shaykhedr
Oct 28, 2014
Undergraduate / My first step out the airport - Personal Statement.. My Wake up call.. [4]
This is my personal statement! I'm on a short-time leash. Please help me ASAP. All criticism, feedback is welcome THANK YOU in advance
Taking my first step out the airport, I am instantly hit with the abnormal smell of smoke, gas, and something else that I couldn't describe. The heavily polluted air that I was inhaling made me cough. The fatigue from my fourteen hour flight instantly perished. As I looked around I could see the multitude of people awaiting the arrival of their loved ones. The peculiar image of the relatively abandoned airport flashed in my head. Although it was atypical, I didn't inquire why this was occurring. Despite my emigration, I wasn't oblivious to what was occurring in my home country. Ever since the outset of the revolution, things have dramatically changed, including increased security measures. My family and I finally make our way to the bus. As we finished packing our belongings in, the driver slides the door to close, commencing my journey in Egypt.
As I looked out the window, I witnessed streets jam packed with cars aggressively honking, swarms of individuals walking around, ginormous piles of garbage piled high in the middle of sidewalks. The feeling of being confined and crowded suddenly apprehended me. To be in a country where not only is driving ciaos but where precedents are not set. Streets are deprived of lights, stop signs, and even cross walks for pedestrians. The sight of innocent disheveled children with ripped clothes and dirty faces begging for money tore my heart apart. Goose bumps crawled up my skin when a disabled man sitting on the filthy streets looked me right in the eye with fear and helplessness as I passed him by. Teenagers and infants roamed the streets selling napkins in order to survive. Without a substantial amount of money in the country you will suffer.
Education there is poor compared to the education I receive here in the U.S. In addition many people are unemployed because the incompetent government doesn't provide jobs for the growing population. There are people who live in houses that they make themselves, out of brick or clothes and sticks. Any side walk or corner is an open market for those who would like to sell food there, unlicensed. Being that the government is corrupt, the country as a whole is also corrupted. Even after the abominable revolution, where lives were lost, blood was shed and tears were cried, everything still seems to remain the same.
I can candidly say this was one of the most heart breaking experiences I've ever experienced in my life. Following my visit, I made an oath to myself promising that I would strive for nothing less than greatness. Looking back at my past years of high school and seeing the failure that I've embraced appalls me. Thousands of people there and around the world wish to have the opportunities that I am offered, the opportunity to live adequately, and receive a sufficient education. I hadn't realized how much I've taken for granted until then. I am filled with the deepest regret and sorrow. I've been efficiently working in school striving for success. I've realized that it's either now or never. I will pick myself up and strive for what I want. I want success, I want a future, I want an excellent career that I'll enjoy. And I will always aim higher to be better, because good isn't good enough. Even if you are great, you can always become greater. Thank you Egypt, for providing me with a wakeup call.
This is my personal statement! I'm on a short-time leash. Please help me ASAP. All criticism, feedback is welcome THANK YOU in advance
Taking my first step out the airport, I am instantly hit with the abnormal smell of smoke, gas, and something else that I couldn't describe. The heavily polluted air that I was inhaling made me cough. The fatigue from my fourteen hour flight instantly perished. As I looked around I could see the multitude of people awaiting the arrival of their loved ones. The peculiar image of the relatively abandoned airport flashed in my head. Although it was atypical, I didn't inquire why this was occurring. Despite my emigration, I wasn't oblivious to what was occurring in my home country. Ever since the outset of the revolution, things have dramatically changed, including increased security measures. My family and I finally make our way to the bus. As we finished packing our belongings in, the driver slides the door to close, commencing my journey in Egypt.
As I looked out the window, I witnessed streets jam packed with cars aggressively honking, swarms of individuals walking around, ginormous piles of garbage piled high in the middle of sidewalks. The feeling of being confined and crowded suddenly apprehended me. To be in a country where not only is driving ciaos but where precedents are not set. Streets are deprived of lights, stop signs, and even cross walks for pedestrians. The sight of innocent disheveled children with ripped clothes and dirty faces begging for money tore my heart apart. Goose bumps crawled up my skin when a disabled man sitting on the filthy streets looked me right in the eye with fear and helplessness as I passed him by. Teenagers and infants roamed the streets selling napkins in order to survive. Without a substantial amount of money in the country you will suffer.
Education there is poor compared to the education I receive here in the U.S. In addition many people are unemployed because the incompetent government doesn't provide jobs for the growing population. There are people who live in houses that they make themselves, out of brick or clothes and sticks. Any side walk or corner is an open market for those who would like to sell food there, unlicensed. Being that the government is corrupt, the country as a whole is also corrupted. Even after the abominable revolution, where lives were lost, blood was shed and tears were cried, everything still seems to remain the same.
I can candidly say this was one of the most heart breaking experiences I've ever experienced in my life. Following my visit, I made an oath to myself promising that I would strive for nothing less than greatness. Looking back at my past years of high school and seeing the failure that I've embraced appalls me. Thousands of people there and around the world wish to have the opportunities that I am offered, the opportunity to live adequately, and receive a sufficient education. I hadn't realized how much I've taken for granted until then. I am filled with the deepest regret and sorrow. I've been efficiently working in school striving for success. I've realized that it's either now or never. I will pick myself up and strive for what I want. I want success, I want a future, I want an excellent career that I'll enjoy. And I will always aim higher to be better, because good isn't good enough. Even if you are great, you can always become greater. Thank you Egypt, for providing me with a wakeup call.