raslacrosse
Dec 21, 2011
Undergraduate / Volunteering at a Retirement Home and How it Has Helped Me Grow [6]
Hi everyone,
I am working on my Common Application right now and I was hoping to get some feedback. I'm going to apply to Stony Brook through the Common App. Below is my response to the short answer portion of the Common App, Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences in the space below (1000 character maximum).
I tip-toed into his room; the squish of the rug underneath my feet echoed. He laid waiting. I wanted to see him before he left. John hadn't been at Bridges for long, but he was family. His face glowed. All the wrinkles had disappeared; the worry and stress of a lifetime melted away. He was reborn. There were no tears this time. He had lived. Blinded at 15, he became a professor in American History. Death isn't something to be afraid of. It's a part of life. The residents at Bridges led remarkable lives. There's a published calculus professor with university halls named after her and a WWI veteran who was present for the liberation of Dachau. They aren't afraid of dying; they're too preoccupied living. I help the nurse complete her daily duties, assist residents, and maintain records. The residents have shown me the possibilities are endless and have given me the gift of confidence to live my life to the fullest. It's not bad to be 17 years old with over 2000 years of wisdom behind me.
Thank you for any suggestions you might have.
Hi everyone,
I am working on my Common Application right now and I was hoping to get some feedback. I'm going to apply to Stony Brook through the Common App. Below is my response to the short answer portion of the Common App, Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences in the space below (1000 character maximum).
I tip-toed into his room; the squish of the rug underneath my feet echoed. He laid waiting. I wanted to see him before he left. John hadn't been at Bridges for long, but he was family. His face glowed. All the wrinkles had disappeared; the worry and stress of a lifetime melted away. He was reborn. There were no tears this time. He had lived. Blinded at 15, he became a professor in American History. Death isn't something to be afraid of. It's a part of life. The residents at Bridges led remarkable lives. There's a published calculus professor with university halls named after her and a WWI veteran who was present for the liberation of Dachau. They aren't afraid of dying; they're too preoccupied living. I help the nurse complete her daily duties, assist residents, and maintain records. The residents have shown me the possibilities are endless and have given me the gift of confidence to live my life to the fullest. It's not bad to be 17 years old with over 2000 years of wisdom behind me.
Thank you for any suggestions you might have.