Hi,
The following is the prompt for the Common App essay that I am working on.
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
I have some general questions:
1. Should I continue to work on this topic? Cos death is qutie a sensitive topic...
2. What does this essay tell you about me?
Any other comments or feedback? Thanks in advance!
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I am a sinner. At only the age of nine, I took away the life of another.
It was an ordinary day, when my life would be changed forever. Simply out of my curiosity, I chose to take a detour that day while walking home from school. Even though I no longer remember the reason, I decided to walk on the grass along the curb rather than on the pathway itself. That was a mistake.
As I skipped along the path jovially, I suddenly felt something beneath my foot. Shocked, I lifted my leg and turned to catch a glimpse of what it was. To my horror, it was a pigeon. It curled up as it made a few agonizing sounds - a scene that would be entrenched deep in my mind. At that moment, a middle-aged Indian man who was right behind me witnessed the event. He pointed his fingers at me accusingly, stared into my eyes intently and murmured, "You're in trouble...You killed the bird..." I was traumatised; I was accused of murder. The man's words only intensified my guilt.
His words still rang in my head occasionally. Even though it was not instantaneous, I knew I had shortened the lifespan of that pigeon greatly. The pigeon's death left a greater impact on me than I imagined. Prior to the event, I could feel indifferent about killing insects. An insect's life meant little to me then. However, the pigeon's death demonstrated to me how precious each and every life is. Its death made me ponder over the sanctity of life. Who am I to assign values to lives? Every living thing has its rights to live; I never killed even an ant again.
That was not all. Since that day, I avoided grass fields as much as possible. I even subconsciously developed a habit of walking with my eyes fixed on the ground to keep an eye on where my feet were landing - this had saved the lives of a few snails and many insects. I was oblivious of this habit until someone told me three years ago, "Why are you always walking with your head looking downwards? It makes you look dejected all the time." I was stunned. I found out later that I had been afraid of repeating history - I did not have the courage to face my mistake. I did not want to claim responsibility over the pigeon's death and I wished that that day could be erased from my memory. This I soon realised was meaningless and immature because it could change nothing. After all, what is the purpose of crying over split milk when nothing is being done to remedy it?
Nine years ago, I killed a bird. Its death made me realise the hard way that I do not want to become a 'destroyer' in future - I want to become a 'creator'. Currently, I'm but an ordinary student. That is why I want to attend college - so that I can create more pathways for myself to create even more things. I strive to become a physicist who can create ideas, theories or materials that can one day become a positive force in the society.
Today, I am still a sinner. But for the rest of my life, I will redeem myself.
(548 words)
The following is the prompt for the Common App essay that I am working on.
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
I have some general questions:
1. Should I continue to work on this topic? Cos death is qutie a sensitive topic...
2. What does this essay tell you about me?
Any other comments or feedback? Thanks in advance!
______________________________________________________________________ ____________
I am a sinner. At only the age of nine, I took away the life of another.
It was an ordinary day, when my life would be changed forever. Simply out of my curiosity, I chose to take a detour that day while walking home from school. Even though I no longer remember the reason, I decided to walk on the grass along the curb rather than on the pathway itself. That was a mistake.
As I skipped along the path jovially, I suddenly felt something beneath my foot. Shocked, I lifted my leg and turned to catch a glimpse of what it was. To my horror, it was a pigeon. It curled up as it made a few agonizing sounds - a scene that would be entrenched deep in my mind. At that moment, a middle-aged Indian man who was right behind me witnessed the event. He pointed his fingers at me accusingly, stared into my eyes intently and murmured, "You're in trouble...You killed the bird..." I was traumatised; I was accused of murder. The man's words only intensified my guilt.
His words still rang in my head occasionally. Even though it was not instantaneous, I knew I had shortened the lifespan of that pigeon greatly. The pigeon's death left a greater impact on me than I imagined. Prior to the event, I could feel indifferent about killing insects. An insect's life meant little to me then. However, the pigeon's death demonstrated to me how precious each and every life is. Its death made me ponder over the sanctity of life. Who am I to assign values to lives? Every living thing has its rights to live; I never killed even an ant again.
That was not all. Since that day, I avoided grass fields as much as possible. I even subconsciously developed a habit of walking with my eyes fixed on the ground to keep an eye on where my feet were landing - this had saved the lives of a few snails and many insects. I was oblivious of this habit until someone told me three years ago, "Why are you always walking with your head looking downwards? It makes you look dejected all the time." I was stunned. I found out later that I had been afraid of repeating history - I did not have the courage to face my mistake. I did not want to claim responsibility over the pigeon's death and I wished that that day could be erased from my memory. This I soon realised was meaningless and immature because it could change nothing. After all, what is the purpose of crying over split milk when nothing is being done to remedy it?
Nine years ago, I killed a bird. Its death made me realise the hard way that I do not want to become a 'destroyer' in future - I want to become a 'creator'. Currently, I'm but an ordinary student. That is why I want to attend college - so that I can create more pathways for myself to create even more things. I strive to become a physicist who can create ideas, theories or materials that can one day become a positive force in the society.
Today, I am still a sinner. But for the rest of my life, I will redeem myself.
(548 words)