the other, but being a member of a family that drinks consistently can certainly influence the thinking of an individual. Creating an environment for children that does not include excessive drinking should be considered when a parent chooses to positively affect a child's life. Denying that genetics plays a part in the scheme of things is naïve. The "drive-to-drink" may be regulated by both factors equally. Genetics are different among individuals but are not exclusive to family related alcoholism. The environment, in which an adolescent is exposed to, can create opportunities that may influence their behavior when it comes to drinking alcohol. The beginning of substance abuse may be apparent as environmental factors show themselves in adolescents (Vink, 2016). Families should consider their actions and the reactions of the children in their circle, possibly adjusting behaviors to suit a more positive environment. The National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism published findings that support and environmental effect on adolescents. Emotional and social situations play a part in young people abusing alcohol, as children of families that abuse alcohol may not learn how to deal with emotional situations and may lack social skills. This increases the likelihood of rejection by mainstream peer groups and will lead to associating with others that abuse alcohol (NIAAA, 2018). When people are not accepted in typical social situations, they may be prone to AUD. Community acceptance of alcohol use will also promote easier tolerance of the activity. People who live closer to businesses that sell alcohol are said to have a more positive outlook on drinking and are more likely to participate in the activity. This is not exclusive to lower income families, though it may initially appear to be that way. Poorer families can be affected to a greater degree, but it is interesting to see that recent polls show that people with an annual household income of $75,000 or more consume alcohol at significantly higher rates than those at lower levels (Alcohol Rehab Guide, 2018). Again, the family will become responsible for providing a positive environment for the children and may help to overcome any genetic persuasion of early onset of AUD. Positive community influences also affect the mental health of children. Physiological responses to alcoholic parents affect the state of mental health in an individual and can lead to the abuse of alcohol. Mental health will be one determining factor whether they can overcome the addiction. The link between alcohol use and mental health has been studied over the years with some interesting results. A study in Finland, published by the European Journal of Public Health found that moderate drinkers tend to be associated with better mental health. The study concluded that mental disorders, life satisfaction and health-related quality of life is drastically different for heavy drinkers (Mäkelä, Raitasalo, Wahlbeck, 2014). This means that people who are better adjusted to their environments tend to drink less than those that are not. This being said, the environment that children live in could be a driving force in the child's decision to drink. Parental abuse of alcohol could possibly prevent the development of positive environmental factors that would propagate a healthy mental state. With a parent that drinks, their attention may not always be on the child and what is good for them. They spend their time being inebriated and cannot function as a parent should, further creating distress and disconnection from society by the child. The NIAAA also showed that this is true. "Evidence suggests that children of alcoholics grow up in homes in which parenting and the family environment are poor, with parents showing less monitoring of adolescent behavior, more family conflict and poorer parent-child relationships" (NIAAA, 2018). Can you imagine being a child who is looking for their parent's participation in your life but getting no response to it because they are too drunk to get off the couch? Family participation and involvement will be the key to ensuring a positive outcome for children and will possibly curb the effects that genetics has on their disposition. There is further proof of this that comes from a study done by the NIAAA. They found most children of alcoholics do not develop alcohol dependence, partially due to the fact that they may not experience environments such as difficult temperaments or poor parenting (NIAAA, 2018). Conversely, it is also understood that children in a high-risk familial setting showed an onset of early age use of alcohol and the risk increased with the density of alcoholism within the family (Hill, Sheen, Lowers, Locke, 2000). The consensus among all of the sources I looked through seem to concur that AUD is prevalent in genetic and environmental influences as well as physiological, but moderate use of alcohol does not necessarily give an inclination to become an abuser. It is determined to be hereditary and can be fueled by environment. AUD can become prevalent from a combination of both, then complicated by mental health. To help someone suffering from AUD can be a sensitive subject once the disease has taken root. It becomes the responsibility of the abuser to address the issues with an understanding of what they are dealing with. Young people can be taught that excessive drinking is not good simply by parents, and family, providing them a strong foundation to build upon through positive influences and creating a "normalcy" that they can aspire to. Children need to know that their home life is stable and will react accordingly when they see the people they love and trust doing what is good for them. Excessive drinking should not be a part of their growing experience. Also, the mental health of the child should have close attention and issues addressed at the earliest sign of trouble. No one wants to be told how to live and there is no one that wants to take the responsibility of directing someone's life either. Children are influenced by many things, and the best that a parent can do is to ensure they get the love and support they need to gain an understanding of themselves and the results of their actions. Teaching personal responsibility can go a long way for a child's upbringing. It may not solve all of their problems but at least they will know who they are. And that will carry them through many challenges in life. In conclusion, the environment in which children are raised speaks volumes for the adults they will become. For some the desire to drink may be genetically present but not necessarily dominant enough to make the difference between drinking or not. They may also have a parent who was an alcoholic and who passed to them just the right amount of DNA to create a toxic habit. Overall, a positive environment and upbringing with loving support can have an effect on the child that would push them towards a healthier way of life. Parents will also need to educate themselves about AUD so that they can make better decisions when it comes to the use of alcohol and the affects it would have in their life. This would also help them to teach their children how to avoid the traps that may be placed before them during their adolescent years. Genetics and heredity aside, environmental factors play the largest part in early onset of AUD. Staying open and positive, while enforcing good moral values, will carry a child through a life that could be better than what they would have if they were alcoholics. Strong family ties will be beneficial, if not crucial, when it comes to supporting young people when they are faced with a situation that could lead to the start of a bad habit. Couple that with knowledge of AUD and the risk early onset of AUD can be reduced significantly. National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. "Psychosocial Factors in Alcohol Use and Alcoholism" Pia Mäkelä, Kirsimarja Raitasalo, Kristian Wahlbeck. Mental health and alcohol use: a cross-sectional study of the Finnish general population". European Journal of Public Health Shirley Y Hill, Sa Shen, Lisa Lowers, Jeannette Locke. "Factors predicting the onset of adolescent drinking in families at high risk for developing alcoholism". Science Direct: Biological Psychiatry Alcohol Rehab Guide. "Alcoholism Causes and Risk Factors." Alcohol Rehab Guide Jacquline M Vink, PhD. "Genetics of Addiction: Future Focus on Gene x Environment Interaction?". Journal of Studies on Alcohol and Drugs National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. "Genetics of Alcohol Use Disorder" Research Society on Alcoholism. "'Inflamm-aging: Alcohol makes it even worse." ScienceDaily
For many years, consuming alcohol was an accepted practice in many households. There was a time when it was so mainstream that many people consumed alcohol during work as a way to create social bonds or to push a sales deal to the final signature. It was part of the culture. Even advertisers portrayed it as a way of life. With all of this, there also comes a dark side. There were some that drank more than others, while some could do it socially. For the hardcore drinkers it would become a habit that ruined their lives and the lives of those around them. AUD, or Alcohol Use Disorder, led many of these people down a path to destruction. This prompted researchers to look closer at the causes of addiction and what may be done to curb, or even cure it. The debate about what determines if a person will suffer from AUD has been going on for generations. In my own experiences I had developed an ideology that a responsible person is not overtaken by addiction. If you were strong, then anyone could overcome addiction. This has been replaced with a cautious wavering on my part as I have discovered there are factors involved that have a real effect on what drives someone to drink in excess, even from an early age. I have family members that I never realized were raging alcoholics even though they showed up to work on time and led what seemed to be normal lives. By diving into the details of AUD I am finding that, for many people like this, their lives have been consumed with getting the next drink. This becomes, in my opinion, a life less ambitious than it should be. But it also caused me to rethink my attitude about alcoholism. Instead of fighting in the present to stop someone from drinking, I focused my attention on the signs that someone would exhibit at a young age that may point to the onset of early age drinking. There are many people that suffer from the effects of AUD than we may realize. Families have spent years dealing with the family drunk during holidays or watched a child slowly deteriorate over their habit of alcohol use from teenage to adulthood. This does raise questions for me, like, how does someone become addicted to alcohol, and what factors contribute to this? Is it something that you are born with or is it culminated from how someone is raised? Could something be done to combat the onset of alcohol abuse before it even starts? These valid questions should be asked when confronted with the effects of AUD on one's family members. Once socially accepted, drinking alcohol in excess can lead to extremes that debilitate and create havoc which adversely affects anyone involved with the abuser. The effects of alcohol use disorder (AUD) can be lessened or eliminated by addressing the influence that heredity and genetics, environmental influences and physiological factors have on the early onset of alcoholism. Young people tend to be able to deal with the physical effects of alcohol much better than older people do. This could lend itself to a more relaxed relationship with alcohol and lead the abuser to believe that It's ok to drink in excess. As they age, these people find that their body does not react the same as it did while they were partying away, seemingly enjoying themselves (although they may have!). Older People, over 60 anyway, that choose to drink in excess daily will feel the negative effects of alcoholism and could put themselves in danger of contracting a debilitating disease or complicating an existing condition. According to a journal published by the Research Society on Alcoholism, the body's immune system is adversely affected by alcohol at advanced ages, and the effects of alcohol on the elderly are more potent because of the pro-inflammatory state of the aged. They also have decreased lung function and cough strength, which further escalates the risk for developing pneumonia (ScienceDaily, 2016). As a young person you would not think of this as a deterrent to drinking in excess, but it becomes more prevalent of a problem as you age. Conditions such as heart disease, diabetes and arthritis can be exacerbated by excessive drinking, so older people should consider twice whether to engage in excessive drinking. The evidence also shows that once a person is environmentally accustomed to drinking on a daily basis, the ability to walk away from it is much more difficult. That being said, the ability to get away from alcohol may also be determined by genetics. AUD is a disease that can be passed down to the offspring of a drinker. The Alcohol Rehab Guide which works with nationally recognized rehab centers to provide treatment seekers with counseling, placement and insurance financial consultations claim that scientists believe there are up to 51 genes that can be passed down through generations, creating a risk for family members to become much more prone to developing drinking problems. (Alcohol Rehab Guide, 2018). Meaning, a person is apt to drink if their parents were heavy drinkers. Genetics do play a part for AUD sufferers. If we are to help adolescents avoid alcohol abuse it would be a good idea to not be an excessive drinker from the start, reducing the risk of passing on genes that may predispose a child to drink. This does come with some caveats though. There is research that shows genes are responsible for half of the risk for AUD, but genes alone do not determine whether someone will develop the condition. Environmental factors also play a part in the abuse (NI AAA, 2018). If a child was raised around beer drinking, hell raising parents, the risk of AUD may be greater than it would be for those that did not experience this kind of upbringing. Parents that party like kids tend to leave an impression that it's ok to act that way. Small children growing up in this atmosphere would only react to it in like. So, does the past create the present? Other research has shown that genetics alone do not determine if a person will develop AUD. The National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism says that the characteristics of alcoholism are not unique to children of alcoholics, since the same factors that determine if a person will develop alcohol problems is not associated with family history (NI AAA, 2018). Some people become addicted to alcohol due to circumstances that are environmentally, or behaviorally driven. While some people seem to be able to limit the amount of alcohol they consume, there are others that feel a strong desire to continue drinking. Alcohol gives some people feelings of pleasure while encouraging the brain to repeat the behavior. Repetitive behavior like this can make you more vulnerable to developing alcoholism. (Alcohol Rehab Guide, 2018). Whether AUD is genetic or environmental is up for debate. There are those that side with one or the other, but being a member of a family that drinks consistently can certainly influence the thinking of an individual. Creating an environment for children that does not include excessive drinking should be considered when a parent chooses to positively affect a child's life. Denying that genetics plays a part in the scheme of things is naïve. The "drive-to-drink" may be regulated by both factors equally. Genetics are different among individuals but are not exclusive to family related alcoholism. The environment, in which an adolescent is exposed to, can create opportunities that may influence their behavior when it comes to drinking alcohol. The beginning of substance abuse may be apparent as environmental factors show themselves in adolescents (Link, 2016). Families should consider their actions and the reactions of the children in their circle, possibly adjusting behaviors to suit a more positive environment. The National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism published findings that support and environmental effect on adolescents. Emotional and social situations play a part in young people abusing alcohol, as children of families that abuse alcohol may not learn how to deal with emotional situations and may lack social skills. This increases the likelihood of rejection by mainstream peer groups and will lead to associating with others that abuse alcohol (NI AAA, 2018). When people are not accepted in typical social situations, they may be prone to AUD. Community acceptance of alcohol use will also promote easier tolerance of the activity. People who live closer to businesses that sell alcohol are said to have a more positive outlook on drinking and are more likely to participate in the activity. This is not exclusive to lower income families, though it may initially appear to be that way. Poorer families can be affected to a greater degree, but it is interesting to see that recent polls show that people with an annual household income of $75,000 or more consume alcohol at significantly higher rates than those at lower levels (Alcohol Rehab Guide, 2018). Again, the family will become responsible for providing a positive environment for the children and may help to overcome any genetic persuasion of early onset of AUD. Positive community influences also affect the mental health of children. Physiological responses to alcoholic parents affect the state of mental health in an individual and can lead to the abuse of alcohol. Mental health will be one determining factor whether they can overcome the addiction. The link between alcohol use and mental health has been studied over the years with some interesting results. A study in Finland, published by the European Journal of Public Health found that moderate drinkers tend to be associated with better mental health. The study concluded that mental disorders, life satisfaction and health-related quality of life is drastically different for heavy drinkers (Make, Raitasalo, Callback, 2014). This means that people who are better adjusted to their environments tend to drink less than those that are not. This being said, the environment that children live in could be a driving force in the child's decision to drink. Parental abuse of alcohol could possibly prevent the development of positive environmental factors that would propagate a healthy mental state. With a parent that drinks, their attention may not always be on the child and what is good for them. They spend their time being inebriated and cannot function as a parent should, further creating distress and disconnection from society by the child. The NI AAA also showed that this is true. "Evidence suggests that children of alcoholics grow up in homes in which parenting and the family environment are poor, with parents showing less monitoring of adolescent behavior, more family conflict and poorer parent-child relationships" (NI AAA, 2018). Can you imagine being a child who is looking for their parent's participation in your life but getting no response to it because they are too drunk to get off the couch? Family participation and involvement will be the key to ensuring a positive outcome for children and will possibly curb the effects that genetics has on their disposition. There is further proof of this that comes from a study done by the NI AAA. They found most children of alcoholics do not develop alcohol dependence, partially due to the fact that they may not experience environments such as difficult temperaments or poor parenting (NI AAA, 2018). Conversely, it is also understood that children in a high-risk familial setting showed an onset of early age use of alcohol and the risk increased with the density of alcoholism within the family (Hill, Sheen, Lowers, Locke, 2000). The consensus among all the sources I looked through seem to concur that AUD is prevalent in genetic and environmental influences as well as physiological, but moderate use of alcohol does not necessarily give an inclination to become an abuser. It is determined to be hereditary and can be fueled by environment. AUD can become prevalent from a combination of both, then complicated by mental health. To help someone to suffer from AUD can be a sensitive subject once the disease has taken root. It becomes the responsibility of the abuser to address the issues with an understanding of what they are dealing with. Young people can be taught that excessive drinking is not good simply by parents, and family, providing them a strong foundation to build upon through positive influences and creating a "normalcy" that they can aspire to. Children need to know that their home life is stable and will react accordingly when they see the people they love and trust doing what is good for them. Excessive drinking should not be a part of their growing experience. Also, the mental health of the child should have close attention and issues addressed at the earliest sign of trouble. No one wants to be told how to live and there is no one that wants to take the responsibility of directing someone's life either. Children are influenced by many things, and the best that a parent can do is to ensure they get the love and support they need to gain an understanding of themselves and the results of their actions. Teaching personal responsibility can go a long way for a child's upbringing. It may not solve all of their problems but at least they will know who they are. And that will carry them through many challenges in life. In conclusion, the environment in which children are raised speaks volumes for the adults they will become. For some the desire to drink may be genetically present but not necessarily dominant enough to make the difference between drinking or not. They may also have a parent who was an alcoholic and who passed to them just the right amount of DNA to create a toxic habit. Overall, a positive environment and upbringing with loving support can have an effect on the child that would push them towards a healthier way of life. Parents will also need to educate themselves about AUD so that they can make better decisions when it comes to the use of alcohol and the effects it would have in their life. This would also help them to teach their children how to avoid the traps that may be placed before them during their adolescent years. Genetics and heredity aside, environmental factors play the largest part in early onset of AUD. Staying open and positive, while enforcing good moral values, will carry a child through a life that could be better than what they would have if they were alcoholics. Strong family ties will be beneficial, if not crucial, when it comes to supporting young people when they are faced with a situation that could lead to the start of a bad habit. Couple that with knowledge of AUD and the risk early onset of AUD can be reduced significantly. National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. "Psychosocial Factors in Alcohol Use and Alcoholism" Pia Make, Kirsimarja Raitasalo, Kristian Callback. Mental health and alcohol use: a cross-sectional study of the Finnish general population". European Journal of Public Health Shirley Y Hill, SA Shen, Lisa Lowers, Jeannette Locke. "Factors predicting the onset of adolescent drinking in families at high risk for developing alcoholism". Science Direct: Biological Psychiatry Alcohol Rehab Guide. "Alcoholism Causes and Risk Factors." Alcohol Rehab Guide Jacqueline MV ink, PhD. "Genetics of Addiction: Future Focus on Gene x Environment Interaction?". Journal of Studies on Alcohol and Drugs National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. "Genetics of Alcohol Use Disorder" Research Society on Alcoholism. "'Inflamm-aging: Alcohol makes it even worse." ScienceDaily
The handle felt icy in my fingers as I opened the door. "Hello." My 9-year old self said to the class. Choruses of hellos replied back to me. As I sat down on my desk, crowds of students gathered around. To a few students, I was an old friend and to others, I was unknown since I switched sections. They asked many questions, but the problem was they were all in Arabic. A language I did not speak nor understand. Everyone did speak English with each other in class, but I was never a part of the jokes or conversations because they were in Arabic. I thought I would never be able to have a personal connection with the class as others did. Others found it more comfortable to speak with someone who knows Arabic rather than someone who doesn't. Thus, I had a small circle of friends, never raised my hand in class, and never initiated a conversation in fear of rejection. That is up until seventh grade. In seventh grade, my teacher required every student to prepare a speech and present it in the assembly. I spent weeks thinking about my topic since I wanted my speech to inspire others. Day and night, I revised my speech. I practiced stabilizing my shivering voice when speaking and slowed down my pace when speaking. On the day of the speech, I was a bundle of nerves. My hands were numb with sweat, and my mouth became parched as I stood in front of 700+ students and faculty members. My quivering voice began speaking, filling the hall. My heart quickened its pace with every word I spoke. But as I continued, my voice became louder and sounded more confident. When I finished, thunderous applause greeted my ears and I walked off the podium, grinning. Students and teachers cheered for me. At that moment I experienced an epiphany that regardless of languages, people still cared about what I have to say. Unlike most clichés, I didn't become confident overnight. Over the course of a year, I started becoming active in discussions, raising my hands in class. I gradually became a leader of my peers and began engaging myself in conversations, enthusiastic to discuss my ideas and to listen to others. In 11th grade, I had to present a speech - about a personal experience - in front of my peers. I thought I had nothing special to write about so I went on a walk to reflect on myself. With earbuds in my ear, the beginning chords of Paradise, a Korean song by BTS began to play. I became an avid fan of BTS because their music addresses social issues. Debuting from a company on the edge of bankruptcy, the group was rejected and ridiculed in their own country. But they persisted through every obstacle and found their own path of success. Most people would think it is impossible to penetrate into the American music industry with a song in a foreign language, but BTS has established their name in the industry without changing their originality, message, and most importantly their language. They achieved so much success even though their music was in Korean. Their music shows that language can't divide people. As I walked down the memory lane, I recalled how I used to use Arabic as an excuse for my fear of interaction. Anxiety used to feed on my fears of being rejected by peers hence why I never socialized. I was able to overcome the language barrier by being sociable. BTS taught me that language is never an excuse to not follow your ambitions. If I had the same mindset as before, then I wouldn't be able to share my thoughts and ideas with the world. All I needed was a leap of faith to overcome my anxiety. With these thoughts in mind, I began writing down my speech.
The handle felt icy in my fingers as I opened the door. "Hello." My 9-year-old self said to the class. Choruses of hellos replied to me. As I sat down on my desk, crowds of students gathered around. To a few students, I was an old friend and to others, I was unknown since I switched sections. They asked many questions, but the problem was they were all in Arabic. A language I did not speak nor understand. Everyone did speak English with each other in class, but I was never a part of the jokes or conversations because they were in Arabic. I thought I would never be able to have a personal connection with the class as others did. Others found it more comfortable to speak with someone who knows Arabic rather than someone who doesn't. Thus, I had a small circle of friends, never raised my hand in class, and never initiated a conversation in fear of rejection. That is up until seventh grade. In seventh grade, my teacher required every student to prepare a speech and present it in the assembly. I spent weeks thinking about my topic since I wanted my speech to inspire others. Day and night, I revised my speech. I practiced stabilizing my shivering voice when speaking and slowed down my pace when speaking. On the day of the speech, I was a bundle of nerves. My hands were numb with sweat, and my mouth became parched as I stood in front of 700+ students and faculty members. My quivering voice began speaking, filling the hall. My heart quickened its pace with every word I spoke. But as I continued, my voice became louder and sounded more confident. When I finished, thunderous applause greeted my ears and I walked off the podium, grinning. Students and teachers cheered for me. At that moment I experienced an epiphany that regardless of languages, people still cared about what I have to say. Unlike most clichés, I didn't become confident overnight. Over the course of a year, I started becoming active in discussions, raising my hands in class. I gradually became a leader of my peers and began engaging myself in conversations, enthusiastic to discuss my ideas and to listen to others. In 11th grade, I had to present a speech - about a personal experience - in front of my peers. I thought I had nothing special to write about, so I went on a walk to reflect on myself. With earbuds in my ear, the beginning chords of Paradise, a Korean song by BTS began to play. I became an avid fan of BTS because their music addresses social issues. Debuting from a company on the edge of bankruptcy, the group was rejected and ridiculed in their own country. But they persisted through every obstacle and found their own path of success. Most people would think it is impossible to penetrate into the American music industry with a song in a foreign language, but BTS has established their name in the industry without changing their originality, message, and most importantly their language. They achieved so much success even though their music was in Korean. Their music shows that language can't divide people. As I walked down the memory lane, I recalled how I used to use Arabic as an excuse for my fear of interaction. Anxiety used to feed on my fears of being rejected by peers hence why I never socialized. I was able to overcome the language barrier by being sociable. BTS taught me that language is never an excuse to not follow your ambitions. If I had the same mindset as before, then I wouldn't be able to share my thoughts and ideas with the world. All I needed was a leap of faith to overcome my anxiety. With these thoughts in mind, I began writing down my speech.
I am an international student and I need a native speaker to help me revise grammar mistakes of my essay~~ Soldiers' cowardice and official's corruption were in full charge of the failure of Opium Wars. I held this view for history under the influence of forums when I was young, but I abandoned my original idea after reading a history book. What the book convinced me was just presence of simple facts and details. Qing's cannons were heavy and difficult to move, were with insufficient firing range and high exploding rate, and weren't even able to turn an angle. Before the enemy's powerful and flexible fleet, Qing troops are vulnerable and doomed to failure. This quickly reminds me something about the Chinese patriarchal ethos. Imagine a day when I go back home with my poor biology score. I explain to my mother that our teacher, who only played movies and asked us to copy texts during class, used ineffective teaching methods; or I explain to her that I am not talented in the field and I've done my best already. Whichever I say, my mom's answer would be, "Do not look for objective reasons, look for your own fault! How come your classmates got higher marks and you didn't?" This situation is so familiar to every Chinese student that we smile when we hear about it. So, why does everyone like this logic, ignoring the differences among individuals? I think attributing the failure to objective factors is much easier than accepting the truth. In the first story, we don't have to admit that we were at low levels of technology; in the second story, my mom doesn't have to admit that her son is not at the very top. But we do have to learn to accept objective factors to be better dealing with failures standing in the way. Great man doesn't mind being little, so should students in William.
I am an international student and I need a native speaker to help me revise grammar mistakes of my essay~~ Soldiers' cowardice and official's corruption were in full charge of the failure of Opium Wars. I held this view for history under the influence of forums when I was young, but I abandoned my original idea after reading a history book. What the book convinced me was just presence of simple facts and details. Qing's cannons were heavy and difficult to move, were with insufficient firing range and high exploding rate, and weren't even able to turn an angle. Before the enemy's powerful and flexible fleet, Qing troops are vulnerable and doomed to failure. This quickly reminds me something about the Chinese patriarchal ethos. Imagine a day when I go back home with my poor biology score. I explain to my mother that our teacher, who only played movies and asked us to copy texts during class, used ineffective teaching methods; or I explain to her that I am not talented in the field, and I've done my best already. Whichever I say, my mom's answer would be, "Do not look for objective reasons, look for your own fault! How come your classmates got higher marks, and you didn't?" This situation is so familiar to every Chinese student that we smile when we hear about it. So, why does everyone like this logic, ignoring the differences among individuals? I think attributing the failure to objective factors is much easier than accepting the truth. In the first story, we don't have to admit that we were at low levels of technology; in the second story, my mom doesn't have to admit that her son is not at the very top. But we do have to learn to accept objective factors to be better dealing with failures standing in the way. Great man doesn't mind being little, so should students in William.
Surfing through the internet I found about California Lutheran University, I found the activities that they do, the opportunity that they give to their students. After reading the reviews and articles about the college I thought this University might be the one that I have been searching for. From the students on the campus, I learned that the campus is unbelievably beautiful and offers a wonderful learning environment. The professors are caring and willing to spend the extra time to help their students succeed the student life. I also learned that the class sizes are very small, allowing for more direct teacher-to-student interaction. As an international student, I do have to live inside the school campus and learning that the school's dorms are good as new and have very good facilities like laundry rooms, TV lounges, games room, and many others to make the students feel like home. Last but not the least Cal Lutheran University has given an opportunity to people that have talent and couldn't explore by not just helping them academically but also financially making their dream become a reality and I wish it also makes my dream into a reality. I didn't apply in the world renounced colleges as I don't want to become a small fish in a big pond where no one knows me, I want to become a big fish in a small pond where everyone knows me by my name so, Cal Lutheran is the perfect university for me.
Surfing through the internet I found about California Lutheran University, I found the activities that they do, the opportunity that they give to their students. After reading the reviews and articles about the college I thought this University might be the one that I have been searching for. From the students on the campus, I learned that the campus is unbelievably beautiful and offers a wonderful learning environment. The professors are caring and willing to spend the extra time to help their students succeed the student life. I also learned that the class sizes are very small, allowing for more direct teacher-to-student interaction. As an international student, I do have to live inside the school campus and learning that the school's dorms are good as new and have very good facilities like laundry rooms, TV lounges, games room, and many others to make the students feel like home. Last but not the least Cal Lutheran University has given an opportunity to people that have talent and couldn't explore by not just helping them academically but also financially making their dream become a reality and I wish it also makes my dream into a reality. I didn't apply in the world renounced colleges as I don't want to become a small fish in a big pond where no one knows me, I want to become a big fish in a small pond where everyone knows me by my name so, Cal Lutheran is the perfect university for me.
"I'm interested in going to Penn State,I'm looking for comments on how to improve this essay, making it stand,though I love fencing and want to continue my path as a fencer, I am also interested in computer science and want to know how I could include both topics in one essay Brentwood has been seen in the negative light by the media and towns around Long Island for gang violence, immigration issues, drugs, etc. But, on the other side of the fence, lies a hardworking community of underappreciated people and youth. My experience in Brentwood has been excellent. Growing up in Brentwood since the age of 12 was a diverse experience which I really enjoyed. I am Black, call me what you want African American and Haitian, and I am a fencer. Fencing is a very physically demanding sport; it's an individual sport. It lets me work beside my teammates, while also working on being one of the captains for my team. I've tried different sports like swimming, football, and wrestling, but fencing piqued my interest. If you can train your eye to watch a split second bout, you'd understand the feeling of how thrilling each match is. The sport is so incredibly fast and precise, that after watching several matches, I was still shocked by how incredibly difficult it is to understand the movements. Saber is for thrusting and cutting. Epee is a thrusting weapon, both weapon classes were what I happened to be interested in. Three years ago I was in Sonderling cafeteria trying out for the sport. After a week of practicing, my coach placed me in as a saber the same year I was put on as a sub for the varsity members. Now I'm a Brentwood varsity saber fencer. Understanding the feeling of it is like understanding how time runs in the mind of a fencer. fencing has taught me to be more straightforward with people, to appreciate myself from what I can accomplish from practicing on my own. As varsity (couch)member, I love training the JV team whenever I find something useful in a bout, I make sure I teach them. From my experience, I love watching how my opponents fence, seeing their techniques, the footwork and their hand movements before and as they attack. I use what I have learned while I practice for my bouts with my other varsity members. I use what I've learned on them to have a better understanding of each move. My experience growing up in Brentwood and becoming a fencer has taught me how to be a hard worker, team leader and attain personal goals. As a leader, I want to inspire more students to join fencing because it is a great sport and gives one a sense of belonging and accomplishment.
"I'm interested in going to Penn State, I'm looking for comments on how to improve this essay, making it stand, though I love fencing and want to continue my path as a fencer, I am also interested in computer science and want to know how I could include both topics in one essay Brentwood has been seen in the negative light by the media and towns around Long Island for gang violence, immigration issues, drugs, etc. But, on the other side of the fence, lies a hardworking community of underappreciated people and youth. My experience in Brentwood has been excellent. Growing up in Brentwood since the age of 12 was a diverse experience which I really enjoyed. I am Black, call me what you want African American and Haitian, and I am a fencer. Fencing is a very physically demanding sport; it's an individual sport. It lets me work beside my teammates, while also working on being one of the captains for my team. I've tried different sports like swimming, football, and wrestling, but fencing piqued my interest. If you can train your eye to watch a split second bout, you'd understand the feeling of how thrilling each match is. The sport is so incredibly fast and precise, that after watching several matches, I was still shocked by how incredibly difficult it is to understand the movements. Saber is for thrusting and cutting. Épée is a thrusting weapon, both weapon classes were what I happened to be interested in. Three years ago I was in Wondering cafeteria trying out for the sport. After a week of practicing, my coach placed me in as a saber the same year I was put on as a sub for the varsity members. Now I'm a Brentwood varsity saber fencer. Understanding the feeling of it is like understanding how time runs in the mind of a fencer. Fencing has taught me to be more straightforward with people, to appreciate myself from what I can accomplish from practicing on my own. As varsity (couch)member, I love training the JV team whenever I find something useful in a bout, I make sure I teach them. From my experience, I love watching how my opponents fence, seeing their techniques, the footwork and their hand movements before and as they attack. I use what I have learned while I practice for my bouts with my other varsity members. I use what I've learned on them to have a better understanding of each move. My experience growing up in Brentwood and becoming a fencer has taught me how to be a hard worker, team leader and attain personal goals. As a leader, I want to inspire more students to join fencing because it is a great sport and gives one a sense of belonging and accomplishment.
Successful students at Johns Hopkins make the biggest impact by collaborating with others, including peers, mentors, and professors. Talk about a time, in or outside the classroom, when you worked with others and what you learned from the experience. It was a whole new experience for me, attending a math competition hosted at an institution. In the October of my tenth grade, I attended the Caltech-Harvey Mudd Math Tournament (CHMMT) as a member of the A-star program's Orange County team. I never met my team until the day of the competition, but given A-star's reputation I anticipated a team of mathematical gurus, from USA Mathematical Olympiad (USAMO) qualifiers to national medalists. Yet, when I arrived at the entrance, I was greeted by a group of five smiling middle schoolers. I was perplexed. Middle schoolers? In a prestigious mathematics competition written for ambitious high schoolers? I was skeptical. But in no time, I realized these weren't just kids. The moment I met them, their radiant curiosity and masterful understanding of mathematics wowed me. While I was in school learning to solve systems of equations, one teammate, Andre, was explaining how to calculate the value of one imaginary unit raised to the power of another imaginary unit. Another teammate, Wesley, was obsessing over the beauties of the nine-point circle. The competition hasn't even started and yet I've already learned so much from these "kids". During the team round, each team was seated in its own room with a whiteboard and a set of ten problems to solve collaboratively in sixty minutes. As soon as the round started, the incredible mathematical capabilities of my team members began to unfold, as they would attack the problems with enthusiasm and aggression with words of collaboration flying across the room at incredible rates. In my school, I tutored mathematics to people several years younger than me, but that day I found myself at the other side of the desk. During the competition, I was actively learning from these "kids", attentive to their every word and revamping my mathematical arsenal. But at the end of the day, I left with more than just raw mathematical knowledge; I gained the realization that the ability to shape minds can come from anywhere. i kinda wrote this one on a rush. not sure what to think, because i am always biased towards my own work. please be as critical as possible. Thanks!
Successful students at Johns Hopkins make the biggest impact by collaborating with others, including peers, mentors, and professors. Talk about a time, in or outside the classroom, when you worked with others and what you learned from the experience. It was a whole new experience for me, attending a math competition hosted at an institution. In the October of my tenth grade, I attended the Caltech-Harvey Mud Math Tournament (CHMMT) as a member of the A-star program's Orange County team. I never met my team until the day of the competition, but given A-star's reputation I anticipated a team of mathematical gurus, from the USA Mathematical Olympiad (USAM) qualifiers to national medalists. Yet, when I arrived at the entrance, I was greeted by a group of five smiling middle schoolers. I was perplexed. Middle schoolers? In a prestigious mathematics competition written for ambitious high schoolers? I was skeptical. But in no time, I realized these weren't just kids. The moment I met them, their radiant curiosity and masterful understanding of mathematics wowed me. While I was in school learning to solve systems of equations, one teammate, Andre, was explaining how to calculate the value of one imaginary unit raised to the power of another imaginary unit. Another teammate, Wesley, was obsessing over the beauties of the nine-point circle. The competition hasn't even started, and yet I've already learned so much from these "kids". During the team round, each team was seated in its own room with a whiteboard and a set of ten problems to solve collaboratively in sixty minutes. As soon as the round started, the incredible mathematical capabilities of my team members began to unfold, as they would attack the problems with enthusiasm and aggression with words of collaboration flying across the room at incredible rates. In my school, I tutored mathematics to people several years younger than me, but that day I found myself at the other side of the desk. During the competition, I was actively learning from these "kids", attentive to their every word and revamping my mathematical arsenal. But at the end of the day, I left with more than just raw mathematical knowledge; I gained the realization that the ability to shape minds can come from anywhere. I kinda wrote this one on a rush. Not sure what to think, because I am always biased towards my own work. Please be as critical as possible. Thanks!
Bad design is everywhere. However, if we get used to it, people will turn a blind eye. This inspired me to redesign the integrated table and chairs which is called China canteen table commonly in a product studio class. It is old fashioned and has a lot potential improvements. I independently conducted extensive user interviews and questionnaires to understand the users' needs and find out the potential problems. Through my observation and comprehensive data analysis, I built various persona and scenarios and got the students' preferences for the solution I provided. Things didn't go as smoothly as I thought. The idea I expected to adjust the seat's height or material was not welcomed widely. Instead, it was the space utilization issue that students are more inclined to put their backpacks on the chair, which takes up the seat and making many people stand and eat. My solution is to change the structure of the table and add components so that users can flexibly adjust the size of the space as needed. When I introduced my prototype in the canteen, most of students responded positively with friendly advices. The project was also praised by my professor. During my recent system design project, we combined idea of "find the right person for the right thing" with the topic of sports to create a talent acquisition network application connects middle school to college athletes to offseason coaches more efficiently. When I worked as a system analyst in the group, I joined outcome Analysis discussion, designed project plan and created use-case diagram and behavioral state diagram with UML. Gradually, I realized the importance of understanding HCI. A well-designed user interface can reduce the coding costs, bring an easier user training process and can also increase sales. I proposed ideas that coaches can filter applications by aspects such as state, position, skill sets, specific attributes decide the candidate list. Furthermore, without a message module in this app, the system will automatically send the player tryout information which will simplify the process and encourage the face-to-face conversation. I am fascinated with the vast amount of possibilities for human-computer interaction which integrated design, technology and behavior science. The focus of designer was expanded from pursuing visual aesthetics of software or hardware to discover the unmet needs and pursuing a creative version with both aesthetics and desirable. I am striving to be this sort of role in the society. This summer research program provides me with a great opportunity to better know how the original study was performed and to explore my career fields. The interest is growing up to a passion for immersing the field by getting a master's degree in HCI from xxx University. I believe my interdisciplinary experience in design, business, and information technology will bring in new perspectives and allow me to contribute positively to the HCII Summer Research Program at xxx University.
Bad design is everywhere. However, if we get used to it, people will turn a blind eye. This inspired me to redesign the integrated table and chairs which is called China canteen table commonly in a product studio class. It is old-fashioned and has a lot of potential improvements. I independently conducted extensive user interviews and questionnaires to understand the users' needs and find out the potential problems. Through my observation and comprehensive data analysis, I built various persona and scenarios and got the students' preferences for the solution I provided. Things didn't go as smoothly as I thought. The idea I expected to adjust the seat's height or material was not welcomed widely. Instead, it was the space utilization issue that students are more inclined to put their backpacks on the chair, which takes up the seat and making many people stand and eat. My solution is to change the structure of the table and add components so that users can flexibly adjust the size of the space as needed. When I introduced my prototype in the canteen, most of the students responded positively with friendly advices. The project was also praised by my professor. During my recent system design project, we combined idea of "find the right person for the right thing" with the topic of sports to create a talent acquisition network application connects middle school to college athletes to off season coaches more efficiently. When I worked as a system analyst in the group, I joined outcome Analysis discussion, designed project plan and created use-case diagram and behavioral state diagram with UML. Gradually, I realized the importance of understanding HCI. A well-designed user interface can reduce the coding costs, bring an easier user training process and can also increase sales. I proposed ideas that coaches can filter applications by aspects such as state, position, skill sets, specific attributes decide the candidate list. Furthermore, without a message module in this app, the system will automatically send the player tryout information which will simplify the process and encourage the face-to-face conversation. I am fascinated with the vast amount of possibilities for human-computer interaction which integrated design, technology and behavior science. The focus of designer was expanded from pursuing visual aesthetics of software or hardware to discover the unmet needs and pursuing a creative version with both aesthetics and desirable. I am striving to be this sort of role in the society. This summer research program provides me with a great opportunity to better know how the original study was performed and to explore my career fields. The interest is growing up to a passion for immersing the field by getting a master's degree in HCI from xxx University. I believe my interdisciplinary experience in design, business, and information technology will bring in new perspectives and allow me to contribute positively to the CII Summer Research Program at xxx University.
When I was sixteen, one of my best friends went to the hospital. A suicide attempt, I later found out. I was upset, I was confused, but overall, I was angry. I was angry at myself for not noticing a little sooner, not paying closer attention to the signs, not listening a little harder to what she was saying. The first time I read the final sentence of Salinger's "A Perfect Day for Bananafish," I was so shaken at how it rang true seventy years after its publication. It's only in the last paragraph that Salinger writes out Seymour Glass' suicide, but the signs are sprinkled throughout the short story in the most subtle ways. From mentions of reckless driving to empty anger, Salinger paints the picture of a man haunted by trauma. Yet there's still that bit of shock when Seymour finally pulls that trigger. Human connection. Listening to one another. So many of us have become so disconnected from one another that we hear but never stop to listen to the words coming out of someone else's mouth. That's where the beauty of "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" shines. It shows the power that miscommunication can have over us today. The smallest misinterpretation of a word or gesture can lead to the wrong conclusion. So many of us can say that we're okay, and people won't question it. If there's anything that "Bananafish" has taught me, it's the importance of looking out for one another and listening, not just hearing, to what we have to say. It's through that communication that we're able to prevent the preventable. Is the topic that I chose too heavy? It's a story that I hold close to my heart but I'm scared I'll come off as "overly edgy" or that it'll look like I just chose something that I read in class. I know I'm over the word limit too, but I think I can fix that fairly easily.
When I was sixteen, one of my best friends went to the hospital. A suicide attempt, I later found out. I was upset, I was confused, but overall, I was angry. I was angry at myself for not noticing a little sooner, not paying closer attention to the signs, not listening a little harder to what she was saying. The first time I read the final sentence of Salinger's "A Perfect Day for Banana fish," I was so shaken at how it rang true seventy years after its publication. It's only in the last paragraph that Salinger writes out Seymour Glass' suicide, but the signs are sprinkled throughout the short story in the most subtle ways. From mentions of reckless driving to empty anger, Salinger paints the picture of a man haunted by trauma. Yet there's still that bit of shock when Seymour finally pulls that trigger. Human connection. Listening to one another. So many of us have become so disconnected from one another that we hear but never stop to listen to the words coming out of someone else's mouth. That's where the beauty of "A Perfect Day for Banana fish" shines. It shows the power that miscommunication can have over us today. The smallest misinterpretation of a word or gesture can lead to the wrong conclusion. So many of us can say that we're okay, and people won't question it. If there's anything that "Banana fish" has taught me, it's the importance of looking out for one another and listening, not just hearing, to what we have to say. It's through that communication that we're able to prevent the preventable. Is the topic that I chose too heavy? It's a story that I hold close to my heart, but I'm scared I'll come off as "overly edgy" or that it'll look like I just chose something that I read in class. I know I'm over the word limit too, but I think I can fix that fairly easily.
The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. Recount a time when you faced a challenge, setback, or failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience? In the past, whenever hearing someone had been through a loss, I thought I had understood what they were going through. But I was wrong. I honestly had no idea what it felt like until I lost my grandmother to Leukemia. Memories of her replay through my mind. "Well, it cannot be a '2' there, so it has to go in this row... but which square?"But that doesn't matter because '2' has to go in this column of this box anyhow so '7' goes underneath!"Yes, a chain reaction!"It is not uncommon for such snippets to be uttered with excitement in Waipo's (grandmother's) apartment in China. A pot of green tea and honey has been always present to make sure that Waipo and I are nourished in the heat of the moment. Equipped with two erasers and two pencils on the battlefield of her kitchen table, Sudoku is our war. Waipo brought me into the world of Sudoku when I was six. Watching her gaze intently at a few random numbers in boxes in her study, I desired an explanation. She spoke of patterns and reasoning, and how everything I would ever need was right in front of me. That evening, Waipo bought me my first Sudoku puzzle book. Working through the puzzles with me, she revealed new ways of approaching problems and completing patterns. The release that came from deriving unity and order from chaos piqued my passion. We both enjoyed Sudoku because in a hectic, fast-paced world, Sudoku demanded the opposite-patience. I later realized patience beat strength when tackling harder issues. Another one of life's treasured secrets that can be applied to Sudoku is the art of taking appropriate risks and knowing that we will make mistakes. I learned the concept of teamwork when both of us were stuck, it helped to see the problem in a different light, and we would mull over a puzzle together, persistently armed with a No. 2 pencil and steaming teapot of cha (tea). I developed strong bonds and great wisdom through our adventures in a simple grid of numbers. Waipo's death from Leukemia last November came unexpectedly. That night, I sat alone in my house at my computer for hours, mindlessly listening to music to console me and my pain, yet impulsively sobbing, those deep kinds of sobs where you can't breathe and you can't control the tears, which just keep coming, even when you think you don't have any left. Every time I thought about her, I cried more while coming to the realization that I could never see her again. I told my mom how I felt and she replied, "Even those who are gone, are with us as we go on." Like how we saw puzzles in a different light, I saw this situation in a better light. People depart us, falling from our grip, to teach us about loss. My grandmother fell like an autumn leaf, but in time spring arrived because, like the seasons, people change. I miss our Sudoku adventures, but most importantly I carry on her wisdom and soul within me keeping her alive within my thoughts. Through my research on gold nanoparticles I hope to fight Leukemia by researching and experimenting with different theranostic techniques to honor her unjust death. If there were a way to turn back time and be able to help her I would. Her death to me is not a defeat. It has given me an even greater passion for helping and cherishing others in times of need and grief. Ever since, I realized the best doctors are ones who have the ability to care for others by addressing their spiritual and emotional needs, taking time to communicate and listen, and expressing empathy and compassion. I am excited about the medical field because I have the opportunity to be that doctor that treats a patient as a whole person and not just as a disease process or illness. There are countless opportunities in such a dynamic field to help and to heal, to comfort and to learn, to grow and make peace. As a physician, I hope to be a patient advocate, a teacher, a role model, and a friend. Although this journey is a much more complex puzzle than a mere game of Sudoku, I vow to solve this puzzle in humanity in honor of her death. As I research, I feel her presence all the time, reminding me that "It's a game of boxes, yes, but think outside the box." I also remind myself her last words "Don't worry, be happy." That is what I plan to do. I plan to pursue my dreams no matter the complexity, time commitment, and risk. I vow to make her death a strength that brings me towards success.
The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. Recount a time when you faced a challenge, setback, or failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience? In the past, whenever hearing someone had been through a loss, I thought I had understood what they were going through. But I was wrong. I honestly had no idea what it felt like until I lost my grandmother to Leukemia. Memories of her replay through my mind. "Well, it cannot be a '2' there, so it has to go in this row... but which square?" But that doesn't matter because '2' has to go in this column of this box anyhow so '7' goes underneath!" Yes, a chain reaction!" It is not uncommon for such snippets to be uttered with excitement in WIPO's (grandmother's) apartment in China. A pot of green tea and honey has been always present to make sure that WIPO and I are nourished in the heat of the moment. Equipped with two erasers and two pencils on the battlefield of her kitchen table, Sudoku is our war. WIPO brought me into the world of Sudoku when I was six. Watching her gaze intently at a few random numbers in boxes in her study, I desired an explanation. She spoke of patterns and reasoning, and how everything I would ever need was right in front of me. That evening, WIPO bought me my first Sudoku puzzle book. Working through the puzzles with me, she revealed new ways of approaching problems and completing patterns. The release that came from deriving unity and order from chaos piqued my passion. We both enjoyed Sudoku because in a hectic, fast-paced world, Sudoku demanded the opposite-patience. I later realized patience beat strength when tackling harder issues. Another one of life's treasured secrets that can be applied to Sudoku is the art of taking appropriate risks and knowing that we will make mistakes. I learned the concept of teamwork when both of us were stuck, it helped to see the problem in a different light, and we would mull over a puzzle together, persistently armed with a No. 2 pencil and steaming teapot of CIA (tea). I developed strong bonds and great wisdom through our adventures in a simple grid of numbers. WIPO's death from Leukemia last November came unexpectedly. That night, I sat alone in my house at my computer for hours, mindlessly listening to music to console me and my pain, yet impulsively sobbing, those deep kinds of sobs where you can't breathe, and you can't control the tears, which just keep coming, even when you think you don't have any left. Every time I thought about her, I cried more while coming to the realization that I could never see her again. I told my mom how I felt, and she replied, "Even those who are gone, are with us as we go on." Like how we saw puzzles in a different light, I saw this situation in a better light. People depart us, falling from our grip, to teach us about loss. My grandmother fell like an autumn leaf, but in time spring arrived because, like the seasons, people change. I miss our Sudoku adventures, but most importantly I carry on her wisdom and soul within me keeping her alive within my thoughts. Through my research on gold nanoparticles I hope to fight Leukemia by researching and experimenting with different therapeutic techniques to honor her unjust death. If there were a way to turn back time and be able to help her I would. Her death to me is not a defeat. It has given me an even greater passion for helping and cherishing others in times of need and grief. Ever since, I realized the best doctors are ones who have the ability to care for others by addressing their spiritual and emotional needs, taking time to communicate and listen, and expressing empathy and compassion. I am excited about the medical field because I have the opportunity to be that doctor that treats a patient as a whole person and not just as a disease process or illness. There are countless opportunities in such a dynamic field to help and to heal, to comfort and to learn, to grow and make peace. As a physician, I hope to be a patient advocate, a teacher, a role model, and a friend. Although this journey is a much more complex puzzle than a mere game of Sudoku, I vow to solve this puzzle in humanity in honor of her death. As I research, I feel her presence all the time, reminding me that "It's a game of boxes, yes, but think outside the box." I also remind myself her last words "Don't worry, be happy." That is what I plan to do. I plan to pursue my dreams no matter the complexity, time commitment, and risk. I vow to make her death a strength that brings me towards success.
I was lost. Everything was itching, poking or choking me. I was still questioning my decision. I had wished I turned back when I was still on top of the hills, from where the Kutapalong camp seemed like a miniature town, designed by slothful architect with no sense of organization or visual aesthetics. But I assume, for reasons that may have been well ahead of my understanding, that no architects are employed to respond to, as the United Nations calls it, the world's fastest growing humanitarian crisis. I awkwardly made my way through the muddy cramped lanes: dodged the three feet wide, dung-filled puddles, and jumped over the smaller ones. I was careful to steer clear of the open garbage dumps, present in every alternative junction, and the swarm of flies wavering over them, in what seemed an endless labyrinth. I failed to understand how anyone could make any sense of direction in this never ending maze. I cannot think of a time where I haven't rejoiced at the first signs of the monsoon rain showers, but at that moment and in that place, it was the last thing I desired. With every muddy stain painted on my jeans, with every breath of air mixed with stench and smoke, with every mosquito buzzing towards me, with every raindrop dropping on my bare face, I had an excuse to resent where I was. I failed to understand how anyone could live here. An hour ago, in the office of the Regional Distribution Officer, the large man with his diplomatic look, thick moustache and black spectacles sighed after he swept a first glance over the volunteer that arrived this morning. As I write this essay, I realize I can now guess what was going his head: "here's another teenager who wants to do the world a favor, who doesn't know what he's signing up for, who'll give up in a day or two." Introductions and formalities followed. "Deliver these packages, follow the map," he said handing me a piece of paper, picking up yet another phone call. A simple delivery service? No. It wasn't. As I stood there, with my legs almost giving up, clothes drenched and muddied, I turned to my last resort. I asked myself, "Is this all worth it?" It felt so easy to be able to go back, return the packages, return to take a hot bath and soup at home. This was me, always calculating the pros and cons of every action to be undertaken. This part of me begged me to go back. But I wanted to know. Who are these people? Why are they here? Are they in pain? They talk like us, yet the adults talked of them as outsiders. They look like us, and yet they don't seem to be from around here. Should I make the effort? Should I engage? I made it to my first stop. I might've spent over five hours in those tents, for when I reached the Office, it was late evening. The diplomatic man seemed perplexed. I said I'd come back the next day. I did. After a month, the diplomatic man found himself assigning the boy who 'would give up after a day or two' tasks he wouldn't trust others with. Till date, I don't know what made gave me that strength. Those five hours told me what I didn't have. I didn't have memories of father being shot and my mother being raped by the same people in front of my eyes. I didn't have memories of my home being burnt to the ground. I also realized the things I haven't done yet: I haven't yet crossed thick jungles to survive. I haven't yet woken up to gunshots and screams. I haven't yet lived like an animal in those camps, going hungry for days. I haven't yet lived the life of a Rohingya.
I was lost. Everything was itching, poking or choking me. I was still questioning my decision. I had wished I turned back when I was still on top of the hills, from where the Kutapalong camp seemed like a miniature town, designed by slothful architect with no sense of organization or visual aesthetics. But I assume, for reasons that may have been well ahead of my understanding, that no architects are employed to respond to, as the United Nations calls it, the world's fastest growing humanitarian crisis. I awkwardly made my way through the muddy cramped lanes: dodged the three feet wide, dung-filled puddles, and jumped over the smaller ones. I was careful to steer clear of the open garbage dumps, present in every alternative junction, and the swarm of flies wavering over them, in what seemed an endless labyrinth. Furthermore, I failed to understand how anyone could make any sense of direction in this never ending maze. Furthermore, I cannot think of a time when I haven't rejoiced at the first signs of the monsoon rain showers, but at that moment and in that place, it was the last thing I desired. With every muddy stain painted on my jeans, with every breath of air mixed with stench and smoke, with every mosquito buzzing towards me, with every raindrop dropping on my bare face, I had an excuse to resent where I was. I failed to understand how anyone could live here. An hour ago, in the office of the Regional Distribution Officer, the large man with his diplomatic look, thick mustache and black spectacles sighed after he swept a first glance over the volunteer that arrived this morning. As I write this essay, I realize I can now guess what was going his head: "here's another teenager who wants to do the world a favor, who doesn't know what he's signing up for, who'll give up in a day or two." Introductions and formalities followed. "Deliver these packages, follow the map," he said handing me a piece of paper, picking up yet another phone call. A simple delivery service? No. It wasn't. As I stood there, with my legs almost giving up, clothes drenched and muddied, I turned to my last resort. I asked myself, "Is this all worth it?" It felt so easy to be able to go back, return the packages, return to take a hot bath and soup at home. This was me, always calculating the pros and cons of every action to be undertaken. This part of me begged me to go back. But I wanted to know. Who are these people? Why are they here? Are they in pain? They talk like us, yet the adults talked of them as outsiders. They look like us, and yet they don't seem to be from around here. Should I make the effort? Should I engage? I made it to my first stop. I might've spent over five hours in those tents, for when I reached the Office, it was late evening. The diplomatic man seemed perplexed. I said I'd come back the next day. I did. After a month, the diplomatic man found himself assigning the boy who 'would give up after a day or two' tasks he wouldn't trust others with. Till date, I don't know what made gave me that strength. Those five hours told me what I didn't have. I didn't have memories of father being shot and my mother being raped by the same people in front of my eyes. I didn't have memories of my home being burnt to the ground. Furthermore, I also realized the things I haven't done yet: I haven't yet crossed thick jungles to survive. Furthermore, I haven't yet woken up to gunshots and screams. Furthermore, I haven't yet lived like an animal in those camps, going hungry for days. Furthermore, I haven't yet lived the life of a Rohingya.
Please give me any comments, advice on how to improve my note to my future roommate. Dear Future Roommate, Under this note, you will find a piece of fruit tart that I have baked. Please enjoy! Then, please evaluate the tart, referring to the criteria below: Crispinesssturdiness of crustVisual appealAmount of fillingNow, you are probably wondering why your roommate is asking you this.I have developed a ritual to deepen my camaraderie with my friends: I would bake a requested treat every weekend and ask them to evaluate it on Monday. Friends who did not manage to cross the "close" boundary played it safe. They bit into the over-baked cheesecake, stifled a wince, and commented that the burnt bits contributed a nice "tang." Close friends, however, were unafraid to be savage."The shells are cracked, the inside is uncooked, and the texture is too chewy. Not to mention, there's hardly any ganache in this; it's like a burger without patty", they remarked, resembling Gordon Ramsey. I am unmoved by this castigation. Not only did their brutal frankness bring improvement to my pastries, it created the honest and comfortable relationship that brought us close in the first place. We have this unmovable friendship that I wish to share with you, my dear roommate. So without further ado, enjoy, and don't be afraid to call out the soppy crust or lumpy custard. (246 words)
Please give me any comments, advice on how to improve my note to my future roommate. Dear Future Roommate, Under this note, you will find a piece of fruit tart that I have baked. Please enjoy! Then, please evaluate the tart, referring to the criteria below: Crispiness sturdiness of crustVisual appealAmount of filling, you are probably wondering why your roommate is asking you this. I have developed a ritual to deepen my camaraderie with my friends: I would bake a requested treat every weekend and ask them to evaluate it on Monday. Friends who did not manage to cross the "close" boundary played it safe. They bit into the over-baked cheesecake, stifled a wince, and commented that the burnt bits contributed a nice "tang." Close friends, however, were unafraid to be savage." The shells are cracked, the inside is uncooked, and the texture is too chewy. Not to mention, there's hardly any panache in this; it's like a burger without patty", they remarked, resembling Gordon Ramsey. I am unmoved by this castigation. Not only did their brutal frankness bring improvement to my pastries, it created the honest and comfortable relationship that brought us close in the first place. We have this unmovable friendship that I wish to share with you, my dear roommate. So without further ado, enjoy, and don't be afraid to call out the soppy crust or lumpy custard. (246 words)
STUDENTS WORK TO IMPROVE THEIR COMMUNITIES IN DIFFERENT WAYS, FROM TACKLING THE WORLD'S BIGGEST CHALLENGES TO BEING A GOOD FRIEND. DESCRIBE ONE WAY IN WHICH YOU HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO YOUR COMMUNITY, WHETHER IN YOUR FAMILY, THE CLASSROOM, YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD, ETC. (200-250) Along with organizing different charity campaigns wholeheartedly, I have motivated people within my community to not only use their talents and assets to inspire others but to also believe in themselves and understand their underlying self worth and potential. Recently a student of my school suffered from cancer and had to go to South Korea for medical treatment. The cost of it was so expensive that all school members decided to raise money to help him. Besides this fantastic initiative, I asked myself what else could be done to help him. Since dance is my passion, I came up with the idea of organizing dance workshops to raise more money for him. I called choreographers I knew, and I made posters. My friends printed tickets. We started to sell tickets and announce this event to the whole city. I was so pleased when some restaurants called me to organize free coffee breaks that day to support the initiative. One of our guest-choreographers invited a TV Channel to broadcast our friend's story to the whole country. Finally, 130 people came to our event, we could raise $350, and the most important - everyone was happy and satisfied. My friend, Rayimbek, could finally face his fate with hope and the support of thousands of caring people. After the event, people thanked us for organizing this charity campaign. People said they had a great time with other people. Someone was grateful that they also helped Rayimbek. I accept that this event was only drop in an ocean. However, the ocean is made of drops.
STUDENTS WORK TO IMPROVE THEIR COMMUNITIES IN DIFFERENT WAYS, FROM TACKLING THE WORLD'S BIGGEST CHALLENGES TO BEING A GOOD FRIEND. DESCRIBE ONE WAY IN WHICH YOU HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO YOUR COMMUNITY, WHETHER IN YOUR FAMILY, THE CLASSROOM, YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD, ETC. (200-250) Along with organizing different charity campaigns wholeheartedly, I have motivated people within my community to not only use their talents and assets to inspire others but to also believe in themselves and understand their underlying self-worth and potential. Recently a student of my school suffered from cancer and had to go to South Korea for medical treatment. The cost of it was so expensive that all school members decided to raise money to help him. Besides this fantastic initiative, I asked myself what else could be done to help him. Since dance is my passion, I came up with the idea of organizing dance workshops to raise more money for him. I called choreographers I knew, and I made posters. My friends printed tickets. We started to sell tickets and announce this event to the whole city. I was so pleased when some restaurants called me to organize free coffee breaks that day to support the initiative. One of our guest-choreographers invited a TV Channel to broadcast our friend's story to the whole country. Finally, 130 people came to our event, we could raise $350, and the most important - everyone was happy and satisfied. My friend, Rayimbek, could finally face his fate with hope and the support of thousands of caring people. After the event, people thanked us for organizing this charity campaign. People said they had a great time with other people. Someone was grateful that they also helped Rayimbek. I accept that this event was only drop in an ocean. However, the ocean is made of drops.
Any comments, discussions, questions, criticism appreciated! During my senior year, I conducted an comparative study of Japanese and American history textbooks, albeit struggling with the limited resources, mentorship, and knowledge of a high school student. My research is incomplete, and I wish to deepen my analysis at college. Since my research is interdisciplinary, requiring sociological, historical, and psychological perspectives, the Open Curriculum is the perfect match: courses provided by the educational department including Analysis of Teaching providing me with base, East Asian history courses helping me delve into historical backgrounds, and Developmental Psychology courses allowing me to consider the effectiveness of textbooks in education. Brown is the only university allowing me to create my own curriculum around my desire to analyze education from an international comparative perspective, while satisfying my curiosity for other unexplored areas such as neurology and creative writing. I also have a specific frugality for food; I am that person who agitates over a single grain of rice left on the plate. At Brown, I wish to do more than patrol through the cafeteria, yelling at people to finish their food. I aspire to create a club dedicated to decrease food waste called the Mottainai-club after the unique Japanese word blending the concepts of saving and not wasting. We would tally the amount of food wasted each week, and aim to reduce food waste by setting a quota, perhaps under emPOWER and in collaboration with SCRAP. I am sure that my passion for food and strong Mottainai mentality would enable me to make a positive change in the world, starting at Brown.
Any comments, discussions, question, criticism appreciated! During my senior year, I conducted a comparative study of Japanese and American history textbooks, albeit struggling with the limited resources, mentorship, and knowledge of a high school student. My research is incomplete, and I wish to deepen my analysis at college. Since my research is interdisciplinary, requiring sociological, historical, and psychological perspectives, the Open Curriculum is the perfect match: courses provided by the educational department including Analysis of Teaching providing me with base, East Asian history courses helping me delve into historical backgrounds, and Developmental Psychology courses allowing me to consider the effectiveness of textbooks in education. Brown is the only university allowing me to create my own curriculum around my desire to analyze education from an international comparative perspective, while satisfying my curiosity for other unexplored areas such as neurology and creative writing. I also have a specific frugality for food; I am that person who agitates over a single grain of rice left on the plate. At Brown, I wish to do more than patrol through the cafeteria, yelling at people to finish their food. I aspire to create a club dedicated to decrease food waste called the Mottainai-club after the unique Japanese word blending the concepts of saving and not wasting. We would tally the amount of food wasted each week, and aim to reduce food waste by setting a quota, perhaps under empower and in collaboration with SCRAP. I am sure that my passion for food and strong Montana mentality would enable me to make a positive change in the world, starting at Brown.
It was March of 2018. On top of doing jazz and ballet, I wanted to be even more active and sprint for my school's track and field team. After a month of practice, I was starting to get the hang of things. One day during practice, I felt an ache in both of my knees and ankles but brushed it off. We did our two laps for warm up and stretches as usual. I pushed the pain to the back of my mind and walked up to the hurdles coach. Our regular coach wasn't with us that day, so the girls switched over to a new one with a new workout. All of the guys went to their respective coaches. At this point, I wished I was with them running long distance. "Okay, so you all are gonna do, 1-1-2-1's, 1-2-1-1's, 2-1-1-1's..." I looked around in terror. What the heck is that? I walked up to a seasoned runner and asked her what Coach meant. "1's are 100, 2's are 200. 1-2-1-1 is 100 meters, 200 hundred meters, and then two separate sets of 100 meters. You build up a pace each time, but don't reach sprinting." At that moment it hit me like a ton of bricks-I was doing the same exercises as the Super Fast Girls who win medals. They went into their runner's stance, and I copied their positions like a child copying a parent. Fake it till you make it, right? As I got into my makeshift stance, I heard my aching knees clearer than the coach's yelling. All of a sudden, everything around me felt silent now, even though I heard the girls' chatter in the distance. Mentally brushing my shoulders off, I found the courage to walk up the coach and tell him my predicament, hoping that somewhere in his heart he'd go easy on me. "Excuse me, Coach, I just wanted to let you know that my knees and ankles are hurting." I say. He shrugged at me. I didn't know how to comprehend what just happened. In my mind, Coach would've have told me something along the lines of, "Don't push yourself too hard." or "Only do half of the drills then." But instead, I went back to my spot and into my stance, anticipating the worst practice of my life. Whee! Before I knew it the whistle blew and my legs moved ahead of my brain. My lungs filled with fire and I was ready to scream. If only I was at a concert where that would be expected and considered normal of me. A hot, stinging, burning sensation spreads through my legs and up to my heart. I ironically felt the need to shiver, only wishing it was 20 degrees colder and that I enjoyed the wind whipping harshly against my numb face. The first set was over. Whee! The whistle blew again. And again. And again. And again until I lost count because my head and my legs no longer felt like they were apart of my body. The burning was worse, and I felt lightheaded. My water bottle seemed so far away as I walked up to it as quickly as I could. Looking around, I saw the Super Fast Girls panting. Somehow they still looked pristine and beautiful. The Grim Reaper should be visiting me soon. Maybe he'll spare me? As I leaned up against the wall trying to regain all of my senses, I noticed the increasing intensity of pain in my knees and ankles. The rest of practice goes by so quickly as if it never happened. I tell my parents everything about it. We make an appointment with the orthopedist I visited in 7th grade for the same injury. After a myriad of tests and being asked, "On a scale of 1-10, how much does this hurt?" the verdict was decided. "While you are running, your kneecap moves around, which creates friction. And since you aren't as active as you've been for the past couple of weeks, this was too much, too fast for your body. You shouldn't do any physical activity for four to six weeks. No ballet, no jazz, no track." The doctor also told me to do physical therapy twice a week for four weeks. My world had been smashed into tiny pieces. Everything I worked so hard for had been taken from me in a couple of words. I could already hear my mother telling me, "Everything happens for a reason, sweetheart." The car ride home was uneventful, to say the least. Sadness was etched across my face and I felt on the verge of tears for the whole trip. This experience changed how I look at life. By trying to do everything, you end up doing nothing. None of us are immortal superheroes that can hold the world in one hand and scroll Twitter with the other. Pacing yourself is essential, and if you forget to do so, the world you built can crumble beneath you. Not being able to dance or run made me appreciate the things I am able to do rather than the things I am not, on top of cherishing the small things that are right in front of me. Even though I wasn't able to dance for over a month, I learned my jazz class' choreography by watching and mimicking the movement, enough to still put in the Spring dance concert.
It was March 2018. On top of doing jazz and ballet, I wanted to be even more active and sprint for my school's track and field team. After a month of practice, I was starting to get the hang of things. One day during practice, I felt an ache in both of my knees and ankles but brushed it off. We did our two laps for warm up and stretches as usual. I pushed the pain to the back of my mind and walked up to the hurdles coach. Our regular coach wasn't with us that day, so the girls switched over to a new one with a new workout. All the guys went to their respective coaches. At this point, I wished I was with them running long distance. "Okay, so you all are going to do, 1-1-2-1's, 1-2-1-1's, 2-1-1-1's..." I looked around in terror. What the heck is that? I walked up to a seasoned runner and asked her what Coach meant. "1's are 100, 2's are 200. 1-2-1-1 is 100 meters, 200 hundred meters, and then two separate sets of 100 meters. You build up a pace each time, but don't reach sprinting." At that moment it hit me like a ton of bricks-I was doing the same exercises as the Super Fast Girls who win medals. They went into their runner's stance, and I copied their positions like a child copying a parent. Fake it till you make it, right? As I got into my makeshift stance, I heard my aching knees clearer than the coach's yelling. All of a sudden, everything around me felt silent now, even though I heard the girls' chatter in the distance. Mentally brushing my shoulders off, I found the courage to walk up the coach and tell him my predicament, hoping that somewhere in his heart he'd go easy on me. "Excuse me, Coach, I just wanted to let you know that my knees and ankles are hurting." I say. He shrugged at me. I didn't know how to comprehend what just happened. In my mind, Coach would've had told me something along the lines of, "Don't push yourself too hard." or "Only do half of the drills then." But instead, I went back to my spot and into my stance, anticipating the worst practice of my life. Whee! Before I knew it the whistle blew and my legs moved ahead of my brain. My lungs filled with fire, and I was ready to scream. If only I was at a concert where that would be expected and considered normal of me. A hot, stinging, burning sensation spreads through my legs and up to my heart. I ironically felt the need to shiver, only wishing it was 20 degrees colder and that I enjoyed the wind whipping harshly against my numb face. The first set was over. Whee! The whistle blew again. And again. And again. And again until I lost count because my head and my legs no longer felt like they were a part of my body. The burning was worse, and I felt lightheaded. My water bottle seemed so far away as I walked up to it as quickly as I could. Looking around, I saw the Super Fast Girls panting. Somehow they still looked pristine and beautiful. The Grim Reaper should be visiting me soon. Maybe he'll spare me? As I leaned up against the wall trying to regain all of my senses, I noticed the increasing intensity of pain in my knees and ankles. The rest of practice goes by so quickly as if it never happened. I tell my parents everything about it. We make an appointment with the orthopedist I visited in 7th grade for the same injury. After a myriad of tests and being asked, "On a scale of 1-10, how much does this hurt?" the verdict was decided. "While you are running, your kneecap moves around, which creates friction. And since you aren't as active as you've been for the past couple of weeks, this was too much, too fast for your body. You shouldn't do any physical activity for four to six weeks. No ballet, no jazz, no track." The doctor also told me to do physical therapy twice a week for four weeks. My world had been smashed into tiny pieces. Everything I worked so hard for had been taken from me in a couple of words. I could already hear my mother telling me, "Everything happens for a reason, sweetheart." The car ride home was uneventful, to say the least. Sadness was etched across my face and I felt on the verge of tears for the whole trip. This experience changed how I look at life. By trying to do everything, you end up doing nothing. None of us are immortal superheroes that can hold the world in one hand and scroll Twitter with the other. Pacing yourself is essential, and if you forget to do so, the world you built can crumble beneath you. Not being able to dance or run made me appreciate the things I am able to do rather than the things I am not, on top of cherishing the small things that are right in front of me. Even though I wasn't able to dance for over a month, I learned my jazz class' choreography by watching and mimicking the movement, enough to still put in the Spring dance concert.
"Well, any ideas?"Silence fills the room. I am impatient, waiting for anyone-anything to break the intolerable silence. I sigh, as the twenty-four pairs of eyes stare blankly back at me. Nobody moves. When I asked the committee to voice their opinions, I would be met with this norm. The intimidating silence stifled the students' voices, as they assumed some brave soul would eventually venture to speak. Unfortunately, no such thing ever happened, and the meeting would come to the typical close of my presentation of ideas and the others' nod of assent. I wanted to be the revolutionary chairwoman who would disrupt this status quo. I dreamt of the ideal committee meeting: a classroom full of students in animated discussion, an occasional outburst of laughter, and me straining to transcribe the explosion of creative ideas from the students onto the whiteboard-a fantasy far from the reality that I faced. It was during the SAT that the idea sprang to me. Inspired by a social science passage about a company that successfully boosted employer creativity, I hypothesized the reason behind the unfruitful meetings. Perhaps the uneasy ambience-stemming from the students' unfamiliarity with one another- was the root of the nervousness and reticence. To resolve this, I decided to host my favorite icebreaker: Charades. The teachers were skeptical. The tradition established that committee meetings were a formal affair for making important decisions, not some social club to make friends. However, after weeks of persistent imploring, they gave in and allocated half an hour to the game. I marveled at the success of the icebreaker as elated expressions filled the students' faces. There was much laughter all around, and the post-activity discussions were lively, with hands shooting up and cheerful voices resonating in the room. I smiled as my chalk ran out. Now that's more like it.
"Well, any ideas?" Silence fills the room. I am impatient, waiting for anyone-anything to break the intolerable silence. I sigh, as the twenty-four pairs of eyes stare blankly back at me. Nobody moves. When I asked the committee to voice their opinions, I would be met with this norm. The intimidating silence stifled the students' voices, as they assumed some brave soul would eventually venture to speak. Unfortunately, no such thing ever happened, and the meeting would come to the typical close of my presentation of ideas and the others' nod of assent. I wanted to be the revolutionary chairwoman who would disrupt this status quo. I dreamt of the ideal committee meeting: a classroom full of students in animated discussion, an occasional outburst of laughter, and me straining to transcribe the explosion of creative ideas from the students onto the whiteboard-a fantasy far from the reality that I faced. It was during the SAT that the idea sprang to me. Inspired by a social science passage about a company that successfully boosted employer creativity, I hypothesized the reason behind the unfruitful meetings. Perhaps the uneasy ambience-stemming from the students' unfamiliarity with one another-was the root of the nervousness and reticence. To resolve this, I decided to host my favorite icebreaker: Charades. The teachers were skeptical. The tradition established that committee meetings were a formal affair for making important decisions, not some social club to make friends. However, after weeks of persistent imploring, they gave in and allocated half an hour to the game. I marveled at the success of the icebreaker as elated expressions filled the students' faces. There was much laughter all around, and the post-activity discussions were lively, with hands shooting up and cheerful voices resonating in the room. I smiled as my chalk ran out. Now that's more like it.
Thanks for any time put into reading this! What I find extremely perturbing is the fact that there are still undernourished people in the world. Ironically, the world wastes 1.3 billion tons of food each year. If all that food could be used to feed those in need, how different the world would be. But instead, we opt to scrap the edible parts of vegetables, dump mounds of unfinished spaghetti into the bin, or throw away two-day ("best before") expired food without a second glance. I assume my specific frugality for food came from the way I was raised. I was taught to never leave even a single grain of rice stuck on the plate, and my parents were raised like that, too. In college, I wish to do more than patrol through the cafeteria, yelling at people to finish their food or stay behind or gloomily stare at the bin filled with uneaten things. I aspire to create a club dedicated to cutting back on food waste called the Mottainai-club after the unique Japanese word blending the concepts of saving and not wasting. We would tally the amount of food that is wasted each week and aim to reduce the amount of food waste by setting a quota, or make use of the waste by composting it. The main purpose of the club, however, would be to increase awareness of the issue by spreading the fervor. I am sure that my passion for food and strong Mottainai mentality will enable me to make a positive change.
Thanks for any time put into reading this! What I find extremely perturbing is the fact that there are still undernourished people in the world. Ironically, the world wastes 1.3 billion tons of food each year. If all that food could be used to feed those in need, how different the world would be. But instead, we opt to scrap the edible parts of vegetables, dump mounds of unfinished spaghetti into the bin, or throw away two-day ("best before") expired food without a second glance. I assume my specific frugality for food came from the way I was raised. I was taught to never leave even a single grain of rice stuck on the plate, and my parents were raised like that, too. In college, I wish to do more than patrol through the cafeteria, yelling at people to finish their food or stay behind or gloomily stare at the bin filled with uneaten things. I aspire to create a club dedicated to cutting back on food waste called the Mottainai-club after the unique Japanese word blending the concepts of saving and not wasting. We would tally the amount of food that is wasted each week and aim to reduce the amount of food waste by setting a quota, or make use of the waste by composting it. The main purpose of the club, however, would be to increase awareness of the issue by spreading the fervor. I am sure that my passion for food and strong Montana mentality will enable me to make a positive change.
24 nonplussed students with their funny-looking robot trying to answer this important question "what are we supposed to do?" while everyone else working. This was us, Team 6697, a rookie team from Istanbul at FRC Northern Arizona Regional 2017. I was the spokesperson and only interpreter. And as we say in our little interpreter circle, "With great English literacy comes great responsibility." I wasn't active during the building season as I was responsible for award essays, but now it was my time to shine. That being said, we walked into the arena and found ourselves admiring the teams around us. We even met a team from "Hall of Fame" and were thrilled when they wanted to talk to us. It was like a cliché high school movie where we (new kids) would get super excited about them (popular guys) talking to us. While these teams were ahead of us by experience in FRC, we had something that they didn't: a family like bond. Perhaps it was sniffing tin solder at 1 AM or singing the FRC song that bonded us but we became a family over building season. Our mentor was our pregnant Physics teacher who we were quite close with. And our Turkish roots helped us when it came to our enthusiasm. We have our own way of cheering (particularly in soccer) that was new to Americans. In FRC there are many awards and many factors judges take into consideration. They inspect your pit, safety kits or even team's Instagram account and I was responsible for a bunch of presentations for them as well. Without any experience, we were able to impress them with one thing: our bond. We were able to make it to the semi-finals in Istanbul but couldn't make it to team allocations in Arizona. We upset at first but then teams started asking us to teach them our way of cheering. So we did, we taught them our way and at the end we all had fun. After the matches, there was only one thing left: Awards Ceremony. We sat on the benchers without expectations and heard something we least expected "And the winner of Team Spirit Award is... 6697 Eurobotics". We screamed, with spirit of course and ran to the stage to get our award, again with spirit. I guess that moment once again proved the judges that they've made the right decision. Although the award wasn't about robotics it represented concepts that each team should have: spirit and bond. And I had a great role in conveying those concepts to judges who didn't know us. I was the one that explained them our inside jokes and Turkish way of cheering. I was the only interpreter and my interpretation helped them get to know us through the language barrier and played a significant role in our win.
24 nonplussed students with their funny-looking robot trying to answer this important question "what are we supposed to do?" while everyone else working. This was us, Team 6697, a rookie team from Istanbul at FRC Northern Arizona Regional 2017. I was the spokesperson and only interpreter. And as we say in our little interpreter circle, "With great English literacy comes great responsibility." I wasn't active during the building season as I was responsible for award essays, but now it was my time to shine. That being said, we walked into the arena and found ourselves admiring the surrounding teams. We even met a team from "Hall of Fame" and were thrilled when they wanted to talk to us. It was like a cliché high school movie where we (new kids) would get super excited about them (popular guys) talking to us. While these teams were ahead of us by experience in FRC, we had something that they didn't: a family like bond. Perhaps it was sniffing tin solder at 1 AM or singing the FRC song that bonded us, but we became a family over building season. Our mentor was our pregnant Physics' teacher who we were quite close with. And our Turkish roots helped us when it came to our enthusiasm. We have our own way of cheering (particularly in soccer) that was new to Americans. In FRC there are many awards and many factors judges take into consideration. They inspect your pit, safety kits or even team's Instagram account, and I was responsible for a bunch of presentations for them as well. Without any experience, we were able to impress them with one thing: our bond. We were able to make it to the semi-finals in Istanbul but couldn't make it to team allocations in Arizona. We upset at first, but then teams started asking us to teach them our way of cheering. So we did, we taught them our way and at the end we all had fun. After the matches, there was only one thing left: Awards Ceremony. We sat on the benches without expectations and heard something we least expected "And the winner of Team Spirit Award is... 6697 Eu robotics". We screamed, with spirit of course and ran to the stage to get our award, again with spirit. I guess that moment once again proved the judges that they've made the right decision. Although the award wasn't about robotics it represented concepts that each team should have: spirit and bond. And I had a great role in conveying those concepts to judges who didn't know us. I was the one that explained them our inside jokes and Turkish way of cheering. I was the only interpreter and my interpretation helped them get to know us through the language barrier and played a significant role in our win.
For thousands of years, beauty has been a large factor in the societal hierarchy of humans, helping determine power, rank, and amount of respect received. People revered Cleopatra because of her beauty alone. Beauty is an instrumental key backbone and standpoint of society, and knowing how to create beauty gives you power in the industry and in life too. The path I am currently on is one to reach my full potential with the ability to create, and also define and redefine beauty. I truly believe that potential will be reached at FIT because of the incredible programs offered and endless opportunities available to expand upon my dreams. The major I have chosen is advertising and marketing communications, with the plan to enroll in the bachelors program of cosmetics and fragrance marketing once my Associates degree is complete. My ultimate goal out of getting my degree is to become a multifaceted makeup artist with my own business. With the ability of creation and design on one hand, and all of the industry information and business knowledge on the other, the world will be at my fingertips. My passion for beauty and cosmetics has been a long time in the making. As a child, I would obsessively watch the runway shows on TV, Like NYFW or Victoria's Secret. At first I loved how the beautiful clothes would correlate with the seemingly otherworldly makeup but as time went on I became increasingly more fixed on the makeup looks and the way the cosmetics transformed the models. Since then my love for makeup and it's artistry has never died, but only burns brighter each day. I went from borrowing my mom's makeup and have to sneak it back and wash my face before she got home, to investing my money into building my pro kit to work as a professional. My mother always told me to chase my dreams and ignore the comments of " pick a real job" or " what a waste of intelligence" that I would always hear. A large part of my high confidence in pursuing a career in what I love is from her pushing me and giving me guidance to accomplish my goals. My mom was my biggest supporter, but she tragically passed away from stage 4 breast cancer in October of 2018. She fought her battle for three years and during the time I was her primary caregiver. From the moment she woke up until we went to sleep, I even often slept in the same room as her to continue to make sure she was alright and provide care. Doing everything that she needed to take care of her took up all of my time, but as reflected on my transcripts I kept my grades up and worked as hard as I could in school. Even with her passing I have kept the same work ethic; I use the pain as motivation. The loss affects me terribly but in the end it only pushes me harder to achieve the dream that we planned together. I always put my all into everything I do, so I will not stop or give up; not now and not ever. I invested 10+ years of my life in the Girl Scouts dedicated to helping others, and have completed 200+ hours of community service contributing to my town. during this time I was given the bronze and silver awards - I was unable to pursue the gold because of my mother's circumstances. Helping others is something I enjoy with all my heart, and if I can help others by making them feel beautiful with makeup, I will be one of the happiest girl in the world. As for right now, I am focusing all of my energy into my future career as a makeup artist. After I receive my degree I plan on beginning my own business, selling my own line of cosmetics and fragrance is. One of my dreams is to be doing people's make up with my own products! I've already begun building a platform as a foundation for my future by running my own promotive social accounts, showcasing my art and skill with photo posts of looks done on myself and others. I also locally travel to do makeup for others for events to practice and gain skill. There can be no successful plan without the knowledge to back it though, that being why I have chosen FIT is my number one school. The unique programs offered only at FIT is when I'm sure I need to gain insight needed to advance further. My chosen major to complete during my first two years, advertising and marketing communications, is a choice I firmly believe is right to learn the ins and outs of a business so that I may delve deeper when I can apply for my bachelors degree in cosmetics and fragrance marketing. I look forward excitedly to learning underneath the industry professionals that conduct the classes! Being taught by someone who shares the same love to the subject of the course makes the experience even more valuable. Gaining insight or knowledge while also requiring higher intelligence and skills is priceless and it would be a dream to receive that. Another reason I confidently feel I belong at FIT is the environment. The everyday life of living in the city is extremely exciting, much different in the suburbs I reside in now! It is a blank slate away from my small town where I've been judged and ridiculed by my peers since we were young, mainly about my appearance. I hope the opportunity to attend FIT and meet fresh faces with whom I look forward to building lifelong friendships, something I am not able to do where I live. The judgment free environment will be a breath of fresh air, and I will finally be free to express myself and make an impression of who I really am with nothing holding me back. In accordance with the bountiful social aspects of campus life, the school's location in NYC also provides unless paths and opportunities. The curriculum taught at FIT will open many new doors on its own, but combined with the atmosphere of the city that never sleeps, I'm positive I will run into much more incredible possibilities like valuable internships, jobs in my intended career field, and plentiful networking opportunities. There is nowhere better to be for me! Taking all events together and having followed matter from the beginning, I strongly hope you will consider accepting me to FIT and give me the honor of calling myself a part of FIT alumni. I resolutely believe I can accomplish great things at your school and I am eager for the chance to prove it! I will be a great addition to the entering class of fall 2019, shall you accept me, and I will patiently and humbly await your response.
For thousands of years, beauty has been a large factor in the societal hierarchy of humans, helping determine power, rank, and amount of respect received. People revered Cleopatra because of her beauty alone. Beauty is an instrumental key backbone and standpoint of society, and knowing how to create beauty gives you power in the industry and in life too. The path I am currently on is one to reach my full potential with the ability to create, and also define and redefine beauty. I truly believe that potential will be reached at FIT because of the incredible programs offered and endless opportunities available to expand upon my dreams. The major I have chosen is advertising and marketing communications, with the plan to enroll in the bachelors program of cosmetics and fragrance marketing once my Associates degree is complete. My ultimate goal out of getting my degree is to become a multifaceted makeup artist with my own business. With the ability of creation and design on one hand, and all the industry information and business knowledge on the other, the world will be at my fingertips. My passion for beauty and cosmetics has been a long time in the making. As a child, I would obsessively watch the runway shows on TV, Like NSFW or Victoria's Secret. At first, I loved how the beautiful clothes would correlate with the seemingly otherworldly makeup but as time went on I became increasingly more fixed on the makeup looks and the way the cosmetics transformed the models. Since then my love for makeup and its artistry has never died, but only burns brighter each day. I went from borrowing my mom's makeup and have to sneak it back and wash my face before she got home, to investing my money into building my pro kit to work as a professional. My mother always told me to chase my dreams and ignore the comments of" pick a real job" or" what a waste of intelligence" that I would always hear. A large part of my high confidence in pursuing a career in what I love is from her pushing me and giving me guidance to accomplish my goals. My mom was my biggest supporter, but she tragically passed away from stage 4 breast cancer in October 2018. She fought her battle for three years and during the time I was her primary caregiver. From the moment she woke up until we went to sleep, I even often slept in the same room as her to continue to make sure she was alright and provide care. Doing everything that she needed to take care of her took up all of my time, but as reflected on my transcripts I kept my grades up and worked as hard as I could in school. Even with her passing I have kept the same work ethic; I use the pain as motivation. The loss affects me terribly but in the end it only pushes me harder to achieve the dream that we planned together. I always put my all into everything I do, so I will not stop or give up; not now and not ever. I invested 10+ years of my life in the Girl Scouts dedicated to helping others, and have completed 200+ hours of community service contributing to my town. During this time I was given the bronze and silver awards - I was unable to pursue the gold because of my mother's circumstances. Helping others is something I enjoy with all my heart, and if I can help others by making them feel beautiful with makeup, I will be one of the happiest girl in the world. As for right now, I am focusing all of my energy into my future career as a makeup artist. After I receive my degree I plan on beginning my own business, selling my own line of cosmetics and fragrance is. One of my dreams is to be doing people's make up with my own products! I've already begun building a platform as a foundation for my future by running my own promotive social accounts, showcasing my art and skill with photo posts of looks done on myself and others. I also locally travel to do makeup for others for events to practice and gain skill. There can be no successful plan without the knowledge to back it though, that being why I have chosen FIT is my number one school. The unique programs offered only at FIT is when I'm sure I need to gain insight needed to advance further. My chosen major to complete during my first two years, advertising and marketing communications, is a choice I firmly believe is right to learn the ins and outs of a business so that I may delve deeper when I can apply for my bachelors degree in cosmetics and fragrance marketing. I look forward excitedly to learning underneath the industry professionals that conduct the classes! Being taught by someone who shares the same love to the subject of the course makes the experience even more valuable. Gaining insight or knowledge while also requiring higher intelligence and skills is priceless, and it would be a dream to receive that. Another reason I confidently feel I belong at FIT is the environment. The everyday life of living in the city is extremely exciting, much different in the suburbs I reside in now! It is a blank slate away from my small town where I've been judged and ridiculed by my peers since we were young, mainly about my appearance. I hope the opportunity to attend FIT and meet fresh faces with whom I look forward to building lifelong friendships, something I am not able to do where I live. The judgment free environment will be a breath of fresh air, and I will finally be free to express myself and make an impression of whom I really am with nothing holding me back. In accordance with the bountiful social aspects of campus life, the school's location in NYC also provides unless paths and opportunities. The curriculum taught at FIT will open many new doors on its own, but combined with the atmosphere of the city that never sleeps, I'm positive I will run into much more incredible possibilities like valuable internships, jobs in my intended career field, and plentiful networking opportunities. There is nowhere better to be for me! Taking all events together and having followed matter from the beginning, I strongly hope you will consider accepting me to FIT and give me the honor of calling myself a part of FIT alumni. I resolutely believe I can accomplish great things at your school, and I am eager for the chance to prove it! I will be a great addition to the entering class of fall 2019, shall you accept me, and I will patiently and humbly await your response.
Five cities, dozens of platforms, hundreds of listeners. This is the number of places and people to whom I spoke as the Ambassador of my University. In addition, I was a consultant and manager of the Admission Office. Now let's go through everything in order. When I Speaking to high school graduates and telling them about the importance of choosing the right University and opportunities in the capital, I was overwhelmed with different feelings. On the one hand, it is a feeling of pleasure, because you see the burning and inspired eyes of the audience, on the other hand, there was a sense of great responsibility, because I understood that I have an impact on the future choice of young people. And in whole that time, I realized one thing, I love to inspire people. And the whole point of life, in my opinion, is to help people realize themselves. Having visited small towns and villages of Kazakhstan as a representative of my University, I saw a lot of smart and talented guys with great potential, but some of them were sitting without fire in their eyes. Because it seems to them there that it is impossible to achieve any success in this life or the country. I think the reason for this is the environment that puts pressure on them and the inappropriate conditions that their educational institutions provide for them. Therefore, I have a great desire to help these guys, to help them to realize, to believe in themselves, to show that now in our time everything can be achieved on their own and knowledge. The least I want to help them is to inspire them. But I am well aware that, first of all, I need to fully realize myself and learn many things. That's why I'm applying for the Global UGRAD program, as spending a semester in the US is an excellent opportunity to develop the skills and abilities of the student. The opportunity to gain international educational experience is an extremely important aspect for me. Because on arrival in Kazakhstan, I plan to complete an internship and continue to work in the international company EY (Ernst&Young) as a lawyer. Therefore, the knowledge and skills that I could get in the United States will be very necessary, as the law schools of America are among the best in the world.
Five cities, dozens of platforms, hundreds of listeners. This is the number of places and people to whom I spoke as the Ambassador of my University. In addition, I was a consultant and manager of the Admission Office. Now let's go through everything in order. When I'm Speaking to high school graduates and telling them about the importance of choosing the right University and opportunities in the capital, I was overwhelmed with different feelings. On the one hand, it is a feeling of pleasure, because you see the burning and inspired eyes of the audience, on the other hand, there was a sense of great responsibility, because I understood that I have an impact on the future choice of young people. And in whole that time, I realized one thing, I love to inspire people. And the whole point of life, in my opinion, is to help people realize themselves. Having visited small towns and villages of Kazakhstan as a representative of my University, I saw a lot of smart and talented guys with great potential, but some of them were sitting without fire in their eyes. Because it seems to them there that it is impossible to achieve any success in this life or the country. I think the reason for this is the environment that puts pressure on them and the inappropriate conditions that their educational institutions provide for them. Therefore, I have a great desire to help these guys, to help them to realize, to believe in themselves, to show that now in our time everything can be achieved on their own and knowledge. The least I want to help them is to inspire them. But I am well aware that, first, I need to fully realize myself and learn many things. That's why I'm applying for the Global GRAD program, as spending a semester in the US is an excellent opportunity to develop the skills and abilities of the student. The opportunity to gain international educational experience is an extremely important aspect for me. Because on arrival in Kazakhstan, I plan to complete an internship and continue to work in the international company EY (Restamp;Young) as a lawyer. Therefore, the knowledge and skills that I could get in the United States will be very necessary, as the law schools of America are among the best in the world.
It is widely known that co-op is one of the main factors that make the University of Waterloo consistently reach the top of the list as the best engineering university. Companies big and small know of Waterloo Engineering's ability to breed creative thinking and entrepreneurship within every student. Not only do you give students a chance at the world's most innovative businesses, ones that I hope to work for myself, but you lead them to success in their positions. This is a part of Waterloo that I know is essential for my growth in the future. Also, communities such as EngSoc encourages development professionally and helps newcomers transition into the life of Waterloo. The helpfulness of student societies such as this create a welcoming environment and would give me a head start, taking away some stress of a new environment and allowing me to focus on being the best version of myself.
It is widely known that co-op is one of the main factors that make the University of Waterloo consistently reach the top of the list as the best engineering university. Companies big and small know of Waterloo Engineering's ability to breed creative thinking and entrepreneurship within every student. Not only do you give students a chance at the world's most innovative businesses, ones that I hope to work for myself, but you lead them to success in their positions. This is a part of Waterloo that I know is essential for my growth in the future. Also, communities such as Eng Soc encourages development professionally and helps newcomers transition into the life of Waterloo. The helpfulness of student societies such as this create a welcoming environment and would give me a head start, taking away some stress of a new environment and allowing me to focus on being the best version of myself.
Prompt: My perennial fascination towards theoretical physics and aptitude for applied mathematics steered me to venture into the diverse field ofmechanics. I want to bring the gadgets and ideas bouncing in my head to life and debut them on an international stage, casting world-changinginnovations and inventions as lead actors, and I believe Waterloo is the perfect Director. Waterloo's well-oiled Co-Op program will not only provide me a plethora of priceless work experience, but also help me establishvital networks with involved individuals and industries. Moreover, I want to firsthand experience Nobel Laureate Dr. Strickland's lectures,furthering my intellectual curiosity and never ending desire to learn. Justin Trudeau described Waterloo's indispensable ingredient,diversity, as the engine of invention. With me I bring the cultures and ideas of a subcontinent, my irreplaceable assets.
Prompt: My perennial fascination towards theoretical physics and aptitude for applied mathematics steered me to venture into the diverse field of mechanics. I want to bring the gadgets and ideas bouncing in my head to life and debut them on an international stage, casting world-changinginnovations and inventions as lead actors, and I believe Waterloo is the perfect Director. Waterloo's well-oiled Co-Op program will not only provide me a plethora of priceless work experience, but also help me establish vital networks with involved individuals and industries. Moreover, I want to firsthand experience Nobel Laureate Dr. Strickland's lectures, furthering my intellectual curiosity and never ending desire to learn. Justin Trudeau described Waterloo's indispensable ingredient, diversity, as the engine of invention. With me, I bring the cultures and ideas of a subcontinent, my irreplaceable assets.
"Wait!" I yelled as I ran off the train. My connecting train from Mannheim to Munich was pulling away from the station, but without me on it. With only 5% battery left on my phone, I scrambled to text my friend in Munich that I would be arriving late. As my phone battery decreased, my stress to find another train increased. I was frantically searching around the train platforms when I realized I would be just fine--I'd been living out a similar situation for the past four months, and much of my prior life. I could, and would, adapt. In August of my junior year, I moved to a small village in the countryside of western Germany to take advantage of a scholarship opportunity. Being a little nervous, I didn't know what to expect, but I followed through. At the time of my departure, I almost felt comfortable with being uncomfortable. Assimilating wasn't new to me; whether it was starting at a new school or simply getting lost on a hike or run, adapting had always created a positive experience. I wasn't worried. However, from the moment I stepped off the train in Dusseldorf to walking into my first day of German high school, I felt alienated. This time wasn't like the others; instead of one or two new things, everything was different. I left all I knew -- family, friends, school, American culture, and even the English language -- for an entirely new world. Despite the worrisome thoughts that often popped into my head, I knew my situation would only improve through immersing myself in their culture and putting mine aside. Creating an optimistic and impartial mindset were necessary. Keeping an open mind showed me not only the differing ways of German culture but also revealed my personal independence. I was forced to acclimate and live almost entirely on my own, whether that meant something as small as cooking my own meals or something as big as planning trips throughout Europe with friends. Everyday things such as buying a bus ticket, ordering food, or asking teachers a question were concepts I had to relearn to overcome the language barrier. Through many awkward encounters and various miscommunications, I felt more at home. My language skills improved, I got to know my teachers and classmates, and began to forget American customs such as a daily PB and J for the German equivalent: kleines brot mit gouda (bread roll with cheese). Adjusting helped establish my village as a place I could easily call home. Thinking back to the train station in Mannheim, this event sparked a defining moment in my outlook on life. As the famous Greek philosopher Epictetus said, "it's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters". I couldn't control the train schedule, but I could explore the unknown city around me while I waited. During my entire study abroad experience, I couldn't control where I lived or the school I attended, but I could control my openness to Germans and their cultural habits. From these and other life experiences, I've learned the value in being open to adapting--things don't always have to go as planned for an even greater experience to take place.
"Wait!" I yelled as I ran off the train. My connecting train from Mannheim to Munich was pulling away from the station, but without me on it. With only 5% battery left on my phone, I scrambled to text my friend in Munich that I would be arriving late. As my phone battery decreased, my stress to find another train increased. I was frantically searching around the train platforms when I realized I would be just fine--I'd been living out a similar situation for the past four months, and much of my prior life. I could, and would, adapt. In August of my junior year, I moved to a small village in the countryside of Western Germany to take advantage of a scholarship opportunity. Being a little nervous, I didn't know what to expect, but I followed through. At the time of my departure, I almost felt comfortable being uncomfortable. Assimilating wasn't new to me; whether it was starting at a new school or simply getting lost on a hike or run, adapting had always created a positive experience. I wasn't worried. However, from the moment I stepped off the train in Düsseldorf to walking into my first day of German high school, I felt alienated. This time wasn't like the others; instead of one or two new things, everything was different. I left all I knew -- family, friends, school, American culture, and even the English language -- for an entirely new world. Despite the worrisome thoughts that often popped into my head, I knew my situation would only improve through immersing myself in their culture and putting mine aside. Creating an optimistic and impartial mindset were necessary. Keeping an open mind showed me not only the differing ways of German culture but also revealed my personal independence. I was forced to acclimate and live almost entirely on my own, whether that meant something as small as cooking my own meals or something as big as planning trips throughout Europe with friends. Everyday things such as buying a bus ticket, ordering food, or asking teachers a question were concepts I had to relearn to overcome the language barrier. Through many awkward encounters and various miscommunications, I felt more at home. My language skills improved, I got to know my teachers and classmates, and began to forget American customs such as a daily PB and J for the German equivalent: planes boot MIT Gouda (bread roll with cheese). Adjusting helped establish my village as a place I could easily call home. Thinking back to the train station in Mannheim, this event sparked a defining moment in my outlook on life. As the famous Greek philosopher Epictetus said, "it's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters". I couldn't control the train schedule, but I could explore the unknown city around me while I waited. During my entire study abroad experience, I couldn't control where I lived or the school I attended, but I could control my openness to Germans and their cultural habits. From these and other life experiences, I've learned the value in being open to adapting--things don't always have to go as planned for an even greater experience to take place.
Throughout my high school years, I had participated in a number of extra curricular activities within the community. These activities helped me narrow down my true self as an individual as well as boost my confidence with everything I do. Some of these activities include; my involvement in both the bowling and wrestling teams for 2 years, my contributions in the Bukharian teen lounge, my participation in the Hebrew and Jewish community clubs, and finally my assistance in Dr. Korofluyev's medical clinic. Even though each of these undertakings educated me in their own ways, the medical clinic most efficiently provided me with the most memorable and reflective experiences. On my first day of working as an assistant in the osteopathic medical clinic, I was very excited, but also quite nervous. This was my first time engaging in real medical practices and I was oblivious on what to expect- disregarding the romanticized Hollywood portrayals of medical practices. The strong scent of hand sanitizer immediately blew into my nostrils as soon as I entered the clinic. I was then greeted by the receptionist, which directed me to one of the doctors' offices. The head doctor assigned me the role of signing in visitors in addition to my observational endeavors in the clinic. This volunteer work was quite tedious at first glance but was soon rewarded with the doctor's incredible work that us, interns, were able to appreciate. The doctor's work was seen to be heaven-like to witness since I had imagined the experience so many times before and to think that it was occurring right in front of me would be an incredulous occurrence. Regardless, by participating in pre-medical practices, I was able to partake in preparing for my desired career in medicine. On one day, I witnessed my first eye-opening diagnosis made by the doctor. The patient had severe stomach pains for months and had already seen a medical doctor, which directed her to osteopathy since their medication failed to lessen her symptoms. The head doctor of osteopathy then began to examine the patient's daily habits and was able to pinpoint some unhealthy habits. The patient relieved herself of these irregularities and within the following weeks began to notice major improvement with her discomforts. This patient inspired me into wanting to continue my pursuit in medicine because it demonstrates how I can also help heal patients whether it be with or without the use of tangible medicine. My dream even as a child was to contribute in healing of someone in pain; that day was a glimpse of my anticipated future. Overall, my volunteer work experience was by far one of the most significant activities that I participated in during my high school career. The experience foreshadowed my future and consequently further advanced my determination and confidence in acquiring a career in the medical field. The employment placed me in the setting of my dream and is one that I will recall as the turning point in my career choices; from unsure to undeniably assured in pursuing a medicine-based career.
Throughout my high school years, I had participated in a number of extracurricular activities within the community. These activities helped me narrow down my true self as an individual as well as boost my confidence with everything I do. Some of these activities include; my involvement in both the bowling and wrestling teams for 2 years, my contributions in the Bukharin teen lounge, my participation in the Hebrew and Jewish community clubs, and finally my assistance in Dr. Korofluyev's medical clinic. Even though each of these undertakings educated me in their own ways, the medical clinic most efficiently provided me with the most memorable and reflective experiences. On my first day of working as an assistant in the osteopathic medical clinic, I was very excited, but also quite nervous. This was my first time engaging in real medical practices, and I was oblivious on what to expect- disregarding the romanticized Hollywood portrayals of medical practices. The strong scent of hand sanitizer immediately blew into my nostrils as soon as I entered the clinic. I was then greeted by the receptionist, which directed me to one of the doctors' offices. The head doctor assigned me the role of signing in visitors in addition to my observational endeavors in the clinic. This volunteer work was quite tedious at first glance but was soon rewarded with the doctor's incredible work that us, interns, were able to appreciate. The doctor's work was seen to be heaven-like to witness since I had imagined the experience so many times before and to think that it was occurring right in front of me would be an incredulous occurrence. Regardless, by participating in pre-medical practices, I was able to partake in preparing for my desired career in medicine. On one day, I witnessed my first eye-opening diagnosis made by the doctor. The patient had severe stomach pains for months and had already seen a medical doctor, which directed her to osteopathy since their medication failed to lessen her symptoms. The head doctor of osteopathy then began to examine the patient's daily habits and was able to pinpoint some unhealthy habits. The patient relieved herself of these irregularities and within the following weeks began to notice major improvement with her discomforts. This patient inspired me into wanting to continue my pursuit in medicine because it demonstrates how I can also help heal patients whether it be with or without the use of tangible medicine. My dream even as a child was to contribute in healing of someone in pain; that day was a glimpse of my anticipated future. Overall, my volunteer work experience was by far one of the most significant activities that I participated in during my high school career. The experience foreshadowed my future and consequently further advanced my determination and confidence in acquiring a career in the medical field. The employment placed me in the setting of my dream and is one that I will recall as the turning point in my career choices; from unsure to undeniably assured in pursuing a medicine-based career.
I think my essay seems very boring and is too much 'tell' and not enough 'show'. Also, I think the execution of my idea is poor as well. Is this essay redeemable? Or should I scrap it? I am mainly applying to top 20 schools and I am disappointed with the quality of my essay. Anyways let me know any feedback, comments, criticism, concerns you may have. "No, the Soviet Union fell because of Communism inherently regresses into totalitarian regime!""DACA is a net benefit to all American citizens!""Abortion has some serious moral implications that we cannot brush off!""Smash the patriarchy!" Welcome to where ying meets yang, where your preconceptions goes to die, and where new light shines upon you. Welcome to Aletheia: a 300 square feet pile of porous, brick-colored rocks, conveniently placed left of our local 7-Eleven. Its inhabitants were the *** Biker Gang, those who lived far east of **** High School. After our biker gang zoomed out of school and rushed to get our fix of wild cherry Slurpees, we gathered on the Aletheia-the penultimate marketplace of ideas for us 9th graders, a place where discussion formed organically as we sweat under the little shade we had. The Aletheia has taught me two rules to live by. "I don't find your argument for the existence for God convincing".During one of the discussions in the Aletheia, this is what my agnostic friend said in response to my, albeit shaky and unrehearsed, argument from design for the existence of God. As I saw her mercilessly deconstruct my argument with philosophical terms I had never heard before, such as ex nihilo and infinite regress, and I caught myself feeling offended and wanting to silence myself. This well-crafted response felt like a direct attack on my character. However after stepping out of Aletheia, I was treated with the same amount of respect and camaraderie as before. It dawned upon me that I must separate out attacks on my views versus attacks on me, later figuring out that the latter is actually a logical fallacy called ad hominem. The way that my viewpoints were challenged in a sportsmanlike way enthralled me and thirst for more ideas was insatiable. Aletheia became a breath of fresh air compared to my ideologically stagnant home where only one perspective was discussed. Composing of members with diverse political views, races, sexual orientations, and religions, Aletheia provided a formidable training ground to share ideas. It was our own Socratic seminar, one that we were passionate about. "So how many of you agree to create a ban on hydroxylic acid?"Our whole biker gang raised our hands-including me. Unbeknownst to us, hydroxylic acid was just the uncommon chemical name for water. One of our friends was doing an experiment on scientific literacy among different age groups. Amidst the chaos of a world full of misleading information, the truth is becoming harder to find. Truth is essential in all facets of life, from making informed decisions on what representative to vote for to creating solutions that will save lives. I see education as the greatest median to find the truth as it is paved with the brightest minds all having their Aletheia. However, the arbiter of truth is not an individual but rather laid at the feet of humanity, as a unified collective, to decide. The Aletheia next to 7-Eleven has been long gone but the spirit of inquiry for truth roars within me. I search for the next the Aletheia, whether that be at a college campus, coffee shop, or in a living room. I wonder with ears open, my thinking cap on, and fully expecting my small bubble to be popped, where the truth will lead me.
I think my essay seems very boring and is too much 'tell' and not enough 'show'. Also, I think the execution of my idea is poor as well. Is this essay redeemable? Or should I scrap it? I am mainly applying to top 20 schools, and I am disappointed with the quality of my essay. Anyway let me know any feedback, comments, criticism, concerns you may have. "No, the Soviet Union fell because of Communism inherently regresses into totalitarian regime!""DACA is a net benefit to all American citizens!"" Abortion has some serious moral implications that we cannot brush off!"" Smash the patriarchy!" Welcome to where Ying meets yang, where your preconceptions goes to die, and where new light shines upon you. Welcome to Althea: a 300 square feet pile of porous, brick-colored rocks, conveniently placed left of our local 7-Eleven. Its inhabitants were the *** Biker Gang, those who lived far east of **** High School. After our biker gang zoomed out of school and rushed to get our fix of wild cherry Slurpee, we gathered on the Aletheia-the penultimate marketplace of ideas for us 9th graders, a place where discussion formed organically as we sweat under the little shade we had. The Althea has taught me two rules to live by. "I don't find your argument for the existence for God convincing". During one of the discussions in the Althea, this is what my agnostic friend said in response to my, albeit shaky and unrehearsed, argument from design for the existence of God. As I saw her mercilessly deconstruct my argument with philosophical terms I had never heard before, such as ex Hilo and infinite regress, and I caught myself feeling offended and wanting to silence myself. This well-crafted response felt like a direct attack on my character. However, after stepping out of Althea, I was treated with the same amount of respect and camaraderie as before. It dawned upon me that I must separate out attacks on my views versus attacks on me, later figuring out that the latter is actually a logical fallacy called ad hominem. The way that my viewpoints were challenged in a sportsmanlike way enthralled me and thirst for more ideas was insatiable. Althea became a breath of fresh air compared to my ideologically stagnant home where only one perspective was discussed. Composing of members with diverse political views, races, sexual orientations, and religions, Althea provided a formidable training ground to share ideas. It was our own Socratic seminar, one that we were passionate about. "So how many of you agree to create a ban on hydrolytic acid?" Our whole biker gang raised our hands-including me. Unbeknownst to us, hydrolytic acid was just the uncommon chemical name for water. One of our friends was doing an experiment on scientific literacy among different age groups. Amidst the chaos of a world full of misleading information, the truth is becoming harder to find. Truth is essential in all facets of life, from making informed decisions on what representative to vote for to creating solutions that will save lives. I see education as the greatest median to find the truth as it is paved with the brightest minds all having their Althea. However, the arbiter of truth is not an individual but rather laid at the feet of humanity, as a unified collective, to decide. The Althea next to 7-Eleven has been long gone but the spirit of inquiry for truth roars within me. I search for the next the Althea, whether that be at a college campus, coffee shop, or in a living room. I wonder with ears open, my thinking cap on, and fully expecting my small bubble to be popped, where the truth will lead me.
Thursday, 25th December 2013. Christmas day. The room filled with the loud sobs of my mother as she whimpered the words that no child ever wanted to hear: "It's not your fault." There was always a part of me that knew the announcement was inevitable. In the months prior, I hid under the covers and listened to the yelling and screaming that were my lullabies. There were so many times I felt like opening the door and telling my parents to stop fighting, but I never had the courage. Then, on that cold Christmas night, my childhood ended right before my eyes. With my sisters both studying abroad, I was the only one living at home. I was the only one who knew about their fights, yet I couldn't do anything to stop them. The effects of their divorce started to impact other facets of my life. When I attended classes, the same humility that prohibited me from confronting my parents during fights also restrained me from asking that "dumb question" in class. A few weeks later, I noticed a peculiar letter addressed to my mom. It was labeled "MindnLife." Curiously, I googled the organization and found out it was a psychologist center. It occurred to me that I was so self-absorbed that I had failed to recognize how hard it must have been for my mother. When I shut the world out after their announcement, it included her. Despite the feelings of guilt and wanting to change the past, I knew their divorce was nobody's fault. After months of keeping these pent-up feelings to myself, I wanted to tell my mother that sometimes life just needs to happen and no one is to blame. Around that time, my school hosted a poetry slam competition, which I decided to sign up for. Hours of brainstorming came to no avail until, like any procrastinating teenager, I went on facebook. To my surprise, I found inspiration on the platform to craft my poem Accepting Your Mother's Facebook Friend Request. I poured myself into the poem. My goal wasn't to win the competition but to unravel my feelings and express them. I handed an invitation to my mother and saved her a front row seat to the event. The beaming lights adjusted their focus on me as I walked toward center stage. The auditorium was filled with hundreds of people, but in my eyes, only one person mattered. In the blink of an eye, it was all over. At the end of the night, I remember seeing my mother standing at the exit and holding a bouquet of flowers. I noticed her slightly smudged mascara and red nose. I asked her if she was fine, to which she replied: "I couldn't be better." We didn't say much to each other, and we didn't feel the need. We just smiled at each other as we walked home. By resolving my problems at home, it helped me focus on other aspects of life. In school, I started to volunteer for geographic excursions, dabble in video editing, and immerse myself in the knowledge of my peers. Furthermore, being on stage in the poetry slam made me realize how much I loved to perform. I auditioned for the school play, which introduced me to a community that helped me grow into the outgoing individual that I am today There are some things in life, that you simply can't control. However, what you do have authority over, which is even more powerful, is what you make life as you move forward. My family's problems were only as big as I allowed them to be. By finding closure, I learned to humble myself enough to ask and give help. In many ways, this lesson has spurred me towards becoming a more empathetic individual - a person who I will carry with me through life.
Thursday, 25th December 2013. Christmas day. The room filled with the loud sobs of my mother as she whimpered the words that no child ever wanted to hear: "It's not your fault." There was always a part of me that knew the announcement was inevitable. In the months prior, I hid under the covers and listened to the yelling and screaming that were my lullabies. There were so many times I felt like opening the door and telling my parents to stop fighting, but I never had the courage. Then, on that cold Christmas night, my childhood ended right before my eyes. With my sisters both studying abroad, I was the only one living at home. I was the only one who knew about their fights, yet I couldn't do anything to stop them. The effects of their divorce started to impact other facets of my life. When I attended classes, the same humility that prohibited me from confronting my parents during fights also restrained me from asking that "dumb question" in class. A few weeks later, I noticed a peculiar letter addressed to my mom. It was labeled "Midlife." Curiously, I googled the organization and found out it was a psychologist center. It occurred to me that I was so self-absorbed that I had failed to recognize how hard it must have been for my mother. When I shut the world out after their announcement, it included her. Despite the feelings of guilt and wanting to change the past, I knew their divorce was nobody's fault. After months of keeping these pent-up feelings to myself, I wanted to tell my mother that sometimes life just needs to happen and no one is to blame. Around that time, my school hosted a poetry slam competition, which I decided to sign up for. Hours of brainstorming came to no avail until, like any procrastinating teenager, I went on Facebook. To my surprise, I found inspiration on the platform to craft my poem Accepting Your Mother's Facebook Friend Request. I poured myself into the poem. My goal wasn't to win the competition but to unravel my feelings and express them. I handed an invitation to my mother and saved her a front row seat to the event. The beaming lights adjusted their focus on me as I walked toward center stage. The auditorium was filled with hundreds of people, but in my eyes, only one person mattered. In the blink of an eye, it was all over. At the end of the night, I remember seeing my mother standing at the exit and holding a bouquet of flowers. I noticed her slightly smudged mascara and red nose. I asked her if she was fine, to which she replied: "I couldn't be better." We didn't say much to each other, and we didn't feel the need. We just smiled at each other as we walked home. By resolving my problems at home, it helped me focus on other aspects of life. In school, I started to volunteer for geographic excursions, dabble in video editing, and immerse myself in the knowledge of my peers. Furthermore, being on stage in the poetry slam made me realize how much I loved to perform. I auditioned for the school play, which introduced me to a community that helped me grow into the outgoing individual that I am today There are some things in life, that you simply can't control. However, what you do have authority over, which is even more powerful, is what you make life as you move forward. My family's problems were only as big as I allowed them to be. By finding closure, I learned to humble myself enough to ask and give help. In many ways, this lesson has spurred me towards becoming a more empathetic individual - a person who I will carry with me through life.
I heard an uproar of applause as I played the last note on the piano surrounded by students wearing bright purple sweatshirts. I snapped a photo to remember this perfect fall day in the center of Washington Square Park hoping one day I'd be back. Surely enough, I was. At NYU, I would be attending the Stern School of Business with a focus in finance. How many people can say they studied finance 20 minutes away from Wall Street? Only NYU students. As I was studying the different programs I would be taking as an undergraduate, Global Macroeconomics caught my eye. I started surfing the internet to find information on the curriculum and came across a course syllabi and even an assignment for the Fall 2018 class. My affinity for finance and the intricate problem solving that comes with it is one Stern would nurture and blossom into a career. Despite still being a senior in high school, I'm already thinking about the vast alumni network NYU provides and the amount of passion alums have for current students to succeed in the workforce. Along with finance, I am also interested in entrepreneurship and investing lots of my time in The W. R. Berkley Innovation Lab. My junior year of high school, I created a tracking device for disabled children. Stern is the one place that can turn my dream into reality, an actual product for the markets. NYU encourages students to collaborate with others to help succeed in creating a business which is something I value. After all, no one ever started a business on their own without a team. The International Business Exchange gives the amazing opportunity to study business across the country giving me the chance to expand beyond New York's horizon and delve into the business of another country as well as learning their cultural and social life. Outside of academics, I want to continue my passion for music by participating in the NYUO ensemble. The sense of community NYU has to offer is something I plan on taking full advantage of by joining clubs such as Undergraduate Stern Women in Business. Coming from an all-girls school, USWB fits my passion to promote the importance of women in leadership positions. Stern is for someone who brings ambition and affinity for business; that student is me. Any advice on how to make this better would be great. I plan on applying to Stern as my ED II.
I heard an uproar of applause as I played the last note on the piano surrounded by students wearing bright purple sweatshirts. I snapped a photo to remember this perfect fall day in the center of Washington Square Park hoping one day I'd be back. Surely enough, I was. At NYU, I would be attending the Stern School of Business with a focus in finance. How many people can say they studied finance 20 minutes away from Wall Street? Only NYU students. As I was studying the different programs I would be taking as an undergraduate, Global Macroeconomics caught my eye. I started surfing the internet to find information on the curriculum and came across a course syllabus and even an assignment for the Fall 2018 class. My affinity for finance and the intricate problem-solving that comes with it is one Stern would nurture and blossom into a career. Despite still being a senior in high school, I'm already thinking about the vast alumni network NYU provides and the amount of passion alums have for current students to succeed in the workforce. Along with finance, I am also interested in entrepreneurship and investing lots of my time in The W. R. Berkley Innovation Lab. My junior year of high school, I created a tracking device for disabled children. Stern is the one place that can turn my dream into reality, an actual product for the markets. NYU encourages students to collaborate with others to help succeed in creating a business which is something I value. After all, no one ever started a business on their own without a team. The International Business Exchange gives the amazing opportunity to study business across the country giving me the chance to expand beyond New York's horizon and delve into the business of another country as well as learning their cultural and social life. Outside of academics, I want to continue my passion for music by participating in the NYU ensemble. The sense of community NYU has to offer is something I plan on taking full advantage of by joining clubs such as Undergraduate Stern Women in Business. Coming from an all-girls school, USB fits my passion to promote the importance of women in leadership positions. Stern is for someone who brings ambition and affinity for business; that student is me. Any advice on how to make this better would be great. I plan on applying to Stern as my ED II.
We had all gathered in the chorus room, the smell of hairspray and the sound of excitement filled the air. Around me a sea of color, as my fellow castmates dressed in a 1950's fashion. Our director then walked in, and everyone cheered as he happily announced we had made it to closing night. This long journey coming to an end. But unlike other shows I've been in, this closing night was different. For the spring musical didn't only mark the end of another successful year, but tonight would be the final bow for graduating seniors. Because of this, our director had allowed them to say a few final words. A tradition repeated every year and will continue for years to come. Getting to my spot for the show, I couldn't help but ask myself, "What am I going to say?" A question that would continue to follow me for the next three years of my life. At first, I thought about going over happy memories. To go on about how nice and accepting everyone was, and that I'm going to miss each and every one of them. But no matter how I worded it, nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed truly genuine. I then decided to take a look back to the girl I was. Shy, quiet, isolating herself from those she had desperately wanted to call family. The one who would stand in the corner of the classroom, silently observing. Seemingly invisible to those around her. The one who would think less of herself, almost dropping out of an audition because she thought she wasn't skilled enough. Not worthy enough. Comparing herself to others who seemed to have it all together. Trying to find her place in a club full of seemingly-perfect people. Until someone came up, looked her right in the eye, and very simply said, "Don't worry about the others, who they are, and what they have that you don't. Because all of that doesn't matter." Something sparked, and I began to feel different. Almost comfortable, as every ounce of tension slowly began releasing itself from my body. My mind slowing down for the first time in years. Feeling like I had just been wandering in pure darkness for the longest time, and someone finally turned on the lights. A quote so simple, so straightforward, was strong enough to bring me back. My name was then called and with a newfound sense of confidence, I went on to give one of the best auditions I've ever given. I began to loosen up, little by little. Opening myself up to others and going on to make some of the closest friends I'll ever have in my lifetime. So when I think about what I want to say, I think of the person I used to be. Who I was then, and I want to talk to them. I want to tell them to loosen up, which might have seemed impossible to me at the time. However, I truly mean it. The world is going to seem scary at times, feeling like everyone is against you. But at the end of the day, that isn't the case. If anything, you're against yourself. Preventing yourself from taking chances, taking control over your life and doing what you want to do. Too scared to fail, obsessed with the thoughts of others, and willing to morph yourself in whatever way possible. Even if it hurts you. So when springtime rolls around, and we are all gathered in the chorus room for one last time, I hope to make my final words memorable. To make an impact large enough for something to spark. To have someone walk out of that room with a newfound sense of confidence, and nail that performance.
We had all gathered in the chorus room, the smell of hairspray and the sound of excitement filled the air. Around me a sea of color, as my fellow castrates dressed in a 1950s fashion. Our director then walked in, and everyone cheered as he happily announced we had made it to closing night. This long journey coming to an end. But unlike other shows I've been in, this closing night was different. For the spring musical didn't only mark the end of another successful year, but tonight would be the final bow for graduating seniors. Because of this, our director had allowed them to say a few final words. A tradition repeated every year and will continue for years to come. Getting to my spot for the show, I couldn't help but ask myself, "What am I going to say?" A question that would continue to follow me for the next three years of my life. At first, I thought about going over happy memories. To go on about how nice and accepting everyone was, and that I'm going to miss each one of them. But no matter how I worded it, nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed truly genuine. I then decided to take a look back to the girl I was. Shy, quiet, isolating herself from those she had desperately wanted to call family. The one who would stand in the corner of the classroom, silently observing. Seemingly invisible to those around her. The one who would think less of herself, almost dropping out of an audition because she thought she wasn't skilled enough. Not worthy enough. Comparing herself to others who seemed to have it all together. Trying to find her place in a club full of seemingly-perfect people. Until someone came up, looked her right in the eye, and very simply said, "Don't worry about the others, who they are, and what they have that you don't. Because all of that doesn't matter." Something sparked, and I began to feel different. Almost comfortable, as every ounce of tension slowly began releasing itself from my body. My mind slowing down for the first time in years. Feeling like I had just been wandering in pure darkness for the longest time, and someone finally turned on the lights. A quote so simple, so straightforward, was strong enough to bring me back. My name was then called and with a newfound sense of confidence, I went on to give one of the best auditions I've ever given. I began to loosen up, little by little. Opening myself up to others and going on to make some of the closest friends I'll ever have in my lifetime. So when I think about what I want to say, I think of the person I used to be. Who I was then, and I want to talk to them. I want to tell them to loosen up, which might have seemed impossible to me at the time. However, I truly mean it. The world is going to seem scary at times, feeling like everyone is against you. But at the end of the day, that isn't the case. If anything, you're against yourself. Preventing yourself from taking chances, taking control over your life and doing what you want to do. Too scared to fail, obsessed with the thoughts of others, and willing to morph yourself in whatever way possible. Even if it hurts you. So when springtime rolls around, and we are all gathered in the chorus room for one last time, I hope to make my final words memorable. To make an impact large enough for something to spark. To have someone walk out of that room with a newfound sense of confidence, and nail that performance.
Since I was a little girl I had interest and predisposition to help others, my parents are people who inculcated me good values and then I developed them. I started being president of my seventh grade course (2012) and continued like this until I became president of the student center, representing an entire school helped me grow as a person and change my thoughts, realize how much we have to improve in the country and the enthusiasm of belonging to that percentage of people who fight for a better country starting with themselves Then I was a member of the board of education, my community`s special culture commission, and finally a volunteer at AFS and Bogado Verde. This year I was selected for the first youth leadership academy in Itapua and also the first at the national level belonging to the state, where I am representing my city. During these years I developed interpersonal skills, competencies,attitudes, which allow me to be a responsible and ethical citizen to help others, acquiring skills that will last over time. I claim to be a potential candidate because of my leadership background and the commitment I have to my community to become a multiplier agent. I am also someone who adapts to the circumstances, loves working with others,learning something new every day, and improving as a person. I know that I am not perfect and that makes me human, I made mistakes like everyone else but I can proudly say that I learned from them and that thanks to that I am who I am nowadays : honest, good and with a strong spirit of service. Being a student of the GLOBAL UGRAD PROGRAM will give me the opportunity to train professionally in my chosen career which is International Trade and also to help others through my experience, giving talks and workshops on citizen participation and youth action, thus achieving that more people are oriented to action and take the initiative to lead in order to get better development results. I will also make every effort to represent my country with dignity and take advantage of all the tools available for my improvement.I believe in my capacities as well as I believe that together we can achieve change, that's why wherever I go I will contribute a little of myself to achive something bigger.
Since I was a little girl I had interest and predisposition to help others, my parents are people who inculcated me good values, and then I developed them. I started being president of my seventh grade course (2012) and continued like this until I became president of the student center, representing an entire school helped me grow as a person and change my thoughts, realize how much we have to improve in the country and the enthusiasm of belonging to that percentage of people who fight for a better country starting with themselves Then I was a member of the board of education, my community's special culture commission, and finally a volunteer at AFS and Bog ado Verde. This year I was selected for the first youth leadership academy in Itaipu and also the first at the national level belonging to the state, where I am representing my city. During these years I developed interpersonal skills, competencies, attitudes, which allow me to be a responsible and ethical citizen to help others, acquiring skills that will last over time. I claim to be a potential candidate because of my leadership background and the commitment I have to my community to become a multiplier agent. I am also someone who adapts to the circumstances, loves working with others, learning something new every day, and improving as a person. Furthermore, I know that I am not perfect and that makes me human, I made mistakes like everyone else, but I can proudly say that I learned from them and that thanks to that I am who I am nowadays : honest, good and with a strong spirit of service. Being a student of the GLOBAL GRAD PROGRAM will give me the opportunity to train professionally in my chosen career which is International Trade and also to help others through my experience, giving talks and workshops on citizen participation and youth action, thus achieving that more people are oriented to action and take the initiative to lead in order to get better development results. I will also make every effort to represent my country with dignity and take advantage of all the tools available for my improvement. I believe in my capacities as well as I believe that together we can achieve change, that's why wherever I go I will contribute a little of myself to active something bigger.
Just finished with my Common App essay ...request all to please review Thanks ! "Reason no more,Do what he says.Conflict only clouds the vision,You anyways end up where HE takes" My beautiful mum passed away from a rare form of cancer on 25th Nov'2018. She was 45.From living an ordinary life as a carefree 16 year, suddenly I became a young man facing adulthood without his mother to guide. Life changed irrevocably, and everything has been horribly off-balance ever since. I being her only child was showered with all her love and affection. For me abundance, undivided love was a norm. I feel the void. My mother's generation of women was the last to really sacrifice everything for family. Now, we juggle careers and motherhood without any suggestion that we should do anything else. It is what we expect; what we do. For my mother's generation, this was not the case. Mum gave up her job to raise me, and I often wonder if she regretted this, regretted not fulfilling any of her own dreams and ambitions. I also wonder what she might have gone on to do in her later years, without family responsibilities to worry about. The fact that she never got the chance to really spread her wings has definitely pushed me to chase my dreams. She instilled a love of books within me from a very early age. It was mum who took me to the local library and helped us carry back armfuls of delicious new books. It was mum who tucked me in at night, prizing a book from my hand as she turned out the light. It was mum who turned a blind eye when she saw the glow of mobile phone beneath the covers as I sneakily checked messages and read stories. "If you are in pain,I should weep as well.Your moments of joy,Should make my heart swell" My mother was often stressed, prompting me to assumed more responsibility, juggling family duties, school, athletics, and work. I made countless trips to the neighborhood pharmacy, cooked dinner, biked to the grocery store, supported my concerned father, and provided the loving care my mother needed to recover. I took ownership over small decisions such as scheduling daily appointments and managing my time but also over major decisions involving my future, including the college admissions process. When I see my friend heading off on a last minute road trip,and when I think about my mum and how suddenly her life was cut short, I wonder: I should spent less time worrying about what other people think and more time focusing on what I really want to do. I seek only the permission of my own heart and I should chase that dream I've been talking about for years, trust my instincts and make the bold choices. Life has certainly thrown some big questions my way, and without the emotional support of my mum, I've to answer them. And you know what? I believe I've been able to do that because I always had mum's support. Gently, quietly, she taught me to how to be a good human being. While I dearly wish she could have been there beside me for long years, in many ways, she will. My mother remains a guiding force in my life and I feel empowered with the beacon she passed on to me to help me believe in my abilities.
Just finished with my Common App essay ...request all to please review, Thanks ! "Reason no more, Do what he says. Conflict only clouds the vision, You anyway end up where HE takes" My beautiful mum passed away from a rare form of cancer on 25th Nov'2018. She was 45. From living an ordinary life as a carefree 16 year, suddenly I became a young man facing adulthood without his mother to guide. Life changed irrevocably, and everything has been horribly off-balance ever since. I being her only child was showered with all her love and affection. For me abundance, undivided love was a norm. I feel the void. My mother's generation of women was the last to really sacrifice everything for family. Now, we juggle careers and motherhood without any suggestion that we should do anything else. It is what we expect; what we do. For my mother's generation, this was not the case. Mum gave up her job to raise me, and I often wonder if she regretted this, regretted not fulfilling any of her own dreams and ambitions. I also wonder what she might have gone on to do in her later years, without family responsibilities to worry about. The fact that she never got the chance to really spread her wings has definitely pushed me to chase my dreams. She instilled a love of books within me from a very early age. It was mum who took me to the local library and helped us carry back armfuls of delicious new books. It was mum who tucked me in at night, prizing a book from my hand as she turned out the light. Furthermore, it was mum who turned a blind eye when she saw the glow of mobile phone beneath the covers as I sneakily checked messages and read stories. "If you are in pain, I should weep as well. Your moments of joy, Should make my heart swell" My mother was often stressed, prompting me to assumed more responsibility, juggling family duties, school, athletics, and work. I made countless trips to the neighborhood pharmacy, cooked dinner, biked to the grocery store, supported my concerned father, and provided the loving care my mother needed to recover. I took ownership over small decisions such as scheduling daily appointments and managing my time but also over major decisions involving my future, including the college admissions process. When I see my friend heading off on a last minute road trip, and when I think about my mum and how suddenly her life was cut short, I wonder: I should spend less time worrying about what other people think and more time focusing on what I really want to do. I seek only the permission of my own heart and I should chase that dream I've been talking about for years, trust my instincts and make the bold choices. Life has certainly thrown some big questions my way, and without the emotional support of my mum, I've to answer them. And you know what? I believe I've been able to do that because I always had mum's support. Gently, quietly, she taught me to how to be a good human being. While I dearly wish she could have been there beside me for long years, in many ways, she will. My mother remains a guiding force in my life and I feel empowered with the beacon she passed on to me to help me believe in my abilities.
IJLOZST. I grew up with these letters. They taught me life lessons and comforted me when life felt chaotic. I am describing the pieces that makeup one of the world's most famous games: Tetris. Tetris holds a special place in my heart. While others may dismiss games as a waste of time, I see the underlying value in Tetris' simplicity. Its objective is simple: stack pieces, clear lines. But, beyond that, the game has shown me a philosophy that has helped me in another game - life. Life will always have difficult choices. When the odds are stacked against me, and it seems like any 'piece' I place down will only make things messier, I must remind myself that the game isn't over yet. The best thing for me to do at that moment is to accept that adversity is unavoidable. However, it's my response to the adversity that determines my success. Life can get messy sometimes, but the difference between my success and failure is whether I choose to stay optimistic and try to get back on my feet. Truly losing would be to dwell on the situation forever, because the other pieces will simply pile on if I don't take into perspective the bigger picture. The game has such a simple concept, but what lies underneath its surface has molded part of my identity. Instead of skimming over my surroundings, I challenge myself to learn from the valuable lessons that hide in plain sight.
LOST. I grew up with these letters. They taught me life lessons and comforted me when life felt chaotic. I am describing the pieces that makeup one of the world's most famous games: Tetris. Tetris holds a special place in my heart. While others may dismiss games as a waste of time, I see the underlying value in Tetris' simplicity. Its objective is simple: stack pieces, clear lines. But, beyond that, the game has shown me a philosophy that has helped me in another game - life. Life will always have difficult choices. When the odds are stacked against me, and it seems like any 'piece' I place down will only make things messier, I must remind myself that the game isn't over yet. The best thing for me to do at that moment is to accept that adversity is unavoidable. However, it's my response to the adversity that determines my success. Life can get messy sometimes, but the difference between my success and failure is whether I choose to stay optimistic and try to get back on my feet. Truly losing would be to dwell on the situation forever, because the other pieces will simply pile on if I don't take into perspective the bigger picture. The game has such a simple concept, but what lies underneath its surface has molded part of my identity. Instead of skimming over my surroundings, I challenge myself to learn from the valuable lessons that hide in plain sight.
Thank you in advance! For a week of my summer 2017, I volunteered at a local nonprofit that provided bento lunch boxes to disabled elderly people. I loved the ambiance of the fragrant kitchen-the light laughter of the staff that filled the morning, and the silence that fell at noon as our mouths stopped and our hands worked frantically away. My favorite part of the day was lunchtime when I had the chance to converse with the staff while savoring the delectable dishes that we had concocted. Most of them were volunteers my grandparents' age. During the war, when a single grain of rice left on a plate was considered "mottainai," or wasteful, they had learned to reduce waste to the minimum. I learned from them many things, like just how paper-thin you could pare apple peels. But most of all, they taught me the immeasurable value of every life-giving resource. "Chocolates for charity!" I eagerly call out to passerby of a department store, but the Tokyoites walk hurriedly on. The charity chocolates for the children in the Philippines were not selling very well. What was worse, the expiration date of the chocolates was impending, leaving us 2 months to sell everything. Thoughts of giving up cut through my mind when confronted by reality: people were either too busy or simply uninterested. But I continued to call companies, event organizers, and stations to provide us venues for fundraising. Then, the miracle happened. After reaching out to a newspaper to publish an interview, exactly a month from the expiration date, we were called by a 96-year-old woman. She was impressed in our efforts and would buy the remaining 800 chocolates for $2000! Had I given up, we would not have accomplished our goal. When facing a challenge, I always recall this experience that taught me the reward of persistence. The first thing the manager taught at MOS Burger was how to greet customers. Not to operate the cash register, run the drive-thru, or take orders, but to stand straight, flash a smile, and welcome each customer with an energetic "Irasshaimase!". I had come into my first day of work, expecting my first job to be mopping the floor or folding napkins at the back of the pantry, when the manager took me to the entrance and coached me on my greeting skills. Never had I noticed as a customer the great effort that this ubiquitous Japanese fast-food chain put into hospitality. Although on a few occasions, blunders-including misplacements of orders, dropping of French fries, and spilling of water-were made, I realized that there was nothing more motivating than a customer recognizing my small acts of hospitality, whether it be exchanging wet-towels after the meal or refilling empty water glasses. Working at MOS burger taught me taught me the subtle efforts put into things we don't notice, teaching me to observe and appreciate subtle services.
Thank you in advance! For a week of my summer 2017, I volunteered at a local nonprofit that provided bento lunch boxes to disabled elderly people. I loved the ambiance of the fragrant kitchen-the light laughter of the staff that filled the morning, and the silence that fell at noon as our mouths stopped, and our hands worked frantically away. My favorite part of the day was lunchtime when I had the chance to converse with the staff while savoring the delectable dishes that we had concocted. Most of them were volunteers my grandparents' age. During the war, when a single grain of rice left on a plate was considered "Montana," or wasteful, they had learned to reduce waste to the minimum. I learned from them many things, like just how paper-thin you could pare apple peels. But most of all, they taught me the immeasurable value of every life-giving resource. "Chocolates for charity!" I eagerly call out to passerby of a department store, but the Tokyoite's walk hurriedly on. The charity chocolates for the children in the Philippines were not selling very well. What was worse, the expiration date of the chocolates was impending, leaving us 2 months to sell everything. Thoughts of giving up cut through my mind when confronted by reality: people were either too busy or simply uninterested. But I continued to call companies, event organizers, and stations to provide us venues for fundraising. Then, the miracle happened. After reaching out to a newspaper to publish an interview, exactly a month from the expiration date, we were called by a 96-year-old woman. She was impressed in our efforts and would buy the remaining 800 chocolates for $2000! Had I given up, we would not have accomplished our goal. When facing a challenge, I always recall this experience that taught me the reward of persistence. The first thing the manager taught at MOS Burger was how to greet customers. Not to operate the cash register, run the drive-thru, or take orders, but to stand straight, flash a smile, and welcome each customer with an energetic "Irasshaimase!". I had come into my first day of work, expecting my first job to be mopping the floor or folding napkins at the back of the pantry, when the manager took me to the entrance and coached me on my greeting skills. Never had I noticed as a customer the great effort that this ubiquitous Japanese fast-food chain put into hospitality. Although occasionally, blunders-including misplacements of orders, dropping of French fries, and spilling of water-were made, I realized that there was nothing more motivating than a customer recognizing my small acts of hospitality, whether it be exchanging wet-towels after the meal or refilling empty water glasses. Working at MOS burger taught me the subtle efforts put into things we don't notice, teaching me to observe and appreciate subtle services.
Any comments, criticism, compliments, questions, advice, ideas, welcomed! A blaring bleep emitted from my alarm clock pounds me awake.Half conscious, I reach out, grasp the screeching irritant and give it three perfunctory bonks on the wall until the screaming ceases. I drift back to by comfortable and cozy dream. 30 minutes later, I wake up to another cry.This time, however, it is my mother, yelling of my potential tardy to school[c1] . I sit up and flip my much-abused alarm-clock. A mini-heart seizure takes over me when I see the time displayed. I dart down to the bathroom, pull on whatever clothes are lying around, throw my books and pens into my bag, and rush out the door. Panting, I arrive at the station and dart up the endless stairs to the platform where the crammed train awaits me. Several other sleep-inners are running alongside me, but I sidestep them with ease. Looks like my arduous training at track and field club has finally paid off. I manage to squeeze myself into the cramped compartment, just as the doors close to trap me in, allowing the pungent odor of sweaty business men to pervade the car and encroach my nostrils. The real challenge, however, lies ahead of me at Shinjuku station, where I must venture through the congested concourse. We burst out of the suffocating train as soon as the doors open, like thousands of fish released into the sea, and wade to the next transit: the Yamanote line, one of the most important railways of Tokyo, and consequently, the busiest. Men and women in all sizes and ages wrestle to the Yamanote platform, pushing and crashing into me in the process. I am a piece of debris sadly floating amongst the massive wave of people that charge towards the platform. Some fling their bags at me and proceed oblivious to the fact. Others cluck their tongue (the Japanese equivalent to the finger) as they push into me and mutter words harsh to the ear, rendering me to plug in my earbuds and blast some enlightening pop Latino. Only upon my disembarkation from the final train to my suburban destination am I finally at ease to enjoy the music.It was during my enjoyment of this catchy Spanish song taking over pop radio that I concocted my incantation: "Despacitus."Unlike the antiquated Latin spells in Harry Potter, this spell with Spanish origins is the solution for those who desire for most contemporary issues.The effect of Despacitus is simple: everything becomes slow motion; or at least your perception of it does. Although scientists are still quizzical, it is hypothesized that Despacitus somehow stimulates the locus epinephrine system, increasing the neurotransmitter epinephrine, and enhancing the speed of neuron responses. Long story short: your internal processes are speeded up, resulting in the experience of time slowing down. Imagine: you wake up to a beautiful morning, birds chirping, and the crisp morning air ruffling your hair. Unfortunately, you are grounded back to reality upon your arrival to the station; everything is a whir as businessmen and students run past to make it to the next train as if their lives depend on it. You pull out your wand, tap your head twice, and mutter Despasitus. The effects are immediate. Now you do not have to worry about averting yourself from potential collisions. Despacius is useful in a array of situations. Cast Despasitus prior to a debate, and you'll have plenty of time to consider your next statement and rebuttal, while your opponent drones on and on regarding the death penalty. Despasitus can also be utilized in a broader social context, including the detection of lies by analysis of micro-expressions, prevention of car accidents, and the avoidance of dropping dishes. As the doors free me at Shinjuku station along with my fellow sweaty peers, the race unfolds in front of me. But I stroll on impervious to runners' frenzied eyes, imagining the peaceful world with the efficacy of my incantation. What a wonderful world that would be.
Any comments, criticism, compliment, questions, advice, ideas, welcomed! A blaring bleep emitted from my alarm clock pounds me awake. Half conscious, I reach out, grasp the screeching irritant and give it three perfunctory bonks on the wall until the screaming ceases. I drift back to by comfortable and cozy dream. 30 minutes later, I wake up to another cry. This time, however, it is my mother, yelling of my potential tardy to school[c1]. I sit up and flip my much-abused alarm-clock. A mini-heart seizure takes over me when I see the time displayed. I dart down to the bathroom, pull on whatever clothes are lying around, throw my books and pens into my bag, and rush out the door. Panting, I arrive at the station and dart up the endless stairs to the platform where the crammed train awaits me. Several other sleepiness are running alongside me, but I sidestep them with ease. Looks like my arduous training at track and field club has finally paid off. I manage to squeeze myself into the cramped compartment, just as the doors close to trap me in, allowing the pungent odor of sweaty businessmen to pervade the car and encroach my nostrils. The real challenge, however, lies ahead of me at Shikoku station, where I must venture through the congested concourse. We burst out of the suffocating train as soon as the doors open, like thousands of fish released into the sea, and wade to the next transit: the Yamamoto line, one of the most important railways of Tokyo, and consequently, the busiest. Men and women in all sizes and ages wrestle to the Yamamoto platform, pushing and crashing into me in the process. I am a piece of debris sadly floating amongst the massive wave of people that charge towards the platform. Some fling their bags at me and proceed oblivious to the fact. Others cluck their tongue (the Japanese equivalent to the finger) as they push into me and mutter words harsh to the ear, rendering me to plug in my earbuds and blast some enlightening pop Latino. Only upon my disembarkation from the final train to my suburban destination am I finally at ease to enjoy the music. It was during my enjoyment of this catchy Spanish song taking over pop radio that I concocted my incantation: "Spacious." Unlike the antiquated Latin spells in Harry Potter, this spell with Spanish origins is the solution for those who desire for most contemporary issues. The effect of Spacious is simple: everything becomes slow motion; or at least your perception of it does. Although scientists are still quizzical, it is hypothesized that Spacious somehow stimulates the locus epinephrine system, increasing the neurotransmitter epinephrine, and enhancing the speed of neuron responses. Long story short: your internal processes are speeded up, resulting in the experience of time slowing down. Imagine: you wake up to a beautiful morning, birds chirping, and the crisp morning air ruffling your hair. Unfortunately, you are grounded back to reality upon your arrival in the station; everything is a whir as businessmen and students run past to make it to the next train as if their lives depend on it. You pull out your wand, tap your head twice, and mutter Deposits. The effects are immediate. Now you do not have to worry about averting yourself from potential collisions. Despairs is useful in an array of situations. Cast Deposits prior to a debate, and you'll have plenty of time to consider your next statement and rebuttal, while your opponent drones on and on regarding the death penalty. Deposits can also be utilized in a broader social context, including the detection of lies by analysis of micro-expressions, prevention of car accidents, and the avoidance of dropping dishes. As the doors free me at Shikoku station along with my fellow sweaty peers, the race unfolds in front of me. But I stroll on impervious to runners' frenzied eyes, imagining the peaceful world with the efficacy of my incantation. What a wonderful world that would be.
Hi, I'm applying to Georgia Tech and with the deadline fast approaching I'd like some insight on this essay. I'm very appreciative to all that help. Thank you! "World-Class resources, professors, and peers have attributed to my remarkable computing experience at Tech" Reading that text from Omega meant one of two possibilities, either he was stretching the truth to mess with me, or he was truly enjoying his time as a computer science major at Georgia Tech. No matter the answer, Omega had piqued my interest, and immediately I resolved to become a Yellow Jacket. Studying computer science in the College of Computing not only allows me to study data security, mobile computing, and become familiar with programming languages through the "Information Internetworks" thread, but also gain the abilities to write simple tools based on lexerparser technology, gain knowledge in programming AbstractionsParadigms and take the elective course "CS Special Topics Design of Gaming Consoles" - what can I say, I'm a gamer - through the Systems and Architecture thread. Through this weaving of threads, I can broaden my system knowledge of web technologies. Through study abroad programs such as Japan's Tokyo Tech Exchange Program and South Korea's KAIST Daejeon Exchange program, Georgia Tech grants me the ability to pursue opportunities not only in America, but internationally as well. With Atlanta becoming a hotspot for startups, groups such as Create-X exposes me to the world of entrepreneurship, and gears me towards creating products using the knowledge I've acquired as a Comp. Sci. major at Georgia Tech. I plan to utilize every opportunity given to me and represent Georgia Tech as a proud Yellow Jacket.
Hi, I'm applying to Georgia Tech and with the deadline fast approaching I'd like some insight on this essay. I'm very appreciative to all that help. Thank you! "World-Class resources, professors, and peers have attributed to my remarkable computing experience at Tech" Reading that text from Omega meant one of two possibilities, either he was stretching the truth to mess with me, or he was truly enjoying his time as a computer science major at Georgia Tech. No matter the answer, Omega had piqued my interest, and immediately I resolved to become a Yellow Jacket. Studying computer science in the College of Computing not only allows me to study data security, mobile computing, and become familiar with programming languages through the "Information Internet works" thread, but also gain the abilities to write simple tools based on lexer parser technology, gain knowledge in programming AbstractionsParadigms and take the elective course "CS Special Topics Design of Gaming Consoles" - what can I say, I'm a gamer - through the Systems and Architecture thread. Through this weaving of threads, I can broaden my system knowledge of web technologies. Through study abroad programs such as Japan's Tokyo Tech Exchange Program and South Korea's WAIST Daemon Exchange program, Georgia Tech grants me the ability to pursue opportunities not only in America, but internationally as well. With Atlanta becoming a hotspot for startups, groups such as Create-X exposes me to the world of entrepreneurship, and gears me towards creating products using the knowledge I've acquired as a Comp. Sci. Major at Georgia Tech. I plan to utilize every opportunity given to me and represent Georgia Tech as a proud Yellow Jacket.
Patience. The key trait in keeping the peace between my siblings and their daily deathmatches is patience. As the "assistant parent," I'm assigned to household chores such as washing dishes, cleaning the bathroom, and watching my siblings whilst my parents are at work; But, as the "referee," I'm forced to keep my brother from teasing my sister, my sister from annoying my brother, and stopping any physical altercation that threatens to emerge. Recently, I've taken to using music as a means of intervention, specifically Jazz Rap.After a particularly intense situation which involved tears being shed, I played one of my favorite songs "Shiki No Uta" by Nujabes for her. I told her, "If you ever feel stressed or angry, play this song to relax yourself." She thanked me, and I left her room. With college on the horizon I won't be home for long, but my hope is that this will prove to be a long-term solution while I'm away.
Patience. The key trait in keeping the peace between my siblings and their daily deathwatches is patience. As the "assistant parent," I'm assigned to household chores such as washing dishes, cleaning the bathroom, and watching my siblings whilst my parents are at work; But, as the "referee," I'm forced to keep my brother from teasing my sister, my sister from annoying my brother, and stopping any physical altercation that threatens to emerge. Recently, I've taken to using music as a means of intervention, specifically Jazz Rap. After a particularly intense situation which involved tears being shed, I played one of my favorite songs "Ships No UTA" by Jujubes for her. I told her, "If you ever feel stressed or angry, play this song to relax yourself." She thanked me, and I left her room. With college on the horizon I won't be home for long, but my hope is that this will prove to be a long-term solution while I'm away.
Any advice on this supplemental for Barnard would be greatly appreciated! Pick one woman in history or fiction to converse with for an hour and explain your choice. What would you talk about? (100-250 words) I imagine myself sitting in a Barnard lecture hall, the only audience-member left after a recent discourse. The landscape of white walls, warm brown paneling, and dark-cushioned chairs broken is by the bright figure next to me. Rather than stand at the podium, or pace the floor at the front of the room, she chooses to sit beside me, a reminder of her constant pursuit of equality. I initially imagined talking to Nellie Bly about her fearless approach to journalism, or perhaps meeting Josephine Baker, a performer who used her widespread acclaim to smuggle secrets for the French Resistance and advocate civil rights. Instead, given the opportunity to converse with one woman, I chose someone who has used the collective power of women to affect lasting international change. Despite experiencing loss on a catastrophic scale, she decided to use those experiences to help others, culminating in in a women's peace movement that played an important role in ending the Second Liberian Civil War, and continues to impact the country's social and political landscape. Despite my initial nerves at meeting such an intensely driven leader, the warmth and strength she radiates quickly eases my anxiety. We discuss the importance of women in social justice, and how achieving unity across ethnic and religious lines is vital in the pursuit and preservation of peace and gender equality. Later I would walk through campus, marveling at the courage, poise, and indomitability of peace activist Leymah Gbowee, and wonder how she would change history next. Word Count: 250
Any advice on this supplemental for Barnard would be greatly appreciated! Pick one woman in history or fiction to converse with for an hour and explain your choice. What would you talk about? (100-250 words) I imagine myself sitting in a Barnard lecture hall, the only audience-member left after a recent discourse. The landscape of white walls, warm brown paneling, and dark-cushioned chairs broken is by the bright figure next to me. Rather than stand at the podium, or pace the floor at the front of the room, she chooses to sit beside me, a reminder of her constant pursuit of equality. I initially imagined talking to Nellie BLY about her fearless approach to journalism, or perhaps meeting Josephine Baker, a performer who used her widespread acclaim to smuggle secrets for the French Resistance and advocate civil rights. Instead, given the opportunity to converse with one woman, I chose someone who has used the collective power of women to affect lasting international change. Despite experiencing loss on a catastrophic scale, she decided to use those experiences to help others, culminating in a women's peace movement that played an important role in ending the Second Liberian Civil War, and continues to impact the country's social and political landscape. Despite my initial nerves at meeting such an intensely driven leader, the warmth and strength she radiates quickly eases my anxiety. We discuss the importance of women in social justice, and how achieving unity across ethnic and religious lines is vital in the pursuit and preservation of peace and gender equality. Later I would walk through campus, marveling at the courage, poise, and inevitability of peace activist Lamar Bowen, and wonder how she would change history next. Word Count: 250
Prompt: In the Bingo palace, author Louise Edrich, Class of 1976, writes "... no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try". Discuss. "I did not say..." she says"No don't tell me that" he interruptsThis is a common scenario of my parents bickering. Sitting in the living room-or anywhere in the house actually- with my palm against my cheek, I watch my parents have their little argument while I try not to take a side when put in-between. Time after time I wondered why it just won't stop, and then one day I realized "none of them wanted to listen. None of them wanted to understand". There wouldn't be any need for an argument in the first place if only one of them had tried to understand the other. Soon afterwards I began noticing this wasn't just an issue with my parents, it was everywhere- elders in the community, teachers not listening to students when done something wrong, friends when having differences. I decided to carry out an experiment: at different times, I spoke to my parents separately about the lack of communication and understanding in their relationship. After that, the rate of argument reduced and misunderstandings were resolved quicker. Although there are still times in which the initial problem is more consistent, it shows that a little bit of understanding can go a long way. Personally, I have taken this lesson from my parents and apply it to the rest of the world around me. Also, I believe that to understand, one has to listen first. Therefore, If to even a small degree people can try to listen and then understand the heart of another then there would be a great positive change. (263 words)
Prompt: In the Bingo palace, author Louise Erich, Class of 1976, writes "... no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try". Discuss. "I did not say..." she says"No don't tell me that" he interruptsThis is a common scenario of my parents bickering. Sitting in the living room-or anywhere in the house actually-with my palm against my cheek, I watch my parents have their little argument while I try not to take a side when put in-between. Time after time I wondered why it just won't stop, and then one day I realized "none of them wanted to listen. None of them wanted to understand". There wouldn't be any need for an argument in the first place if only one of them had tried to understand the other. Soon afterwards I began noticing this wasn't just an issue with my parents, it was everywhere-elders in the community, teachers not listening to students when done something wrong, friends when having differences. I decided to carry out an experiment: at different times, I spoke to my parents separately about the lack of communication and understanding in their relationship. After that, the rate of argument reduced and misunderstandings were resolved quicker. Although there are still times in which the initial problem is more consistent, it shows that a bit of understanding can go a long way. Personally, I have taken this lesson from my parents and apply it to the rest of the world around me. Also, I believe that to understand, one has to listen first. Therefore, If to even a small degree people can try to listen and then understand the heart of another then there would be a great positive change. (263 words)
My junior year I played around with a college search site, usually stuck to looking at schools along the west coast but I was compelled to look at schools in New York. Expecting to find schools in New York City, I came upon Syracuse. The highly ranked architecture program was what first got me to look deeper into the university and I started to look if it was a match for me. The number of opportunities for global studies, the dedication to students through programs such as AIAS, and the pride the school held in itself had me imagining what it would like to be apart of that. After talking about the school and answering Syracuse to the "Where are you going to college?" question, my parents decided we had to visit. The visit to the campus cemented my belief that the university was right for me. The history behind the school as well as the atmosphere had a great influence on my application. The size of Syracuse is what I believe will best suit my academics as the classes are personable but the resources of a large university are still available. On the plane ride to New York, I was scared that I wouldn't like the school and this trip would have been for nothing but I was happy to find a place that I could see myself thriving and enjoying for the next four years to come.
My junior year I played around with a college search site, usually stuck to looking at schools along the west coast, but I was compelled to look at schools in New York. Expecting to find schools in New York City, I came upon Syracuse. The highly ranked architecture program was what first got me to look deeper into the university and I started to look if it was a match for me. The number of opportunities for global studies, the dedication to students through programs such as AIDS, and the pride the school held in itself had me imagining what it would like to be a part of that. After talking about the school and answering Syracuse to the "Where are you going to college?" question, my parents decided we had to visit. The visit to the campus cemented my belief that the university was right for me. The history behind the school as well as the atmosphere had a great influence on my application. The size of Syracuse is what I believe will best suit my academics as the classes are personable, but the resources of a large university are still available. On the plane ride to New York, I was scared that I wouldn't like the school and this trip would have been for nothing, but I was happy to find a place that I could see myself thriving and enjoying for the next four years to come.
Every day, at 7 PM, the smell of garlic and ginger penetrates through the door and into my room, making my stomach rumble without stop. As the sound of the rice cooker rings, signaling the rice is ready my grandpa shouts "William, dinner is ready!". I open the door and the scent engulfs my whole body, the aroma tickles my nose as I stand in front of the hall to guess what's for dinner. I sprint my way through the hall approaching the kitchen and see my grandpa in his usual square pattern black and red apron, cooking with the sizzling hot pan and my mom near him like a chef and his apprentice. Just like every day, white rice with an assortment of side dishes was the norm and the thought of this ever disappearing was unthinkable but time is the unfathomable enemy of all, slowly my grandpa became afflicted by type 2 diabetes. The taste of steamed fish, red braised meat, and stir-fry cabbage became blander every passing day, as diabetes affected my grandpa, his overall energy decreased and the once enthusiastic chef now felt cooking was just an obligation. After a year of diagnosis, my grandpa decided to return to China to treat his diabetes. I could feel the sorrow my grandpa felt, the feeling of frustration, the feeling of never being able to entrance us with his cooking. That day I was determined to learn to cook. I set a goal, to replicate and go beyond the taste of homemade cuisine. I made cooking my passion with every passing day, I honed my skills through trial and error, sometimes too sour, other times too sweet, or too salty. I learned to be patient, a skill needed in life, I learned about the nutrient in every food, a mastery to be healthy. But most importantly I learned to connect with my origins. People always say I'm more Italian than Italians and I don't deny it but the moment I step into my kitchen, I feel Chinese. I get to experience the best of the best from both worlds but without cooking, I would be incomplete. Cooking has helped me find the reason why I should be proud to be Chinese. I still remember the day my grandpa came to Italy, the moment he stepped into the house, I was there, right in front of him, waiting with a bowl of rice in my hand. I could smell the same fragrance of garlic and ginger from the old days at the steps of the door. That day I achieved one of my goals. 435 words, please I need feedback.
Every day, at 7 PM, the smell of garlic and ginger penetrates through the door and into my room, making my stomach rumble without stop. As the sound of the rice cooker rings, signaling the rice is ready my grandpa shouts "William, dinner is ready!". I open the door and the scent engulfs my whole body, the aroma tickles my nose as I stand in front of the hall to guess what's for dinner. I sprint my way through the hall approaching the kitchen and see my grandpa in his usual square pattern black and red apron, cooking with the sizzling hot pan and my mom near him like a chef and his apprentice. Just like every day, white rice with an assortment of side dishes was the norm and the thought of this ever disappearing was unthinkable, but time is the unfathomable enemy of all, slowly my grandpa became afflicted by type 2 diabetes. The taste of steamed fish, red braised meat, and stir-fry cabbage became blander every passing day, as diabetes affected my grandpa, his overall energy decreased and the once enthusiastic chef now felt cooking was just an obligation. After a year of diagnosis, my grandpa decided to return to China to treat his diabetes. I could feel the sorrow my grandpa felt, the feeling of frustration, the feeling of never being able to entrance us with his cooking. That day I was determined to learn to cook. I set a goal, to replicate and go beyond the taste of homemade cuisine. I made cooking my passion with every passing day, I honed my skills through trial and error, sometimes too sour, other times too sweet, or too salty. Furthermore, I learned to be patient, a skill needed in life, I learned about the nutrient in every food, a mastery to be healthy. But most importantly I learned to connect with my origins. People always say I'm more Italian than Italians and I don't deny it but the moment I step into my kitchen, I feel Chinese. I get to experience the best of the best from both worlds but without cooking, I would be incomplete. Cooking has helped me find the reason why I should be proud to be Chinese. I still remember the day my grandpa came to Italy, the moment he stepped into the house, I was there, right in front of him, waiting with a bowl of rice in my hand. I could smell the same fragrance of garlic and ginger from the old days at the steps of the door. That day I achieved one of my goals. 435 words, please I need feedback.
Hi, I'm applying to Princeton and with the deadline fast approaching I'd like some insight on this essay. I'm very appreciative to all that help. Thank you! I'm currently at 150 words. Reading. Yes, that's right, I've done nothing but read for the past two summers. Summer is my escape from reality, the one time of the year where I have time for myself. Before junior year, I assisted in coordinating a children's Bible camp for the local churches in my area. My job? I would read and enact stories from the Bible for the children as they walked into my class overflowing with vigor. From there, I then formed a competition to see who retained the most knowledge. Then, last summer, aside from tutoring elementary school students and attending a week-long church camp myself, I immersed myself in manga. From the weekly chapters of ongoing Shonen to completed Seinen masterpieces such as Inio Asano's "Goodnight Punpun," I devoured every piece of writing that I laid eyes upon. Albeit not impressive, I completed 53 series ranging from short one-shots to 700-chapter behemoths.
Hi, I'm applying to Princeton and with the deadline fast approaching I'd like some insight on this essay. I'm very appreciative to all that help. Thank you! I'm currently at 150 words. Reading. Yes, that's right, I've done nothing but read for the past two summers. Summer is my escape from reality, the one time of the year when I have time for myself. Before junior year, I assisted in coordinating a children's Bible camp for the local churches in my area. My job? I would read and enact stories from the Bible for the children as they walked into my class overflowing with vigor. From there, I then formed a competition to see who retained the most knowledge. Then, last summer, aside from tutoring elementary school students and attending a week-long church camp myself, I immersed myself in manga. From the weekly chapters of ongoing Shōnen to completed Seine masterpieces such as Into Asana's "Goodnight Pun pun," I devoured every piece of writing that I laid eyes upon. Albeit not impressive, I completed 53 series ranging from short one-shots to 700-chapter behemoths.
As a child, gaming was essential to my existence. It was integrated into my life through education as well as entertainment. Gaming fabricated another reality that accompanied me through stressful and joyous times. When I entered high school, I desired to share my experience with others. With this in mind, I searched for individuals with analogous mindsets to establish our school's first Esports club. However, we were continuously looked down on for supporting what was perceived as detrimental to an individual's lifestyle, yet, I never perceived it that way. In fact, it was the opposite for me: gaming helped me achieve a better lifestyle because I used it as leeway to relieve my stress and build social connections with individuals throughout the school. Subsequently, I continued to persevere through the animosity and began hosting free entry community events to spread the message. For instance, for our first event, we hosted an online tournament that required a high degree of teamwork and leadership. I divided our tasks into three categories: marketing, sponsors, and cost. Correspondingly, we simultaneously secured a sponsorship with the game developers while advertising our tournament and determining the cost. As a result, we attracted over 100 participants and gained the respect from our school as we were invited to host a charity tournament. Moreover, I transitioned the club to a nonprofit organization, am now in charge of nationwide high school tournaments, and have garnered over 1200 members with devoted sponsors. Overall, I made an impact in the gaming community by introducing large free entry tournaments that provided opportunities for individuals to pursue their passion for gaming and develop everlasting friendships. Additionally, I developed leadership and teamwork skills that were ignited by my ambition and passion, and learned that pursuing one's passion is essential to developing one's character.
As a child, gaming was essential to my existence. It was integrated into my life through education as well as entertainment. Gaming fabricated another reality that accompanied me through stressful and joyous times. When I entered high school, I desired to share my experience with others. With this in mind, I searched for individuals with analogous mindsets to establish our school's first Esports club. However, we were continuously looked down on for supporting what was perceived as detrimental to an individual's lifestyle, yet, I never perceived it that way. In fact, it was the opposite for me: gaming helped me achieve a better lifestyle because I used it as leeway to relieve my stress and build social connections with individuals throughout the school. Subsequently, I continued to persevere through the animosity and began hosting free entry community events to spread the message. For instance, for our first event, we hosted an online tournament that required a high degree of teamwork and leadership. I divided our tasks into three categories: marketing, sponsors, and cost. Correspondingly, we simultaneously secured a sponsorship with the game developers while advertising our tournament and determining the cost. As a result, we attracted over 100 participants and gained the respect from our school as we were invited to host a charity tournament. Moreover, I transitioned the club to a nonprofit organization, am now in charge of nationwide high school tournaments, and have garnered over 1200 members with devoted sponsors. Overall, I made an impact in the gaming community by introducing large free entry tournaments that provided opportunities for individuals to pursue their passion for gaming and develop everlasting friendships. Additionally, I developed leadership and teamwork skills that were ignited by my ambition and passion, and learned that pursuing one's passion is essential to developing one's character.
When the Dartmouth 3D magazine arrived in my postbox, the front cover of a student in Pine Park, a feeling of familiarity settled upon me. I later found out why: Dartmouth shares the latitude and climate of my hometown in Hokkaido. Devouring each breathtaking photograph of students engaging in and student testimonial, (and inhaling the strangely addictive fragrance of freshly-printed-magazine), I find myself at Dartmouth.I see myself taking a stroll around Occom Pond, French flashcards in hand. I see my friends and I taking the bus to the Organic Farm, flaunting my ability pare apples as thin as a leaf. I see myself working as a research assistant at the Brain Imaging lab. I know I will fit right in to the Dartmouth community, surrounded by nature and amazing people.
When the Dartmouth 3D magazine arrived in my postbox, the front cover of a student in Pine Park, a feeling of familiarity settled upon me. I later found out why: Dartmouth shares the latitude and climate of my hometown in Hokkaido. Devouring each breathtaking photograph of students engaging in and student testimonial, (and inhaling the strangely addictive fragrance of freshly-printed-magazine), I find myself at Dartmouth. I see myself taking a stroll around Occam Pond, French flashcards in hand. I see my friends and I are taking the bus to the Organic Farm, flaunting my ability pare apples as thin as a leaf. Furthermore, I see myself working as a research assistant at the Brain Imaging lab. Furthermore, I know I will fit right in to the Dartmouth community, surrounded by nature and amazing people.
Being a member of the club called 'NSEC ' I feel proud to say that I have done a great job exquisitely than most others. The reason is when our club held a " tree plantation" program, the leader of my club decided to buy only 2.5 kgs seeds of Ashoka tree, and 1 kg of palm trees. Right then I opined that we needed trees with wide canopies to reduce CO2 from air because generally speaking most of the tropical trees with wide canopies have thick trunks, so in general knowledge : the wider the trunk the more it will be able to suck CO2. That's why I invested a big share from my own pocket to buy such saplings like The Great Banyan(great for carbon di-oxide reduction and the finest for shading in scorching summer ) , Indian Mahogany( CO2 shortening, and gives great foilage), Tulsi tree ( it's a very small type of tree species but perhaps the most efficient in cutting off carbon), Neem ( besides it's great shade Neem is famous for aliviete the fatal Pox disease) and Sal tree ( It is also well known for providing foilage and other uses of its leafs). However in a mega city like Kolkata has hardly any space for planting such giants like Banyan. So I took them to my native village and planted four of them on my father's own land. Besides my exploits in tree plantation I have been given responsibility to spreading awareness to my own locality about child abusing, practicality of educations, environmental issues, caste problems. Recently a well known social activist called Anand Shiva, call on a country based mission which is : visiting primary schools and take a 30 minutes class to aware children of how government is brain washing common folks about how their party is ensuring the protection of natural forests while in reality they are letting corporates to eat our last remaining forests and mega faunas. So the leader and vice leader of NSEC decided that 4 members will do the job and one of them is me. Moreover, other members of my club deeply appreciate my works on spreading acquaintances on social medias on education systems, veganism, natural destruction and anti- speciesism which are one of the base motto of my club. - Feel free to share your opinion.
Being a member of the club called 'NEC' I feel proud to say that I have done a great job exquisitely than most others. The reason is when our club held a" tree plantation" program, the leader of my club decided to buy only 2.5 kg seeds of Ashoka tree, and 1 kg of palm trees. Right then I opined that we needed trees with wide canopies to reduce CO2 from air because generally speaking most of the tropical trees with wide canopies have thick trunks, so in general knowledge : the wider the trunk the more it will be able to suck CO2. That's why I invested a big share from my own pocket to buy such saplings like The Great Banyan(great for carbon dioxide reduction and the finest for shading in scorching summer) , Indian Mahogany(CO2 shortening, and gives great foliage), Tulsa tree (it's a very small type of tree species but perhaps the most efficient in cutting off carbon), Need (besides its great shade Need is famous for alive the fatal Pox disease) and Sal tree (It is also well known for providing foliage and other uses of its leafs). However, in a megacity like Kolkata has hardly any space for planting such giants like Banyan. So I took them to my native village and planted four of them on my father's own land. Besides my exploits in tree plantation I have been given responsibility to spreading awareness to my own locality about child abusing, practicality of educations, environmental issues, caste problems. Recently a well known social activist called Anand Shiva, call on a country based mission which is : visiting primary schools and take a 30 minutes class to aware children of how government is brainwashing common folks about how their party is ensuring the protection of natural forests while in reality they are letting corporates eat our last remaining forests and megafaunas. So the leader and vice leader of NEC decided that 4 members will do the job and one of them is me. Moreover, other members of my club deeply appreciate my works on spreading acquaintances on social medias on education systems, veganism, natural destruction and anti- speciesism which are one of the base motto of my club. - Feel free to share your opinion.