Hi guys can anyone please give me some feedback/criticism on my college essay? The harsher the criticism the better :)
This is the essay prompt
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
All my hard works, for nothing?
I was born in Taiwan, a very competitive country. So naturally I worked very hard to be the best. I ignored what other boys considered fun, television, video games, etc. All I did was study. By fifth grade I was already studying high school syllabus. However I was very happy because every time I brought back a certificate my mother would say:
"Hao Erzi" (Good boy in Chinese) and pat me on the head, while I put on my biggest smile.
These shaped my very competitive nature.
I remained very competitive even after moving to El Salvador. This competitive nature had made me lose sight of what is important, passion, until that fateful day:
The weather was perfect for tomorrow's Junior archery competition. I had worked hard for it and I was confident I could win this competition.
I did my usual warm ups. Then I took a deep breath and drew my bow. Everything was calm. It felt as if I was in my own world, the stresses of IB were miles away.
"Crack!"
I jerked forward as this ominous sound woke me up from my world. I looked down but I could already feel what had happened, my bow had broken. I had to forfeit tomorrow's tournament.
Disappointment overwhelmed me. My eyes watered as I slowly remembered all my hard works. The waking up at six o'clock in the vacation just to have a few extra hours to practice archery, the daily two hours practice that I kept even during raining seasons, and the back exercise that I did until the late nights. Then tears started to drop as the memories of the sacrifices I made slowly resurface. The refusals to after school parties just so I could practice in the Friday afternoon and the late night study sessions I had just so I could have an few extra hours to practice. What were all these for? Were all my hard works and sacrifices for nothing?
"żHijo, trabajaste por la competencia o por arquerĂa?" (Son, did you work hard for the competition or for archery?) Out of nowhere my coach asked.
I was enlightened; I realized I didn't work hard or make all these sacrifices for the competition. I worked hard because I love archery. Slowly I remembered the joy I had when I shot my first bull-eye, the excitement I had when I received my personal bow, the fun I had when I practiced with my friends, the anxiety I had when I attended my first tournament and the astonishment I had when I first saw the exorbitant price tag of my favorite bow.
This was an epiphany; I remembered the reason why I worked hard. It was something I had forgotten for a long time, it was my passion. I realized that I did not work hard just to be the best but rather for the things I love, for my passions. Slowly the tears in my eyes dried. I was smiling.
This is the essay prompt
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
All my hard works, for nothing?
I was born in Taiwan, a very competitive country. So naturally I worked very hard to be the best. I ignored what other boys considered fun, television, video games, etc. All I did was study. By fifth grade I was already studying high school syllabus. However I was very happy because every time I brought back a certificate my mother would say:
"Hao Erzi" (Good boy in Chinese) and pat me on the head, while I put on my biggest smile.
These shaped my very competitive nature.
I remained very competitive even after moving to El Salvador. This competitive nature had made me lose sight of what is important, passion, until that fateful day:
The weather was perfect for tomorrow's Junior archery competition. I had worked hard for it and I was confident I could win this competition.
I did my usual warm ups. Then I took a deep breath and drew my bow. Everything was calm. It felt as if I was in my own world, the stresses of IB were miles away.
"Crack!"
I jerked forward as this ominous sound woke me up from my world. I looked down but I could already feel what had happened, my bow had broken. I had to forfeit tomorrow's tournament.
Disappointment overwhelmed me. My eyes watered as I slowly remembered all my hard works. The waking up at six o'clock in the vacation just to have a few extra hours to practice archery, the daily two hours practice that I kept even during raining seasons, and the back exercise that I did until the late nights. Then tears started to drop as the memories of the sacrifices I made slowly resurface. The refusals to after school parties just so I could practice in the Friday afternoon and the late night study sessions I had just so I could have an few extra hours to practice. What were all these for? Were all my hard works and sacrifices for nothing?
"żHijo, trabajaste por la competencia o por arquerĂa?" (Son, did you work hard for the competition or for archery?) Out of nowhere my coach asked.
I was enlightened; I realized I didn't work hard or make all these sacrifices for the competition. I worked hard because I love archery. Slowly I remembered the joy I had when I shot my first bull-eye, the excitement I had when I received my personal bow, the fun I had when I practiced with my friends, the anxiety I had when I attended my first tournament and the astonishment I had when I first saw the exorbitant price tag of my favorite bow.
This was an epiphany; I remembered the reason why I worked hard. It was something I had forgotten for a long time, it was my passion. I realized that I did not work hard just to be the best but rather for the things I love, for my passions. Slowly the tears in my eyes dried. I was smiling.