student555
Jan 12, 2018
Undergraduate / This has a value for me: memories, those good or bad [2]
Hello! This is my university application essay, any feedback is appreciated!
What is important to you? And why? (maximum 250 words)
No words were spoken during the dark hours of December 5th, 2015 between me and my older sister. The cold rain felt like needles hitting my face, shortly warming up from the heat of my blushing cheeks and blending in with my tears. We were walking my dog along the dark, lonely seawall as an excuse to get a moment away from our despairing home. That night, my sister and I became each other's backbones, supporting each other through the devastating separation of my parents, and we knew it without saying a single word.
The dispiriting winter night that left me and my sister dazed left a mark, but so did the moments that make me smile whenever I think of them. Memories, good or bad is what I find shaped me to be who I am today and the ones I have with the people I care about in this world are what I put immense value in. From fury to gut-wrenching laughter, a dilemma to a solution, these points in time allow me to completely be myself all at the same time as learning and growing as a human being.
Although sometimes I wish I could forget certain things, I'm learning to understand that memories are crucial to becoming a better individual. They force me to remember the lessons I have learned and help me react to situations similar to those in my past. As Mark Twain says "A clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory".
Hello! This is my university application essay, any feedback is appreciated!
University application essay
What is important to you? And why? (maximum 250 words)
No words were spoken during the dark hours of December 5th, 2015 between me and my older sister. The cold rain felt like needles hitting my face, shortly warming up from the heat of my blushing cheeks and blending in with my tears. We were walking my dog along the dark, lonely seawall as an excuse to get a moment away from our despairing home. That night, my sister and I became each other's backbones, supporting each other through the devastating separation of my parents, and we knew it without saying a single word.
The dispiriting winter night that left me and my sister dazed left a mark, but so did the moments that make me smile whenever I think of them. Memories, good or bad is what I find shaped me to be who I am today and the ones I have with the people I care about in this world are what I put immense value in. From fury to gut-wrenching laughter, a dilemma to a solution, these points in time allow me to completely be myself all at the same time as learning and growing as a human being.
Although sometimes I wish I could forget certain things, I'm learning to understand that memories are crucial to becoming a better individual. They force me to remember the lessons I have learned and help me react to situations similar to those in my past. As Mark Twain says "A clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory".
