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Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
I have been told from a young age to try my hardest in whatever I do. Whether it was sports or academics, I continuously pushed myself to be the best. Between rigorous volleyball practices, studying for my honors and advanced placement classes, and mentoring elementary kids in the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, I barely have time to breathe. However, despite all this, there is one place I can go to anytime, no matter how exhausted or stressed I am. The place I feel the most content is, not in the classroom, or at the gym, or even in my bedroom, but in my backyard, under the shade of a giant oak tree with a blanket and a good book. When I read, I can go anywhere, be anyone and do anything. I can forget my troubles and engross myself in literature. Instead of worrying about the struggles in my day, I can get lost in the works of Emily Bronte, Jane Austen, or even Lois Lowry. I can go on an adventure with Frodo Bagins in Lord of the Rings; I can study alongside Hermione Granger in Harry Potter; I can discover who the killer is in And Then There Were None, but no matter what I read, I can be someone different, do something new, and that is what is exciting to me. Every page is a new adventure; every chapter, a new story. Sitting under the oak tree, reading, I can be free to be whoever I want, where no one can judge me, and that is where I feel perfectly content.
Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
I have been told from a young age to try my hardest in whatever I do. Whether it was sports or academics, I continuously pushed myself to be the best. Between rigorous volleyball practices, studying for my honors and advanced placement classes, and mentoring elementary kids in the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, I barely have time to breathe. However, despite all this, there is one place I can go to anytime, no matter how exhausted or stressed I am. The place I feel the most content is, not in the classroom, or at the gym, or even in my bedroom, but in my backyard, under the shade of a giant oak tree with a blanket and a good book. When I read, I can go anywhere, be anyone and do anything. I can forget my troubles and engross myself in literature. Instead of worrying about the struggles in my day, I can get lost in the works of Emily Bronte, Jane Austen, or even Lois Lowry. I can go on an adventure with Frodo Bagins in Lord of the Rings; I can study alongside Hermione Granger in Harry Potter; I can discover who the killer is in And Then There Were None, but no matter what I read, I can be someone different, do something new, and that is what is exciting to me. Every page is a new adventure; every chapter, a new story. Sitting under the oak tree, reading, I can be free to be whoever I want, where no one can judge me, and that is where I feel perfectly content.