nickymicky
Oct 14, 2008
Undergraduate / 'giving up my time to help my uncle' - personal statement [NEW]
TELL US A PERSONAL QUALITY,TALENT,ACCOMPLISHMENT, CONTRIBUTION OR EXPERIENCE THAT IS IMPORTANT TO YOU. WHAT ABOUT THSI QUALITY OR ACCOMPLISHMENT MAKES YOU PROUD AND HOW DOES IT RELATE TO THE PERSON YOU ARE?
Personal Statement
When we find a strand of hair lost from our head, we make a big fuss out of it, but when its on our head with other hairs, we act as it is not there. Recently I lost my uncle during the summer. Because of my actions, I missed my chance of saying good bye to my uncle and a chance to appreciate him. I was too slothful and selfish, that I refused to help my uncle in his last summer as a human being. I realize that the choices I made were erroneous.
It was a hot and tiresome summer, and it was my time of the year to reward myself by relaxing and learning how to play the guitar to make up the times that I sacrificed from all my community services during the school year. Out of no where, a random phone call "Ringgggg ringggg," about ten seconds later I picked up the phone, "Hello?" I asked. My uncle on the other side says "Hi Nick! Would you like to come visit me and help me around the house?" Right when I heard that, I said "No sorry uncle, I can't". Then I heard my uncle in a sad tone asking to speak to my mom, so I handed my mom the phone. They talked for about ten minutes. After that my mom forced me to go visit my uncle. So I decided to visit my uncle the next day. I had to cancel all my plans, and I knew it was going to be tedious visiting my uncle. I felt really angry, and melancholy that I couldn't sleep in for the next couple days.
Next day I came to my uncle's house. His house was very hectic. Debris was all over the floor, and the house had a tick fog of chalky powder lingering around the living room. I knew that there was a bountiful of work to do. His house was far from finish. As I entered the house, I thought I was in hell. I was suffocating by the thick fog that the house created. It was hot and it gave me an uneasy feeling. All of this unpleasantness drew my curiosity to ask my uncle what happened to his house, and he responded "I'm fixing my house, making it newer." I thought that his house would never finish without helpers. First we started from the bath room, the room reeks so badly that I had to wear a mask. It took me about five minutes for my back to soak in sweat. It was hard work, and I knew that I could not work under this unpleasant environment. After about an hour I decided to leave. Before I left, I made a lie to my uncle that I have to go help my mom. Leaving the house of chaos made me feel alleviated. Quickly I ran to my car and drove to my friend's house. I didn't have any guilt leaving my uncle, I was actually relieved and delighted that I left his house.
The second day, I woke up and realized that I had to go help me uncle that day. So I lied to my mom that there was this agonizing pain on my back, and I couldn't help anymore. My mom felt really bad so she called my uncle to tell him that it was not possible for me to lend a hand anymore. About a week passed by my uncle never called back for anymore assistance, and I assumed that the house was finish. About to weeks later my aunt called my mom to break the bad news that my uncle has passed away. When my mom told me, guilt crawled up my tummy like spiders. The next day I came back to my uncle's unfinished house and clean up what was left. While cleaning up, I found an old brown envelope covered in dust lying on the floor in the attic. I opened up the envelope and saw a photograph of my uncle with couple of his friend from Boeing. I was surprised to find out that my uncle was an aerospace engineer. Some how this made me feel bitter. Feeling that I lost the chance of getting to know my uncle, I sacrifice my time to research about aerospace engineering. Somehow aerospace engineering caught my attention about what I should do in the future of my life.
As of now I regret not giving up my time to help my uncle. By researching aerospace engineer, it made me feel like I am there for my uncle. All of this made me like I want to be an aerospace engineer when I grow up. As I enrich myself, it makes me feel proud inside that I am acknowledging a part of my uncle that I never let myself get to know. I know that if my uncle was still here he would also be proud of me. This experience taught me that because of my stubbornness and unwillingness to link myself to the past, I was already at a disadvantage. I missing out on so much, giving up on an enriching experiencing, and in the end, I'm left with a lifetime of regrets as well as a lesson that could not be taught.
thank you a lot in advance
TELL US A PERSONAL QUALITY,TALENT,ACCOMPLISHMENT, CONTRIBUTION OR EXPERIENCE THAT IS IMPORTANT TO YOU. WHAT ABOUT THSI QUALITY OR ACCOMPLISHMENT MAKES YOU PROUD AND HOW DOES IT RELATE TO THE PERSON YOU ARE?
Personal Statement
When we find a strand of hair lost from our head, we make a big fuss out of it, but when its on our head with other hairs, we act as it is not there. Recently I lost my uncle during the summer. Because of my actions, I missed my chance of saying good bye to my uncle and a chance to appreciate him. I was too slothful and selfish, that I refused to help my uncle in his last summer as a human being. I realize that the choices I made were erroneous.
It was a hot and tiresome summer, and it was my time of the year to reward myself by relaxing and learning how to play the guitar to make up the times that I sacrificed from all my community services during the school year. Out of no where, a random phone call "Ringgggg ringggg," about ten seconds later I picked up the phone, "Hello?" I asked. My uncle on the other side says "Hi Nick! Would you like to come visit me and help me around the house?" Right when I heard that, I said "No sorry uncle, I can't". Then I heard my uncle in a sad tone asking to speak to my mom, so I handed my mom the phone. They talked for about ten minutes. After that my mom forced me to go visit my uncle. So I decided to visit my uncle the next day. I had to cancel all my plans, and I knew it was going to be tedious visiting my uncle. I felt really angry, and melancholy that I couldn't sleep in for the next couple days.
Next day I came to my uncle's house. His house was very hectic. Debris was all over the floor, and the house had a tick fog of chalky powder lingering around the living room. I knew that there was a bountiful of work to do. His house was far from finish. As I entered the house, I thought I was in hell. I was suffocating by the thick fog that the house created. It was hot and it gave me an uneasy feeling. All of this unpleasantness drew my curiosity to ask my uncle what happened to his house, and he responded "I'm fixing my house, making it newer." I thought that his house would never finish without helpers. First we started from the bath room, the room reeks so badly that I had to wear a mask. It took me about five minutes for my back to soak in sweat. It was hard work, and I knew that I could not work under this unpleasant environment. After about an hour I decided to leave. Before I left, I made a lie to my uncle that I have to go help my mom. Leaving the house of chaos made me feel alleviated. Quickly I ran to my car and drove to my friend's house. I didn't have any guilt leaving my uncle, I was actually relieved and delighted that I left his house.
The second day, I woke up and realized that I had to go help me uncle that day. So I lied to my mom that there was this agonizing pain on my back, and I couldn't help anymore. My mom felt really bad so she called my uncle to tell him that it was not possible for me to lend a hand anymore. About a week passed by my uncle never called back for anymore assistance, and I assumed that the house was finish. About to weeks later my aunt called my mom to break the bad news that my uncle has passed away. When my mom told me, guilt crawled up my tummy like spiders. The next day I came back to my uncle's unfinished house and clean up what was left. While cleaning up, I found an old brown envelope covered in dust lying on the floor in the attic. I opened up the envelope and saw a photograph of my uncle with couple of his friend from Boeing. I was surprised to find out that my uncle was an aerospace engineer. Some how this made me feel bitter. Feeling that I lost the chance of getting to know my uncle, I sacrifice my time to research about aerospace engineering. Somehow aerospace engineering caught my attention about what I should do in the future of my life.
As of now I regret not giving up my time to help my uncle. By researching aerospace engineer, it made me feel like I am there for my uncle. All of this made me like I want to be an aerospace engineer when I grow up. As I enrich myself, it makes me feel proud inside that I am acknowledging a part of my uncle that I never let myself get to know. I know that if my uncle was still here he would also be proud of me. This experience taught me that because of my stubbornness and unwillingness to link myself to the past, I was already at a disadvantage. I missing out on so much, giving up on an enriching experiencing, and in the end, I'm left with a lifetime of regrets as well as a lesson that could not be taught.
thank you a lot in advance