Essay #1: 650 Words Attempting To Portray This Student As A "Gentle Giant," A Big Kid With A Heart of Gold That Always Tries To Help People
Essay #1: 650 Words Attempting To Portray This Student As A "Gentle Giant," A Big Kid With A Heart of Gold That Always Tries To Help People
Essay #1: 650 Words Attempting To Portray This Student As A "Gentle Giant," A Big Kid With A Heart of Gold That Always Tries To Help People
Throughout my life, I’ve been called the Gentle Giant. All my school life, I was always the
tallest kid in my class. I remember having friends over to my house and when we put our
shoes in the front hall mine would be twice as big as any of my friend's.
I was a shy kid. In preschool, I was more comfortable following the teacher rather than
playing with the other kids. The teacher told my mom that even though I was quiet, I had
what she called a golden aura about me and that I would do great things in life. A few years
later I had a birthday party where all my class was invited. The party was in the yard, we had
a science guy doing fun experiments and piñatas looking like dinosaurs. It was a great party
and I was very happy since everyone showed up.
There was an extroverted side of me too. For instance, I was the last one to learn how to tie
shoelaces into a bow. It felt bad in the beginning but soon I began to see the humor in it.
Flaws can be funny. I was the first one to laugh on my own layup misses. I learned early that
the flaws of today can become the strengths of tomorrow.
When I was eight, I surprised my family and the hotel guest while on a family vacation when
I jumped up on the hotel stage and executed a whole dance routine. I felt free. And at Eighth-
grade graduation, I gave a speech in front of an audience of hundreds. Everyone was
surprised and I received a lot of praise for it. In high school, the desire to dance struck again
and I made a YouTube video which became very popular amongst many schools.
These moments were exceptions and I knew I needed to get outside of my comfort zone to
make friends and help the underdogs.
There was a bully in my first grade that preyed on his classmate. I remember the strong
feeling of wanting to help the kid who was being bullied. Years later, when I was a camp
counselor at a local summer camp, I confronted a similar situation. A child in my camper
group was constantly being bullied by a group of kids. I brought these kids together and made
the bully kids apologize to the kid. I also told them that bullying can get them into trouble. I
did let them talk too, instead of just lecturing them. They stopped and I was happy that I
could help.
I loved basketball. By 8th grade, I was a good basketball player. In the team, some of the kids
had never touched a basketball before. So, not only was I a member but also an assistant
coach and a mentor for my teammates. I was always giving tips to the new players and
running laps while encouraging them. I contributed by scoring at least half of the team’s total
points and providing many assists. Winning the regional finals that year made us very proud.
My internship also gave me a chance to help senior citizens. From experience, I know that
many older people feel invisible in our youth-obsessed culture, it will be cathartic for them to
be able to talk to me about their situations.
Majority of the patients who came in were over the age of 65. I remember helping a woman
in her 60s who came to the training side having many pre-existing injuries which were
deteriorating her quality of life, being able to help her made me very happy. My gentle
personality seemed to put them at ease.
At six feet three inches, I am still tall. I don’t think I’ll ever be a loud, pushy person. But my
desire to help all those kids and seniors has motivated me to overcome my shyness.
Essay #2: 250 Words; Prompt: Everyone belongs to many different communities
and/or groups defined by (among other things) shared geography, religion, ethnicity,
income, cuisine, interest, race, ideology or intellectual heritage. Choose one of the
communities to which you belong, and describe that community and your place within
it.
was a bubble boy when I was young. I was raised in a very culturally sheltered environment. As a kid
who was only exposed to life at school or my Indian heritage at home, I never really understood
what differentiated the other cultures from my own, especially the Hispanic communities that I was
surrounded by in California.
All that changed when a family friend invited me along for a festival in her Guatemalan community. I
was fascinated by all the foods, customs and traditions, many of which were centuries old. This
exposure immediately sparked my interest in the language that brought all those people together
and I was inspired to study Spanish whenever the opportunity presented itself, hopefully in middle
school.
It turned out that I really liked languages, soon I was at the top of my Spanish class. Although
learning the language in a classroom setting was good, I wanted to speak Spanish with the natives. I
got a chance on an immersion trip to Costa Rica where I could expand my Spanish ability and also
integrate myself into the culture. From working with locals on service projects to earning a
reputation as a reliable translator, I had so much fun being out of my element.
Now my world is a bright web of connections instead of a dark bubble. I guess that my true
community is the people who revel in multiculturalism. Generalizations are easy, but not always
correct. You just have to get to know people.