macarongrl
Dec 27, 2015
Undergraduate / Council of Aid for Central Asian Jews day camp - Vassar supplement on extracurricular experience [2]
this was really difficult to do without sounding like I was obnoxiously complaining the entire time. I'm still very iffy about the ending. Can anyone give me any feedback?
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences in the space below. Limit 350 words.
What images or concepts are most likely to come up in one's mind when thinking of a typical summer job at a children's day camp?
Responsibility. Reward. Long bus rides, headaches, frequent trips to Six Flags, maybe.
This was what the C.A.C.A.J. (Council of Aid for Central Asian Jews) day camp had come to mean for me last summer, but there was also something else I had learned from my hours spent there. Something perhaps more crucial.
I came into contact with a myriad of small, sticky hands and youthful pleading voices in those six weeks, in the cafeteria and out under the dappled sunlight in the park. At first, the concept of supervising a dozen or so children was not completely new to me - I thought the prior knowledge I had acquired from my past job would be more than enough.
Being randomly assigned (through the program I was in) to work in a camp catering only to Russian Jewish children and their families came to evolve into a challenge. Considering the fact that I had no Russian or Jewish background, I ended up as a bit of a misfit for the summer, in a building full of people who were all somehow related. Maybe not always blood related, but they were tied culturally. They were tied socially. The children around me constantly gabbled to each other in Russian, and I often tripped over myself in attempts to understand their jokes, traditions, and language, trying to quickly assimilate into a culture that I could not claim to be a part of, while they lightly brushed me off.
This slowly growing isolation somehow taught me why safe spaces are essential. I came to realizations that clashed with my behavior throughout high school, the behavior that made me believe I must always swim against the current in any situation.
It was then that I learned a craving for approval is completely normal. Though typically shunned, this want of acceptance can lead to motivation, which I believe can eventually lead to accomplishment.
this was really difficult to do without sounding like I was obnoxiously complaining the entire time. I'm still very iffy about the ending. Can anyone give me any feedback?
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences in the space below. Limit 350 words.
What images or concepts are most likely to come up in one's mind when thinking of a typical summer job at a children's day camp?
Responsibility. Reward. Long bus rides, headaches, frequent trips to Six Flags, maybe.
This was what the C.A.C.A.J. (Council of Aid for Central Asian Jews) day camp had come to mean for me last summer, but there was also something else I had learned from my hours spent there. Something perhaps more crucial.
I came into contact with a myriad of small, sticky hands and youthful pleading voices in those six weeks, in the cafeteria and out under the dappled sunlight in the park. At first, the concept of supervising a dozen or so children was not completely new to me - I thought the prior knowledge I had acquired from my past job would be more than enough.
Being randomly assigned (through the program I was in) to work in a camp catering only to Russian Jewish children and their families came to evolve into a challenge. Considering the fact that I had no Russian or Jewish background, I ended up as a bit of a misfit for the summer, in a building full of people who were all somehow related. Maybe not always blood related, but they were tied culturally. They were tied socially. The children around me constantly gabbled to each other in Russian, and I often tripped over myself in attempts to understand their jokes, traditions, and language, trying to quickly assimilate into a culture that I could not claim to be a part of, while they lightly brushed me off.
This slowly growing isolation somehow taught me why safe spaces are essential. I came to realizations that clashed with my behavior throughout high school, the behavior that made me believe I must always swim against the current in any situation.
It was then that I learned a craving for approval is completely normal. Though typically shunned, this want of acceptance can lead to motivation, which I believe can eventually lead to accomplishment.