(Recount an incident or time when you experienced failure. How did it affect you, and what lessons did you learn?) Common app prompt 2
Princess Charming
"God! Shoot the freaking ball, what are you doing?!" my classmates were shouting at me in German, they looked anxious and outraged. To be honest, I was never a soccer lover and the only reason I joined the soccer team was because I wanted to become part of the class. The idea flashed through my mind: 'Every time... I always screw things up...This is probably why nobody likes me.' The next thing I know is the ball got taken by the other team.
Being a new student in a new country where I barely spoke the language did not seem to be that frightening to me when I encountered. I was 15 years old and excited about exploring a new country but the excitement quickly burned down the reality. For a very long time, I had no friends, cried in the bathroom, ate lunch by myself and was mocked constantly. If I am the main character of these cliche romance movie, it was the perfect for my Prince Charming to save me out. But I had no one but myself.
I tried hard to make my life better. Everyday after school, I would take a beginner's german class for three hours. I practiced German crazily with anyone I could find. I learned to hide my real emotions and pretended to be as positive and proactive as possible in front of people. So when one of the girls from the school soccer team came and asked me to be the backup player for the next game, I told her 'Yes!' without any hesitation. I thought I made it.
The timer stopped.
I didn't remember the exact score of the first half of that game, but the other team was ahead of us by a lot. The coach walked towards us, technically to me. There were other team members who did not play well, but I knew the coach was coming for me. She did not like me. As she was approaching, the light from the gymnasium became brighter and brighter and finally it hunted my eyes.
It was difficult how to describe the moment when she told me to quit playing and to take some more German class instead. My body was trembling slightly. I thought I was going to cry and beg for her to let me stay, but instead I just turned around and left quickly and quietly, without telling anybody it was my 'sweet sixteenth' birthday today, a day I thought I could finally be part of something. I went to the ice-cream store next to my school, bought myself two ice-cream balls and told myself 'Happy Birthday Jasmine.'
If I will ever have a chance to talk with myself in the past, I will really like to tell my 16-year-old self, 'Thank you. Thank you for not giving up yourself.' Surprisingly, whenever I look back to my experience in Germany now, it does not seem as terrible as it used to be. I still remember the nights I suffered from homesick and the time when I had to find a new school and a new host family by myself. But what appears most on my memory are the trips I took individually around Germany and the reflection section I had every morning.
Princess Charming
"God! Shoot the freaking ball, what are you doing?!" my classmates were shouting at me in German, they looked anxious and outraged. To be honest, I was never a soccer lover and the only reason I joined the soccer team was because I wanted to become part of the class. The idea flashed through my mind: 'Every time... I always screw things up...This is probably why nobody likes me.' The next thing I know is the ball got taken by the other team.
Being a new student in a new country where I barely spoke the language did not seem to be that frightening to me when I encountered. I was 15 years old and excited about exploring a new country but the excitement quickly burned down the reality. For a very long time, I had no friends, cried in the bathroom, ate lunch by myself and was mocked constantly. If I am the main character of these cliche romance movie, it was the perfect for my Prince Charming to save me out. But I had no one but myself.
I tried hard to make my life better. Everyday after school, I would take a beginner's german class for three hours. I practiced German crazily with anyone I could find. I learned to hide my real emotions and pretended to be as positive and proactive as possible in front of people. So when one of the girls from the school soccer team came and asked me to be the backup player for the next game, I told her 'Yes!' without any hesitation. I thought I made it.
The timer stopped.
I didn't remember the exact score of the first half of that game, but the other team was ahead of us by a lot. The coach walked towards us, technically to me. There were other team members who did not play well, but I knew the coach was coming for me. She did not like me. As she was approaching, the light from the gymnasium became brighter and brighter and finally it hunted my eyes.
It was difficult how to describe the moment when she told me to quit playing and to take some more German class instead. My body was trembling slightly. I thought I was going to cry and beg for her to let me stay, but instead I just turned around and left quickly and quietly, without telling anybody it was my 'sweet sixteenth' birthday today, a day I thought I could finally be part of something. I went to the ice-cream store next to my school, bought myself two ice-cream balls and told myself 'Happy Birthday Jasmine.'
If I will ever have a chance to talk with myself in the past, I will really like to tell my 16-year-old self, 'Thank you. Thank you for not giving up yourself.' Surprisingly, whenever I look back to my experience in Germany now, it does not seem as terrible as it used to be. I still remember the nights I suffered from homesick and the time when I had to find a new school and a new host family by myself. But what appears most on my memory are the trips I took individually around Germany and the reflection section I had every morning.