hi there! can someone help me edit my common app essay? I'm sorry this is kind of hard to read! Formatting was weird. the prompt is:
Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story. [No change]
Since childhood, I have known that being Chinese and adopted set me apart from others, even in my own family. Growing up in Northern Virginia, being Asian was not a rarity, but I still was bullied. Despite my physical appearance, I am a citizen. English was my first language. Plaid shirts and jeans are my daily outfit. Although I felt American and did everything my Caucasian peers did, I knew I would never be entirely a "traditional American."
Complicating matters, I've never felt entirely Chinese either. It felt impossible to connect to the culture I was born with. Although my adoptive parents are Chinese, I've never learned to speak the language. When visiting my Chinese speaking relatives, I cannot have a conversation with them. I've felt an immense disunion between my Chinese and American heritages which has often led me to wonder which "group" I belonged if indeed I belonged to either.
I felt like a permanent foreigner in the country I have resided in for most of my life. I felt like an outsider with my family. When my whole extended family would get together, I was left silently unable to communicate with them. Whether I was with my family or in society, I felt excluded. In the school environment, I felt obligated to act more American than Chinese, and in my home environment, I felt pressured to be more Chinese than American. I was constantly fighting a battle between who I should be versus who I actually am. It got to the point where I wished that I wasn't adopted. I thought it would be easier to simply be Chinese back in China so I wouldn't have to contend with discerning who I am every day.
I was extremely ungrateful and bitter. I spent so much time wishing what I could have and how my life would be so much easier and better, rather than thinking of what I had. However, my battle slowly came to an end as the thoughts of loneliness became superficial and irrelevant. This led me to discover how blessed and privileged I actually am. I live in a country with inalienable rights, which many take for granted, rights people in other countries couldn't even dream of. I have a stable, loving home to come home to every night. Through all of this, my passion for helping those less fortunate was cultivated.
I am fortunate for everything I have been given and the least I can do is to help others. I slowly started becoming more involved with activities and service projects. I joined a variety of service clubs at school and through the service projects, I found my love for helping kids. I started volunteering to teach a preschool class at my church, at a children's' summer camp, at the public library as a tutor. Although I started to become busy with school work and sports, I made sure I always had time to volunteer. My love for volunteerism has made such a difference in my life that I now want to devote my career to helping others, as a pediatric nurse. In spite of how out of place I feel during my childhood, I know I'm extremely lucky to have been adopted by a wonderful family, living in a wonderful country with wonderful people, and because of that, I am extremely thankful.
Being adopted is a blessing. The disunion I felt growing up led to the reveal of the real me. I was able to discover my love for service. I'm still not certain where I belong, but who is? I want to have an impact and helping others will be how I find my place
background, identity essay
Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story. [No change]
Since childhood, I have known that being Chinese and adopted set me apart from others, even in my own family. Growing up in Northern Virginia, being Asian was not a rarity, but I still was bullied. Despite my physical appearance, I am a citizen. English was my first language. Plaid shirts and jeans are my daily outfit. Although I felt American and did everything my Caucasian peers did, I knew I would never be entirely a "traditional American."
Complicating matters, I've never felt entirely Chinese either. It felt impossible to connect to the culture I was born with. Although my adoptive parents are Chinese, I've never learned to speak the language. When visiting my Chinese speaking relatives, I cannot have a conversation with them. I've felt an immense disunion between my Chinese and American heritages which has often led me to wonder which "group" I belonged if indeed I belonged to either.
I felt like a permanent foreigner in the country I have resided in for most of my life. I felt like an outsider with my family. When my whole extended family would get together, I was left silently unable to communicate with them. Whether I was with my family or in society, I felt excluded. In the school environment, I felt obligated to act more American than Chinese, and in my home environment, I felt pressured to be more Chinese than American. I was constantly fighting a battle between who I should be versus who I actually am. It got to the point where I wished that I wasn't adopted. I thought it would be easier to simply be Chinese back in China so I wouldn't have to contend with discerning who I am every day.
I was extremely ungrateful and bitter. I spent so much time wishing what I could have and how my life would be so much easier and better, rather than thinking of what I had. However, my battle slowly came to an end as the thoughts of loneliness became superficial and irrelevant. This led me to discover how blessed and privileged I actually am. I live in a country with inalienable rights, which many take for granted, rights people in other countries couldn't even dream of. I have a stable, loving home to come home to every night. Through all of this, my passion for helping those less fortunate was cultivated.
I am fortunate for everything I have been given and the least I can do is to help others. I slowly started becoming more involved with activities and service projects. I joined a variety of service clubs at school and through the service projects, I found my love for helping kids. I started volunteering to teach a preschool class at my church, at a children's' summer camp, at the public library as a tutor. Although I started to become busy with school work and sports, I made sure I always had time to volunteer. My love for volunteerism has made such a difference in my life that I now want to devote my career to helping others, as a pediatric nurse. In spite of how out of place I feel during my childhood, I know I'm extremely lucky to have been adopted by a wonderful family, living in a wonderful country with wonderful people, and because of that, I am extremely thankful.
Being adopted is a blessing. The disunion I felt growing up led to the reveal of the real me. I was able to discover my love for service. I'm still not certain where I belong, but who is? I want to have an impact and helping others will be how I find my place