I'm applying to UCSD, UCSB, and UCI this fall as a transfer student. Here's my essay answering this prompt. Please, any feedback is appreciated!
Tell us about a personal quality, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
At a young age, basketball became an integral part of my life. I was eight years old and in the second grade when my family moved from the Philippines to California. As a new student who spoke little English, I had difficulty making friends, but putting a ball through a hoop is universal. Quickly, play during recess disintegrated the language barrier between me and fellow classmates. Thus, my love for the game began.
Years passed, and my dedication for the sport exponentially grew. I experienced great success at every level of play, and by the time I was a freshman in high school, I was promoted to the varsity team. Although I was the team's youngest player, I contributed to its success. However, one day in practice, as I tried blocking a shot, I suffered a left knee twist that left me writhing in pain. After seeing an orthopedic surgeon, I learned that I ruptured my anterior cruciate ligament. I had two simple options. If I ever wanted to play basketball again, I needed to undergo knee surgery. Otherwise, I was facing a career-ending injury.
For the first time, I was sidelined due to a serious injury that required surgery and rigorous rehabilitation. In the four months that followed after surgery, not only was I physically unable to play, but I was stripped of my comfort zone. Left behind was a gaping hole of emptiness that could only be filled with the satisfaction of playing basketball once again.
After countless physical therapy sessions, hours spent on the bike, and hundreds of used ice bags, I successfully recovered and completed my sophomore season. As my junior year approached, I gained some interest from college programs. However, in the 11th game of the season, with the head coach from Columbia University watching from the stands, I awkwardly planted my right knee, and once again heard the familiar pop that ended my season just a year ago; the result was another torn ACL. Despite warnings of developing arthritis in later years, I chose to undergo a second knee surgery. Simply put, I was not ready to end my basketball career.
Three years later, time has allowed me to see the bigger picture that I could not see before: life can step in at any time and alter our plans. As many athletes do, I imagined earning a full ride scholarship right out of high school and continuing to play at the college level. Despite my knee injuries, I never believed that my goal was unattainable; instead, I needed to find a different route to get there. So even though I was accepted to universities out of high school, I chose to play for one of the top junior college programs in Northern California.
Playing basketball has allowed me to establish life-long friendships and it is the source of my relentless, driven attitude. More importantly, it made me understand that having passion and satisfaction is essential in achieving true happiness. Regardless of the physical and emotional pain I have endured because of it, basketball brings me complete joy. And although they blemish my skin, I can not help but feel proud of my knee scars. What were once painful memories now serve as reminders of the obstacle I faced and of my own personal growth.
Tell us about a personal quality, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
At a young age, basketball became an integral part of my life. I was eight years old and in the second grade when my family moved from the Philippines to California. As a new student who spoke little English, I had difficulty making friends, but putting a ball through a hoop is universal. Quickly, play during recess disintegrated the language barrier between me and fellow classmates. Thus, my love for the game began.
Years passed, and my dedication for the sport exponentially grew. I experienced great success at every level of play, and by the time I was a freshman in high school, I was promoted to the varsity team. Although I was the team's youngest player, I contributed to its success. However, one day in practice, as I tried blocking a shot, I suffered a left knee twist that left me writhing in pain. After seeing an orthopedic surgeon, I learned that I ruptured my anterior cruciate ligament. I had two simple options. If I ever wanted to play basketball again, I needed to undergo knee surgery. Otherwise, I was facing a career-ending injury.
For the first time, I was sidelined due to a serious injury that required surgery and rigorous rehabilitation. In the four months that followed after surgery, not only was I physically unable to play, but I was stripped of my comfort zone. Left behind was a gaping hole of emptiness that could only be filled with the satisfaction of playing basketball once again.
After countless physical therapy sessions, hours spent on the bike, and hundreds of used ice bags, I successfully recovered and completed my sophomore season. As my junior year approached, I gained some interest from college programs. However, in the 11th game of the season, with the head coach from Columbia University watching from the stands, I awkwardly planted my right knee, and once again heard the familiar pop that ended my season just a year ago; the result was another torn ACL. Despite warnings of developing arthritis in later years, I chose to undergo a second knee surgery. Simply put, I was not ready to end my basketball career.
Three years later, time has allowed me to see the bigger picture that I could not see before: life can step in at any time and alter our plans. As many athletes do, I imagined earning a full ride scholarship right out of high school and continuing to play at the college level. Despite my knee injuries, I never believed that my goal was unattainable; instead, I needed to find a different route to get there. So even though I was accepted to universities out of high school, I chose to play for one of the top junior college programs in Northern California.
Playing basketball has allowed me to establish life-long friendships and it is the source of my relentless, driven attitude. More importantly, it made me understand that having passion and satisfaction is essential in achieving true happiness. Regardless of the physical and emotional pain I have endured because of it, basketball brings me complete joy. And although they blemish my skin, I can not help but feel proud of my knee scars. What were once painful memories now serve as reminders of the obstacle I faced and of my own personal growth.
