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aelee523   
Dec 12, 2010
Undergraduate / "Relate a situation in your life where a personal sense of honor" - UMW Essay [3]

Relate an event or situation in your life where your personal sense of honor influenced you or guided your actions.

I walked towards the back of the room to begin taking the test that I had missed days before when I was out sick from school. The teacher handed me the test and as I scanned the front page a strong pang of guilt hit me. This was not a makeup test as I had planned on it being. It was the same test the rest of the class had taken. The guilt grew with each answer that I confidently circled. I was sure to get an A, wasn't it worth it? I finished in no time flat, sure of my work. I didn't want to seem like I finished too quickly though so I flipped from page to page, pretending to review my answers. After an appropriate amount of time had passed, I waked back to the front of the room, handed the test to my teacher, and took my seat to learn the day's lesson. As he flipped through the power point I could not get my off what I had just done. Was the A truly worth the guilt of cheating? It would assure me an A for the semester. How could I pass that up?

After class I knew what I had to do. Yes, I could easily get away with this. I could walk out of the room and come back the next day with bright red A drawn on the top of my paper, probably with a comment of good work, or great job. What I could not do however was live with the guilt. I lingered in the door way after the bell rang and wait for my peers to file out of the class room. "What can I help you with Elizabeth?" my teacher asked. Slowly I explained to him how I had gotten one of my friends test, thinking that the one I would be taking would be different, as they normally were. I explained to him that I thought this would be a great way of studying, cheating maybe, but no real guilt and no way of getting caught. As I listened to the words flow from my lips I could not believe I was having to explain something like this to anyone. This wasn't me. I don't cheat. I don't lie. How could I have broken my standards of honor for myself simply by being lazy? I was ashamed.

My teacher forgave me, thanked me for my honesty, and gave me a real makeup test to take. He told me I did the right thing but despite his reassurance, his comforts were hollow to me. I should have never had to tell him that. I should have never given up something that I pried so much in myself just to make my studying easier. It is a mistake that I never plan to make again and regardless of the threats of punishment. My own feeling of self-guilt will far out weight the consequences that I would have to face.
aelee523   
Dec 12, 2010
Undergraduate / "Cross Country was never my sport" common app extracurricular Elon University Essay [6]

ok, ive changed this a lot and would love more opinions on it now. Im not sure how well if flows or if the ending fits at all. Also if it relates to the prompt well enough. Thanks for the help!

If you had $5,000 to start a business or non-profit organization, what would you do? Why? Who would benefit?
I walked down the aisles shed-style barns that stretched in parallel lines to each other for what had to be a mile or more, peering over the gate keepers at the resting thoroughbreds. Some thin as rails, obviously sick and lame. Some with fancy leather halters, groomed, hayracks filled with fresh alfalfa, shiny metal tack trunks sitting outside their stalls, waiting for their time at the start gate, for their opportunity to make their owners fortunes. I was not interested in these starts-to-be. They would live good, happy lives for the remainder of their years. It was the sick and tired that i paid special attention to. I walked from barn to barn with my friend, finding people who looked as though they belonged and asking if they had any horses that weren't good runners and that they were looking to give away or sell for cheap. This was the business. We met all sorts of characters in the first leg of our journey. Old men who would not shake our hands because we were "those fancy hunter people". Horses that desperately needed an out from this life style for if not, after a few more failed races they would surely be led straight onto a double-decker tractor trailer where they would be shipped to Canada for slaughter. Sold for their weight in meat.

Finally after searching for months, my opportunity for me to fulfill my dream came in in the form of a free, four year old grey gelding with remnants of a cracked knee. Jet went from not knowing the basic signals to walk or turn to a blossoming super star in just a year's time. Now he is on the market and I have entered into a business agreement with my coach where we both contribute towards the common goal of retraining ex-racehorses, giving them a second chance in life.

With $5,000, I would further this project. Horse's expenses add up very quickly and having that extra money would be an excellent cushion that would give us the confidence we need to branch out to more animals that could benefit from our program. My parents are only so willing to give their money to a cause where there is no guaranteed outcome of success or profit, so funding is often scarce. With that sum of money we could cover grain for our animals, new equipment, horse show fees, etc. all of which help us to better market our horses so we gain a larger profit and have more money to put back into them. With the guaranteed revenue that would come from this, we could even take on new project horses. In the past we've had numerous prospective projects but have had to turn them all away because of the uncertainty of the market that we are dealing with. Adding another horse would be money taken away from the horses that we currently have and that is not a sacrifice that is worth taking. Five thousand dollars would give us the edge we needed to take our business to a further level.

The impact of the benefit from our business spans far beyond the profit that we could make from selling these horses. Perusing the stalls at the racetrack, looking in at the forlorn horses filled me with a feeling of duty. They wanted a second chance; they deserved it, their eyes begged for an opportunity to try something different before their fate was set. I could do that for them. I had to. Our program gives these horses not only another chance to be successful, but another chance at life.

Though I am only seventeen and my dreams for this project span far beyond what I am capable of, it is that far-fetched, stretch of the imagination has kept me committed. Yes, money for our efforts will always be scarce; it will always be a struggle. No, I will probably never get renowned recognition for what I am doing. The profits from this business will never add up to be anything less than enough to barely break even. I will not stop the horse slaughter industry. I will go to college next year, be away from horses and this dream of mine will probably fade as so many do. What will linger forever though is what I've learned about the impact that our dreams have on us. No- they will probably never come true in the Disney, happily ever after format that we all crave but without that initial spark we do not know how far we can go, what we are truly capable of.
aelee523   
Dec 12, 2010
Undergraduate / "Cross Country was never my sport" common app extracurricular Elon University Essay [6]

Cross Country was never my sport. I am a former gymnast and horseback riding is my passion. I was urged to join the cross country team by my friends but i always refused, afraid of being the worst on the team, afraid of failure. Eventually out of boredom and curiosity i mustered up all my courage and went to the first summer practice. When the coach saw me she immediately instructed me to run the farthest distance of anyone there. After that I quickly surpassed all my teammates who had been doing this for years. My coach even put an article in the newspaper about me being Glass's best runner. Then, my teammates elected me captain. Everything was going great. I continued to excel until an injury held me back, but that didn't take away from the experience at all. I had been terrified to fail, tried anyways, and excelled.
aelee523   
Dec 12, 2010
Undergraduate / "Sneak Out and Explore" - Common App Essay [3]

I think this is really good. I would just enter it under the topic you have picked out. I think it fits very well. Its very unusual and memorable. I was skeptical at first of why you were telling this to a college and how it would turn into a positive thing, but you did a great job!

Good Luck!
aelee523   
Dec 12, 2010
Undergraduate / Influential person (mother and my own carelessness) - common app essay [3]

You need a better introduction. Starting out saying that youve been treated as an equal to your siblings doesnt really work because youve provided the reader with nothing to think the contrary. Its almost like youre stating the obvious.

I like your second paragraph, it more describes your mothers impact on you, but it is kind of randomly thrown in. Maybe use that as an introduction instrad of what you have now? just an idea.

Once you work on the introduction i think the paper will flow more. Right now it all just seems a bit choppy and random.

You have a great topic. Hope this helps. Good luck!
aelee523   
Dec 11, 2010
Undergraduate / "Scientists investigate, engineers create" - improvisations in the end and beginning [4]

I like the quote at the beginning and i think its very appropriate however, as the essay went on you faded to more just naming what OSU is, and they already know those things. You should keep your focus more on why they should pick you and how you're a good match for them. The beginning was memorable. The rest was a very typical essay of this type.

Hope this helps! Good Luck!
aelee523   
Dec 11, 2010
Undergraduate / "How does the world manage to make all of our experiences into" topic of your choice [4]

This is for a topic of my choice essay. I would love criticism. I also want opinions on the flow of the essay. I'm still working on the ending but any help would be great. Thanks!

How does the world manage to turn all of our experiences into metaphoric guides of how to live life? Somehow, in some miraculous way it does. And for all those who seek happiness and success, the instruction manual is simply a memory away.

For me, the lessons learned of perseverance and dedication came in the form of tubby palomino pony named Dapples. For most riders Dapples plodded around like the old school pony she was; she was bombproof and perfect. When I got on her however, the monster within was unleashed. As I look back, I realize that she must have somehow known that I was, and am still not the type of person to just accept an idea. I have to challenge it, live it, and learn the lesson for myself. She was bound and determined to make me understand that life would do the opposite of hand me the things I wanted on a silver platter. I would have to go through pain and struggle to reach my dreams.

She was sly and deceptive with her misbehavior, a mastermind at catching me off guard. For weeks she made a routine out of taking off in the middle of a lesson, galloping through a gap in the worn down ring fence, to a dusty shed where she would lazily stand admiring her clever way of getting out of work, pretending, admirably well, that I did not exist. No matter how hard I kicked, smacked, or pleaded, she would not budge until I pulled my feet out of the iron stirrups, swung my leg over and off, and tugged my disgruntled pony back to the ring to resume our lesson. This was one of the few tricks she had up her sleeve. From mysterious and sudden, itches that had to be taken care of precisely at inopportune moments, to ravenous, uncontrollable desires for a particular patch of grass that would send me tumbling over her head, to opting out of jumping any given obstacle on any given day- she managed to keep me on my toes.

It wasn't until our time together came to an end that I realized the true depth of what she had taught me. Her teachings went far beyond the typical "if you fall, get right back on" axiom that most riders inevitably lean at one point or another. Yes- my overstuffed, dappled, dimpled pony had taught me to ride, but in doing so she also taught me how to live life- how to overcome challenges, how to work in a partnership, how to be clear and decisive with my instructions, how to be understanding and forgiving, how to know when to be serious, how to know when to lighten up and have fun, how to know when to leave well enough alone, how to outsmart a mastermind.

I haven't learned all the lessons that life has to offer, nor do I always live by the ones that I do know. What I know for sure though is that if we open our eyes and look around, the answers to any situation are all around us. All it takes is a tablespoon of observation and a pinch of application.
aelee523   
Dec 11, 2010
Undergraduate / How Cross Country changed my life (150 words)- activity statement [3]

"As I began my run through the early morning frost, I realized that it was my favorite run of the week." change that it was my, to i realized that this was my favorite run of the week.

"imagined waking up early on a Saturday, let alone running" say: let alone to run. It makes this more concise.

hope this helps
good luck :)
aelee523   
Dec 11, 2010
Undergraduate / "Cross Country was never my sport" common app extracurricular Elon University Essay [6]

If you had $5,000 to start a business or non-profit organization, what would you do? Why? Who would benefit?

I have ridden horses since age seven and am still riding at the barn where i first began. My parents were never able to justify buying me the expensive show horses that i craved to become a competitive, upper lever rider so i jumped around from horse to horse, riding whatever animal was available for a certain amount of time, then moving on. Although I never got the showing experience that i so desired, the constant change made me into the rider that i need to be to fulfill my true, impossible dream- retraining off the track thoroughbreds. My opportunity came to me in the form of a free, four year old grey gelding with remnants of a cracked knee. Jet went from ...

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