cofls12
Dec 29, 2012
Undergraduate / Chame-Lion; Common App Personal Statement [4]
Tweaked Version:
Chame-Lion
The thing about chameleons is that they aren't leaders.
They just aren't. No one sees a calm-as-can-be, color-shifting, bulgy-eyed lizard as being the chief of the jungle. I mean, just look, it's called Lion King, not Chameleon King. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that these peculiar reptiles don't exactly fit the "king-of-the-jungle" job description. Powdering on tree-bark brown and leaf-green shadows, chameleons disguise their individual talents that could potentially instill confidence in others. The problem at hand, though, is that I, sincerely, am a chameleon.
I was never too much of a fan of standing out; I much preferred blending into my surroundings. For instance, in my second grade Charlotte's Web play, I volunteered to be a tiny rock instead of Wilbur the piglet or Charlotte the spider. This should say a lot. But at the same time, I knew remaining eternally invisible was not going to be an option. I couldn't stay a rock forever; sooner or later, I would have to step out of my comfort camouflage.
As a result, I decided to commit a chameleon taboo. I wanted to change shades for once into someone who could stand out, someone who people could look up to. Instead of weaving deeper into my surroundings, I decided to slowly unveil shades I had never before displayed. Sophomore year of high school, I ran to become an officer for one of the largest clubs at my school: Habitat for Humanity.
I knew this risk was going to be a quite the leap for me. Not only was I choosing to dive into danger by exposing myself, but I was also evolving into a foreign color I had never attempted before.
When I ventured up to give my pre-election speech-- anxious, feet-shifting, and sweaty-palmed-- I felt all eyes on me. I had really done it this time. There was no turning back, no being able to subtly seep into the background anymore. Therefore, I gave my speech.
I revealed the uncloaked chameleon me.
I am glad to disclose that I have been co-president of the club for two years. Thanks to this new position and responsibility I have on my shoulders, my color closet has expanded to more courageous and confident shades ready to take action. Not only have I acquired new hues, but I have also ultimately shifted into a brave and valiant chame-lion.
Now, about that new acting role for Simba...
Should I take the last phrase out?? I feel like it's a little awkward.
Tweaked Version:
Chame-Lion
The thing about chameleons is that they aren't leaders.
They just aren't. No one sees a calm-as-can-be, color-shifting, bulgy-eyed lizard as being the chief of the jungle. I mean, just look, it's called Lion King, not Chameleon King. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that these peculiar reptiles don't exactly fit the "king-of-the-jungle" job description. Powdering on tree-bark brown and leaf-green shadows, chameleons disguise their individual talents that could potentially instill confidence in others. The problem at hand, though, is that I, sincerely, am a chameleon.
I was never too much of a fan of standing out; I much preferred blending into my surroundings. For instance, in my second grade Charlotte's Web play, I volunteered to be a tiny rock instead of Wilbur the piglet or Charlotte the spider. This should say a lot. But at the same time, I knew remaining eternally invisible was not going to be an option. I couldn't stay a rock forever; sooner or later, I would have to step out of my comfort camouflage.
As a result, I decided to commit a chameleon taboo. I wanted to change shades for once into someone who could stand out, someone who people could look up to. Instead of weaving deeper into my surroundings, I decided to slowly unveil shades I had never before displayed. Sophomore year of high school, I ran to become an officer for one of the largest clubs at my school: Habitat for Humanity.
I knew this risk was going to be a quite the leap for me. Not only was I choosing to dive into danger by exposing myself, but I was also evolving into a foreign color I had never attempted before.
When I ventured up to give my pre-election speech-- anxious, feet-shifting, and sweaty-palmed-- I felt all eyes on me. I had really done it this time. There was no turning back, no being able to subtly seep into the background anymore. Therefore, I gave my speech.
I revealed the uncloaked chameleon me.
I am glad to disclose that I have been co-president of the club for two years. Thanks to this new position and responsibility I have on my shoulders, my color closet has expanded to more courageous and confident shades ready to take action. Not only have I acquired new hues, but I have also ultimately shifted into a brave and valiant chame-lion.
Now, about that new acting role for Simba...
Should I take the last phrase out?? I feel like it's a little awkward.