Scholarship / UWC scholarship : Describe a challenge and how you overcame and its impacts [3]

THE ESSAY REQUIRES ME TO WRITE ABOUT 600 WORDS BUT BELOW IS NEARLY 650 WORDS AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CUT IT DOWN PLEASE HELP ME. IF POSSIBLE PLEASE COMMENT ON MY ESSAY THANKS IN ADVANCE.

It was nearly 3pm but the heat still lingered in the atmosphere. Ignoring the blazing sun, the crowd was cheerfully playing noisy games. I stood outside the line, as i had a task to complete: taking photos. Carefully pressing the button to capture one girl, I beamed happily and moved to another angle. Seeing me smile like that, no one could ever imagine that a few weeks before I was deeply drowned in the hole of inferiority without knowing how to get out.

The long-lived passion for English motivated me to choose it as my major at high school. I passed the entrance exam successfully with the highest score in my new class. I had no doubt about my decision until one day, when the rehearsal for the welcome party took place. Enthusiastic as I might be in the beginning, it all collapsed the moment I tried to sing in front of everyone. One, two lines and they started to giggle. Some malice comments resounded together with the louder giggle caused me to stop abruptly. I bitterly realized what they were laughing at and never before did I feel so embarrassed. I stormed out of the room, leaving behind all the laughter and shouts. The embarrassment clung onto me all the time ever since. Although everyone was kind enough not to repeat about that rehearsal, I could still hear the mock behind my back when I passed some talkative girls. The inferiority even worsened when it dawned on me that all of my classmates could sing much better than me. I was in an English class, where students were famous for being both beautiful and gifted, and I felt like a fish out of water. Each day at school then became a struggle. My mind was always filled with feeling of inferiority and jealousy. Why I was born with no talents? Was God so unfair to me? Those ideas haunted me no matter how hard I tried to remove them. That period was so horrible when I came to class every day feeling so useless and desperate.

In order to ignore those feelings that tortured me, I decided to join the photographer team for the party. At first it was just a makeshift, however, it turned out to be my soundest decision so far. I was always fascinated by being a photographer, though I could not afford a camera. That time provided me a precious chance to practice with one and my fondness for photography deepened more than ever. The more I engrossed in that hobby, the less time I had to overthink about my inferiority. Surely I did not recognize that change, but my thought of having no talents slowly vanished. The welcome party took place well according to plans. Although my task was only behind the stage without any spotlight, I did feel satisfied when I could do the thing I love. It was true happiness when one praised me of my skills and asked me to teach her to take photos. It had been a while since I last felt truly glad like that. My inferiority was gradually replaced by the proud feeling of being a member of community and making contribution to that successful party.

This experience has taught me various valuable things. For one thing, our minds are the biggest barriers against our efforts. ................. . the most precious thing I gain is that everyone is talented in their own ways. Poor grades, bad voices, unskillful hands... are no proof that one lacks talents. Just as Einstein said : '' Everybody is a genius. But if you judge the fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid. '' As long as we believe in ourselves and spend time following our passions, we can soon figure out what we are gifted in.

Scholarship / Just one day in a variety of many; describe a typical day in your life in the future UWC scholarship [2]

Describe a typical day in your life in the year 2026.

Hanoi is on the threshold to the winter season. As it is still early in the morning, the road is deserted with only some store opening in the flickering light. Gusts of wind were blowing, wafting over thousands of autumn leaves on the pavement. Standing on the balcony of my apartment, I inhale a breath of fresh air, comfortably look down the roads with a sense of excitement although the scene is endlessly familiar to me. Perhaps it is due to occupational habits, for a photographer always takes pleasure in observing things.

I have worked as a photographer in the editorial office of a known magazine for almost two years after graduating from a university in London. I usually begin working at 8am so I have plenty of time to spare. I like to spend this precious time observing my surroundings. Sometimes I walk down the streets, carrying along my camera and capture every little thing that attracts my attention. Through the lens of the camera, ordinary scenes suddenly transform into unique ones. They all become so flawless, yet evanescent that as though it would fleet in one second if I did not cherish the moment instantly.

Up early to wend my way through the rush hour traffic, full of kit and a large cup of strong coffee. Arrive at the office, I immediately prepare for the shoot by setting light up for the background and recheck the items. When the models and assistants come, the photo shoot start. Unlike other types of photographer, fashion photographer specializes in taking pictures that showcase clothing shoes and other accessories. They must be able to understand lighting and be able to direct models in ways that emphasize the fashion on display. In Vietnam where fashion deserves little attention, fashion photographer faces many challenges. Low investment lowers the quality of the shoot, thereby Vietnam is no competitor when standing with other countries. However, with the deep passion, I decide to follow this path despite knowing that it is not smooth. Via every photo for the magazine, I hope to breathe new life into Vietnam fashion and increase it to a global level in the near future.

Lunch, as is often the way on busy shoots, consists of some slices of breads consumed in breaks between subjects. I take advantage of the time to gossip with the models, engage shy ones in conservation so that they feel more comfortable and pose better in front of my camera.

The shoot day continue in the afternoon. '' Turn around a little. Eyes up. Smile more naturally. Good. Hands up. Ok!'' The sound of the camera continually resounded. Shoot wraps up at 5.30pm, after a long day of photographing many different subjects.

When I come back home, the clock points 7pm already. I gobble down some food and return to work. Start sorting through all the photographs. As the photos have already been converted from RAW files and the lighting was set up correctly, it's usually just a case of retouching and resizing images. However, as there are piles of them, when I finish it is already bedtime.

Despite the little trial and tribulations though, I genuinely love what I do and the fact that every day is different. This is just one day in a variety of many.

PLEASE COMMENT ON THE CONTENT OF MY ESSAY. IS IT TOO BLAND, OR BORING OR NOT ENOUGH INSPIRATIONAL OR SOMETHING ELSE. AND CAN YOU GUYS GIVE ME SOME ADVICE WHAT I SHOULD ADD INTO MINE TO BE MORE IMPRESSIVE? THANKS IN ADVANCE.