Hi everyone. I am writing the essay for Common Application, the fifth prompt:
Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, which marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.
Please read for its content, cohesion and the flow. I will proofread for grammar mistakes, so you don't need to concern about it.
Thank you. I will appreciate your help
"Are you traveling alone?", said the woman with utter surprise and curiosity. "Y...e...", I could not finish when, suddenly, everything immersed in darkness, and rain splattered. Such a bizarre feeling was that: I was pushed ahead, then fiercely accelerated in the total darkness, and an unexpected thud... much like years ago, the day my father and I were on that roller coaster. But now, beside me sat a strange woman whom I had just got to know, together leaving the small city for something big. "Flight VN-024 has successfully taken off". The rain stopped. - "Yes, I am"
It was the first time I traveled by airplane, the first time I traveled out of my hometown, and the first time I traveled 500 miles away from home: I took the SAT. Looking through windows, still I could see nothing but the grumbling engine. Vagueness rushed into the cabin: how were I supposed to do upon landing? Could I navigate in a complete-alien airport I have never visited? Should I wait for a cab to approach or should I go find one? What if I were kidnapped by the taxi driver?... All those thoughts hung in suspense.
Never have I been baffled by such uncertainty. One year ago, I was still a teenager sitting at the back enjoying my trip to the campsite. I had no such idea as what to bring for lunch, whether to bring an extra sleeping bag, or even how to deal with a surprise bear. Perhaps cry and pray god? My parents had covered them all. At best, the most I could do was sitting in position and causing no problem. It was a lighthearted mission.
Back to reality, time had passed. There came my flight. Fortunately, everything went smoothly as opposed to previous uncertainty. Despite almost being dominated by anxiety, throbbing heart, and trembling voice, I managed to ask as many people as possible. The fact that I am voluble unexpectedly helped me. It was not until I were exposed to such situation that I learned how to ask for help without feeling embarrassed.
Having found a hostel after a long journey, my exhausted body insisted on falling into a lifetime slumber, but his master was piled up with too many perplexing thoughts. He had bumped into so much new majestic things that day to notice his slave's desperate beg. And no, "You must get up early for the examination", I reminded myself, sounded like that feminine high-pitch voice at home.
The next morning, instead of reluctantly getting up by mom's calling as usual, I unconsciously hit the alarm clock till its plangent sound vanished into thin air. I certainly knew what to do: instead of savoring the omelet prepared by mom, I had to cook, all by myself, before 7 o'clock. "How can mom even get up that early to prepare breakfast for the whole family, every single day?", I wondered not in astonishment but in shame.
Logically speaking, with fully-developed dexterity and intellectual capability, I was beyond able to cook for myself long ago, so why did not I do it then, let alone other household chores? Why was I such a dependent and futile guy? Only by being in this situation did I realize what I had taken for granted. Unless I comprehend and change, I will never grow out of myself and forever be a big child.
500 miles was not a long distance, but no one would drive and wish me the best. Only I and myself: "You are going to make it" - "I will". With a confident smile, I betook myself to the test room, having realized that I had to become more mature from then on.
After exploring HCM City and myself, I took the flight home. Turns after turns, the airplane made its landing. However, there is an airplane spreading its wings, ready for its next flight: where would it go now?
Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, which marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.
Please read for its content, cohesion and the flow. I will proofread for grammar mistakes, so you don't need to concern about it.
Thank you. I will appreciate your help
My first time
"Are you traveling alone?", said the woman with utter surprise and curiosity. "Y...e...", I could not finish when, suddenly, everything immersed in darkness, and rain splattered. Such a bizarre feeling was that: I was pushed ahead, then fiercely accelerated in the total darkness, and an unexpected thud... much like years ago, the day my father and I were on that roller coaster. But now, beside me sat a strange woman whom I had just got to know, together leaving the small city for something big. "Flight VN-024 has successfully taken off". The rain stopped. - "Yes, I am"
It was the first time I traveled by airplane, the first time I traveled out of my hometown, and the first time I traveled 500 miles away from home: I took the SAT. Looking through windows, still I could see nothing but the grumbling engine. Vagueness rushed into the cabin: how were I supposed to do upon landing? Could I navigate in a complete-alien airport I have never visited? Should I wait for a cab to approach or should I go find one? What if I were kidnapped by the taxi driver?... All those thoughts hung in suspense.
Never have I been baffled by such uncertainty. One year ago, I was still a teenager sitting at the back enjoying my trip to the campsite. I had no such idea as what to bring for lunch, whether to bring an extra sleeping bag, or even how to deal with a surprise bear. Perhaps cry and pray god? My parents had covered them all. At best, the most I could do was sitting in position and causing no problem. It was a lighthearted mission.
Back to reality, time had passed. There came my flight. Fortunately, everything went smoothly as opposed to previous uncertainty. Despite almost being dominated by anxiety, throbbing heart, and trembling voice, I managed to ask as many people as possible. The fact that I am voluble unexpectedly helped me. It was not until I were exposed to such situation that I learned how to ask for help without feeling embarrassed.
Having found a hostel after a long journey, my exhausted body insisted on falling into a lifetime slumber, but his master was piled up with too many perplexing thoughts. He had bumped into so much new majestic things that day to notice his slave's desperate beg. And no, "You must get up early for the examination", I reminded myself, sounded like that feminine high-pitch voice at home.
The next morning, instead of reluctantly getting up by mom's calling as usual, I unconsciously hit the alarm clock till its plangent sound vanished into thin air. I certainly knew what to do: instead of savoring the omelet prepared by mom, I had to cook, all by myself, before 7 o'clock. "How can mom even get up that early to prepare breakfast for the whole family, every single day?", I wondered not in astonishment but in shame.
Logically speaking, with fully-developed dexterity and intellectual capability, I was beyond able to cook for myself long ago, so why did not I do it then, let alone other household chores? Why was I such a dependent and futile guy? Only by being in this situation did I realize what I had taken for granted. Unless I comprehend and change, I will never grow out of myself and forever be a big child.
500 miles was not a long distance, but no one would drive and wish me the best. Only I and myself: "You are going to make it" - "I will". With a confident smile, I betook myself to the test room, having realized that I had to become more mature from then on.
After exploring HCM City and myself, I took the flight home. Turns after turns, the airplane made its landing. However, there is an airplane spreading its wings, ready for its next flight: where would it go now?
