Benn_Myers
Nov 14, 2010
Undergraduate / Doubt and Consequence: Common Application Essay - Another prompt of your choosing [7]
This is the essay I'm considering using for my Common Application submission under the prompt #6: Another prompt of your choosing. I'm sure I have a few grammar errors in there and feedback on that front is always very appreciated. I'd also like feedback on what to cut out, (I feel it needs to be shorter) and general critiques of the quality.
Thank you!
There is nothing in this world as internally exhausting as doubt of oneself.
Doubt can grow it worms its way much deeper inside us; it often grows to characterize our actions as every gesture and thought becomes poisoned by the monster living in our heart.
My experience with doubt cannot be easily grouped into one story or memory, for I've skirmished with it many times over the years, each of us taking to our trenches and trading shots until, inevitably, I drive him away from the mental battleground for a few weeks. But he returns. Usually in the wake of an essay I didn't do well on or an inability to put words down on a page at home. These are small occurrences, and the practical and reasonable part of me calls out, saying that I shouldn't despair, but the deeper emotional part is plagued by the horrible: doubt.
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This is the essay I'm considering using for my Common Application submission under the prompt #6: Another prompt of your choosing. I'm sure I have a few grammar errors in there and feedback on that front is always very appreciated. I'd also like feedback on what to cut out, (I feel it needs to be shorter) and general critiques of the quality.
Thank you!
There is nothing in this world as internally exhausting as doubt of oneself.
Doubt can grow it worms its way much deeper inside us; it often grows to characterize our actions as every gesture and thought becomes poisoned by the monster living in our heart.
My experience with doubt cannot be easily grouped into one story or memory, for I've skirmished with it many times over the years, each of us taking to our trenches and trading shots until, inevitably, I drive him away from the mental battleground for a few weeks. But he returns. Usually in the wake of an essay I didn't do well on or an inability to put words down on a page at home. These are small occurrences, and the practical and reasonable part of me calls out, saying that I shouldn't despair, but the deeper emotional part is plagued by the horrible: doubt.
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