Hello everyone! So,I was planning on writing an essay describing what I love about cancer research, and instead I wrote...well, this. I'm not exactly sure where to go on this one, I'm stuck. I still want to insert why I'm interested in cancer research, but I'm having trouble where to insert it and how to conclude. I was also thinking of instead talking about how I wasn't as interested in research prior to this experience, but I'm not sure where to put that either. Anyway, if any of you could read this and tell me what you think of it so far, if you find it interesting or anything, please let me know! It would be much appreciated! Thanks! :)
In this required second essay, tell us something that you would like us to know about you that we might not get from the rest of your application - or something that you would like a chance to say more about.
I sat in a waiting room, quietly observing my surroundings. A girl about my age sat across from me; a bandana on her head and a mask covering the lower half of her face. I wondered if I too would be wearing such things, but quickly shook off the question, not wanting to address it. I turned my gaze to a boy sitting on the floor; a truck in one hand and a large lego piece in the other. He was smiling, seeming blissfully unaware of where he was. A baby sat on his mother's lap; an IV cord running from beneath his clothing to a drip stand nearby. I was terrified, but satisfied in knowing I was not alone.
Suddenly, a nurse came out with a clipboard in hand, cheerfully calling out a name on her list. The boy, who was smiling not too long ago, was now in tears. I watched as he ran to his mother for comfort.
"Mommy, I don't wanna go! I don't wanna get hurt again!" he sobbed.
His mother spoke to him, soothingly patting him on the back. But it was no good, her son was still miserable.
It was then that I realized I didn't want any of them to be here; not the girl, the boy, or the baby. None of them should have to go through such pain and misery. None of them should experience such incredible fear. None of them deserved cancer; no one did. I realized then that I would much rather sit in the waiting room by myself; I could not stand to see them suffer.
My interest in cancer research was not the result of just my experience with cancer, but the experience of others as well. After watching similar episodes in the waiting room and observing the sad expressions of many young cancer patients, I knew I wanted to help.
In this required second essay, tell us something that you would like us to know about you that we might not get from the rest of your application - or something that you would like a chance to say more about.
I sat in a waiting room, quietly observing my surroundings. A girl about my age sat across from me; a bandana on her head and a mask covering the lower half of her face. I wondered if I too would be wearing such things, but quickly shook off the question, not wanting to address it. I turned my gaze to a boy sitting on the floor; a truck in one hand and a large lego piece in the other. He was smiling, seeming blissfully unaware of where he was. A baby sat on his mother's lap; an IV cord running from beneath his clothing to a drip stand nearby. I was terrified, but satisfied in knowing I was not alone.
Suddenly, a nurse came out with a clipboard in hand, cheerfully calling out a name on her list. The boy, who was smiling not too long ago, was now in tears. I watched as he ran to his mother for comfort.
"Mommy, I don't wanna go! I don't wanna get hurt again!" he sobbed.
His mother spoke to him, soothingly patting him on the back. But it was no good, her son was still miserable.
It was then that I realized I didn't want any of them to be here; not the girl, the boy, or the baby. None of them should have to go through such pain and misery. None of them should experience such incredible fear. None of them deserved cancer; no one did. I realized then that I would much rather sit in the waiting room by myself; I could not stand to see them suffer.
My interest in cancer research was not the result of just my experience with cancer, but the experience of others as well. After watching similar episodes in the waiting room and observing the sad expressions of many young cancer patients, I knew I wanted to help.