wolf314
Nov 28, 2009
Undergraduate / UC Prompt #1 and 2 :" Compassion within the ice" and "Painting is patience" [2]
I actually posted a prompt one earlier this week, but I decided to start all over and this is what I came up with. I hope you guys will give me some advice on how to fix these up a bit more. Thanks. ^_^
Prompt #1 (freshman applicants)
Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
My world isn't filled with diamonds or shiny glass doors. It isn't filled with cows flying over the moon, or knives running away with spoons. My little world is in Rowland Heights, with my family of four. My family, despite its lack of funds, has given me the support and love that I needed to make it through my seventeen years of life. Even though my family may fight a lot and ignore each other most of the time, they have taught me that even the most distant of families can show the greatest of compassion in times of need. It is because of this lesson that I want to help others in any way I can. I want to bestow upon those around me the same courtesy that my family has shown and given me.
A couple of years ago, my mom injured her back and was unable to move. She would lay in bed, unable to work, unable to walk properly, and unable to go to church. I thought that my distant family would barely react to this incident, that we would just go on as if nothing had happened, but I was proven wrong. My family, who hardly talks to each other, who never really had that close bond with each other, pulled together, for the sake of my mother, and took on the burden she always carried, her chores, to keep the family going. My brother and I would do the laundry and dishes, while my dad would attempt to make us dinner after work. We tried to keep the house as clean as possible, and keep my mom healthy and content. We didn't have much money, since my mom brings in most of the income, so we all gave up one thing that we liked the most to survive. My dad gave up his precious fish after dinner, my brother gave up buying numerous amounts of books, and I gave up my allowance. We felt that small thin bond that keeps us together thicken in that one moment. It showed me that no matter what kind of person you are, and what your relationship with a person may be, you will still hold a small piece of compassion tucked away in your heart, because we're all connected in one way or another.
My family's love and willingness to help one another in times of tribulation has really inspired me to go out into the world and do my best to help all those that I can. They taught me, despite their lack of unity, that it is our duty and responsibility to help those around us, especially those closest to our hearts. That is why I want to major in an area that will allow me to help those around me to the best of my ability. It may be in the medical field, or in the psychological field, but I know that when I find the area most suited for me, I will work twice as hard to show my appreciation to my family, who has taught me so much, with so little of their time.
Prompt #2 (all applicants)
Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
To me, art has always been apart of my life, whether it was through music or drawings. Even though it's that one constant in my life that I could always depend upon, I never had the patience to complete anything I began. It was only recently in sophomore year that the one pillar in my life that I could never wait for, gave me the patience to wait for everything else.
In my advanced art class, my teacher Mrs. Gavin had us make pieces, in any medium that we chose. I chose color pencils, like always. When I turned in my art work at the end of the week, she suggested that I try painting my piece. I thought, why not, so I gave it a try. It was really frustrating at first, because I've never really painted before, so didn't know how to mix the colors properly. However, I didn't want to give up on something I started, so I kept trying and trying, and found myself getting better each day. Despite the fact that I messed up on several occasions, and eventually had to start over, I began to understand and appreciate the hard work it took to create such beautiful paintings as Van Gogh's, "The Starry Night." As I continued my piece, I started to care more about the quality of my work, and the effort that I was putting into it. I didn't want to make the same mistake of rushing when I first started my piece. Those first rough weeks taught me to be patient and let the piece come together slowly. I realized it wasn't a race; it was about completing my piece and being content with the end result. My first piece, although far from perfect, is the pride and joy of my art career.
That one painting that looked worse than anything I've ever drawn, taught me about patience that no other person could teach me. It taught me that to create a beautiful piece; I must take my time, and place my strokes strategically, because each line can affect the piece as a whole. Before painting, I was always in a rush, always wanting to finish things quickly so I could go on to the next project, but now, I learned to take my steps slowly and appreciate the time and effort that it takes to finish my work. What I am most proud of is not the quality that I can now bring to my work, but the patience that I learned that is behind the quality. There is an old say," you can't teach an old dog, a new trick." Well guess what, I'm not that old.
I actually posted a prompt one earlier this week, but I decided to start all over and this is what I came up with. I hope you guys will give me some advice on how to fix these up a bit more. Thanks. ^_^
Prompt #1 (freshman applicants)
Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
My world isn't filled with diamonds or shiny glass doors. It isn't filled with cows flying over the moon, or knives running away with spoons. My little world is in Rowland Heights, with my family of four. My family, despite its lack of funds, has given me the support and love that I needed to make it through my seventeen years of life. Even though my family may fight a lot and ignore each other most of the time, they have taught me that even the most distant of families can show the greatest of compassion in times of need. It is because of this lesson that I want to help others in any way I can. I want to bestow upon those around me the same courtesy that my family has shown and given me.
A couple of years ago, my mom injured her back and was unable to move. She would lay in bed, unable to work, unable to walk properly, and unable to go to church. I thought that my distant family would barely react to this incident, that we would just go on as if nothing had happened, but I was proven wrong. My family, who hardly talks to each other, who never really had that close bond with each other, pulled together, for the sake of my mother, and took on the burden she always carried, her chores, to keep the family going. My brother and I would do the laundry and dishes, while my dad would attempt to make us dinner after work. We tried to keep the house as clean as possible, and keep my mom healthy and content. We didn't have much money, since my mom brings in most of the income, so we all gave up one thing that we liked the most to survive. My dad gave up his precious fish after dinner, my brother gave up buying numerous amounts of books, and I gave up my allowance. We felt that small thin bond that keeps us together thicken in that one moment. It showed me that no matter what kind of person you are, and what your relationship with a person may be, you will still hold a small piece of compassion tucked away in your heart, because we're all connected in one way or another.
My family's love and willingness to help one another in times of tribulation has really inspired me to go out into the world and do my best to help all those that I can. They taught me, despite their lack of unity, that it is our duty and responsibility to help those around us, especially those closest to our hearts. That is why I want to major in an area that will allow me to help those around me to the best of my ability. It may be in the medical field, or in the psychological field, but I know that when I find the area most suited for me, I will work twice as hard to show my appreciation to my family, who has taught me so much, with so little of their time.
Prompt #2 (all applicants)
Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
To me, art has always been apart of my life, whether it was through music or drawings. Even though it's that one constant in my life that I could always depend upon, I never had the patience to complete anything I began. It was only recently in sophomore year that the one pillar in my life that I could never wait for, gave me the patience to wait for everything else.
In my advanced art class, my teacher Mrs. Gavin had us make pieces, in any medium that we chose. I chose color pencils, like always. When I turned in my art work at the end of the week, she suggested that I try painting my piece. I thought, why not, so I gave it a try. It was really frustrating at first, because I've never really painted before, so didn't know how to mix the colors properly. However, I didn't want to give up on something I started, so I kept trying and trying, and found myself getting better each day. Despite the fact that I messed up on several occasions, and eventually had to start over, I began to understand and appreciate the hard work it took to create such beautiful paintings as Van Gogh's, "The Starry Night." As I continued my piece, I started to care more about the quality of my work, and the effort that I was putting into it. I didn't want to make the same mistake of rushing when I first started my piece. Those first rough weeks taught me to be patient and let the piece come together slowly. I realized it wasn't a race; it was about completing my piece and being content with the end result. My first piece, although far from perfect, is the pride and joy of my art career.
That one painting that looked worse than anything I've ever drawn, taught me about patience that no other person could teach me. It taught me that to create a beautiful piece; I must take my time, and place my strokes strategically, because each line can affect the piece as a whole. Before painting, I was always in a rush, always wanting to finish things quickly so I could go on to the next project, but now, I learned to take my steps slowly and appreciate the time and effort that it takes to finish my work. What I am most proud of is not the quality that I can now bring to my work, but the patience that I learned that is behind the quality. There is an old say," you can't teach an old dog, a new trick." Well guess what, I'm not that old.
