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thebluehippo   
Oct 7, 2009
Undergraduate / "track and cross country" - another fsu Vires, Artes, Mores essay [2]

the prompt is For almost one hundred years, the Latin words, "Vires, Artes, Mores" have been the guiding philosophy behind Florida State University. Vires signifies strength of all kinds - moral, physical, and intellectual; Artes alludes to the beauty of intellectual pursuits as exemplified in skill, craft, or art; and Mores refers to character, custom, or tradition. Describe how one or more of the values embodied in these concepts are reflected in your life.

dont hesitate in giving any advice thanks in advance

When reflecting on the past four years of highschool and thinking of all the things I have done, it is hard to pinpoint the single most important event or attribute that has shaped me in my high school career. It seems like I have done so much in four years that I have had a taste of everything on my plate and love all of it but cant finish it all without getting an upset stomach. Although I have done a lot I can say that everything I chose to do or not do was all for the better and I would do it all over again if I had the chance.

When thinking about my physical achievements, the first thing that comes to mind is track and cross country. Both of these took all my energy everyday afterschool to endure the pain of long distance running and the extreme complication and monotonous repetition of pole vaulting. First pole-vaulting had to be the most difficult. I took the combined efforts of my mind to know where my body was relative to its surroundings and body to physically run jump and lift my self over the bar. Then when it came to cross country I had to give every single ounce of effort and determination I had to even finish the practice. By running cross-country I found out what my true physical limits were and how to even succeed those. I personally believe these two sports showed me my true "vires" even if I wasn't the best in the world at them I learned that the only goals that matter are my own.

When it comes to the arts, my dearest passions are in the musical arts. I can sit around all day listening to music whether it is classical, hip-hop, rock, and so on. This is the main reason I joined the marching band. I just love the wailing trumpets, the down-beats of the bass drum, the ratatat of the snares. It all just blends perfectly every Friday night at half time. It may only last for ten minutes but merely participating in the marching symphony is the best feeling of oneness that can be achieved in a high-school. The simple metaphor of music is the most beautiful thing I can imagine. Like everything we have or ever will see, every song must begin and end like all life on earth. It's the stuff in-between that makes it truly beautiful and emotional. So to me every song is a lifetime of emotion waiting to be played. This is why I absolutely love playing in band. So I feel "artes" is unraveled in my participation in the lifetimes I play out on the marching field.

In its entirety band and track where the most influencing activities I participated in. They helped me realize who I am and could be. Track made me realize that it really isn't what I do in my life time that is important, it is how I do it and the attitude I do it with that will make me happy. Band on the other hand, put change my mind set from "it's all about me" to the factthat we are all a part of the whole weather we are doing our part or not we all suffer the consequences and reap the benefits of each other's actions whether we like it or not. Hopefully these life changing experiences will help me become an integral part at fsu in the near future.
thebluehippo   
Sep 20, 2009
Undergraduate / Pole-vaulting - my UF undergrad application essay [5]

It all started one day while watching YouTube videos. It was a gag real of a pole-vaulter falling onto his pole as he was in the air and injuring himself. I kept watching more videos of people pole-vaulting and reaching heights upwards of fifteen feet. Ever since I saw these videos I have been fascinated with pole-vaulting, and joined my high school track team to participate in this soon to find out, ever so complicated event.

Not knowing anyone who could teach me how to pole-vault I asked the only kid at my school that also pole-vaulted. He told me about one of Florida's best highschool pole-vaulting coaches, his name was coach Cashman. When I met Cashman and asked him to teach me to pole-vault, the very first thing he told me was "this event will take more dedication and repetition than any other sport". Regardless of how many times he emphasized its difficulty, I pressed on into the event.

After the first month of practice I found out for myself that pole-vaulting was much more difficult than any race I had ever run. It took the combined efforts of my legs, body and mind to get me over the standard bar. The first couple of weeks I felt deterred from pole-vaulting, but I kept practicing in hopes of being able to learn how to pole-vault correctly. After many trials and many more errors, I was finally ready to jump in a track meet, or so I thought.

The day came when it was my time to put all the hours of practice to use. I was on deck getting ready to make my first jump. My heart was racing but my mind was beating it, thinking of all the things that either would or wouldn't happen. It was my turn to go, so I grabbed my pole affectionately named Mrs. Armstrong in hopes she would take me to the moon, but as I looked towards the opening height, I saw the tallest six feet of my life. As I started into my sprint I realized I have done this so many times I should be more prepared than a pack lunch. I accelerated towards my mark jumped and slung the pole back. As I landed on the mat the pole lay motionless, resting against the standard. The pole then fell along with the standard.

I didn't make it past six feet that day, but it did teach me a lesson. Sometimes no matter how prepared you are there are always unforeseen obstacles that life will through at you. When it comes to UF, I will bring lots of hard work and dedication no matter what unexpected obstacles the college life can throw at me. Just like in pole-vaulting I will keep on trying no matter how long it take for me to learn the subject or idea whatever it may be, Pole-vaulting also taught me to have humility in whatever it is that you do because everyone makes mistakes.
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