Essay About Myself
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School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.
I was accused of cheating for the first time when I was seven years old. It was during the term final where the performance of the test indicates all the progress the student had made throughout the semester, so its importance was never over emphasized. Though…show more content…
Everything started anew, I was all by myself. While I was busy getting used to the school and making new friends, I also discovered a new passion, soccer. Through soccer I was able to meet some of my most loyal friends. We would often get together and play soccer against other classes.
The school required a test for admission, so the competition was getting fierce. The teachers focused a lot on our academics and tried to squeeze as much time as they can from us to study. As the result, we were not allowed to play soccer during our free time because it hinders us from studying. Maybe it is human tendency to break laws, but the gang of us didnâ€™t want to conform to that rule so sneaking a soccer ball to school and keep it away from the teachers became an everyday challenge. It was amazing the kind of ideas we came up with for this task. Soccer added spices into my otherwise boring school life, and it served as a channel between me and my fellow classmates. Through soccer we found a common ground, that we were able to know each other more and support each other no matter what happens. It gave us a sense of unity, and it was very important to me. Even now I cherish the pact I had with them back then - the support that helped me to stay on the right track during my rebel teenage years.
My homeroom teacher at the time had the most impact on me than any other mentors I had. People say
I feel like Billy Pilgrim.
Unstuck in time, the protagonist of Kurt Vonnegut’s “Slaughterhouse-Five,” relives his life, in no particular order, in a desperate search for meaning. He revisits the consequential coincidences, the milestones and the turning points in his eventful existence, trying to understand himself and his place in the world.
Were it not for his age, grim depictions of World War II and other-worldly encounters with aliens, Billy could very well be a college applicant in America today.
I can identify with Billy, for I, too, am a time traveler on a similar quest: to not only discover who I am but also to fit my findings into 500 words or less. With regular decision deadlines rapidly approaching, I’ve focused my efforts on the most vexing part of my applications: the essays.
“Please submit a brief essay, either personal or creative, which you feel best describes you,” Georgetown asks of me.
The College of William & Mary inquires, “What makes you unique and colorful?”
These are big questions for an 18-year-old, and with admission to many of the schools to which I’m applying hinging, perhaps, on even the smallest of factors, my answers could well affect the next four years of my life.
The rules are simple: write, revise, proofread, check again, and repeat as necessary. But to get into the schools of my choice, merely following the rules isn’t enough – I need to “let my life speak,” as Tufts instructs. To be successful in the admissions process, I must compellingly cram my personality and my voice into the confines of a few short responses.
The essays are my chance to reveal myself as an individual with substance beyond scores and merit beyond my transcript. If I fail to do so, I will become little more than a statistic in the eyes of admissions. If I succeed, I may prove myself a worthy candidate for acceptance.
This essay-writing process is no small task – I must perfect, in addition to the Common Application short response and personal statement, 18 other essays of various lengths – but I hesitate to call it toilsome or punishing. On the contrary, it has been my favorite part of the application process, both invigorating and enlightening.
Over the past few months I have considered the most significant people and events in my life, developed a possible solution for a current global issue (for Georgetown), and even pondered my favorite place to get lost (for the University of Virginia). I’ve rediscovered my past in order to explain my present and determine my future.
But unlike Billy Pilgrim, who foresees and accepts his inevitable death, I don’t know exactly what my future holds. Will my true personality shine through my essays, and, more importantly, will admissions officers want my voice in their Class of 2015?
Mr. Campbell is one of six seniors at Cherry Creek High School in Denver blogging about his college search for The Choice between now and May. To comment on what he has written here, please use the box below.
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Six seniors at Cherry Creek High, a public school in Denver, blog their college searches.