FullofSeoul
Dec 24, 2014
Undergraduate / My work in WIC didn't shake the world, or even cause a tremor. And yet, I am proud. Columbia essay [5]
Thank you, both of you!
Here is a slightly edited version. I added a short blurb explaining WIC, so it currently stands at 171 words.
Growing up, WIC (Women, Infant, Children), a governmental program to provide healthcare and nutrition to 'Women, Infant, and Children', was a common houseguest. My mother received it for my younger brother, and my father worked at the state office. So come freshman year, I volunteered at the local city WIC clinic.
And although my work was regular, it was also profoundly satisfying. As an intern, I was not restrained to any one department, and could interact more personally with members of the staff. Every time I returned an updated WIC folder, contents filled with food checks, or aided the dietitians with infant checkups, the raw gratitude on the faces of the WIC recipients surprised me. It amazed me that my small actions would have rippling effects on the lives of these people.
My work in WIC was nothing earthshattering, but to a few, it created waves. I had cultivated intimate relationships with those in the office and touched, however briefly, the lives of countless others. And for that, I am proud.
How's this?
Thank you, both of you!
Here is a slightly edited version. I added a short blurb explaining WIC, so it currently stands at 171 words.
Growing up, WIC (Women, Infant, Children), a governmental program to provide healthcare and nutrition to 'Women, Infant, and Children', was a common houseguest. My mother received it for my younger brother, and my father worked at the state office. So come freshman year, I volunteered at the local city WIC clinic.
And although my work was regular, it was also profoundly satisfying. As an intern, I was not restrained to any one department, and could interact more personally with members of the staff. Every time I returned an updated WIC folder, contents filled with food checks, or aided the dietitians with infant checkups, the raw gratitude on the faces of the WIC recipients surprised me. It amazed me that my small actions would have rippling effects on the lives of these people.
My work in WIC was nothing earthshattering, but to a few, it created waves. I had cultivated intimate relationships with those in the office and touched, however briefly, the lives of countless others. And for that, I am proud.
How's this?