Hi guys, Im new here and rather clueless on to delive THE essay that will get me in. Do give me some feedback on this essay alright, be as critical as possible. I m gonna go with the "choose your own topic" topic on common apps but i have yet to think of a suitable one. feel free to give ur suggestions
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My uniform was covered with mud and sweat. The stabbing hunger and
incessant bugging of sandflies kept me awake despite the fatigue from
a day of trekking through the Brunei jungle. This was but one of the
many sleepless nights I had during the Jungle Confidence Course (JCC).
The course required a team of 8 soldiers to undergo a 9 day jungle
navigation exercise supplied with only 2 days of food and water. I had
to go through it as it was a rite of passage for the infantry officer
cadets of the Singapore Army.
My memory of JCC is still fresh, particularly the events that
transpired on day 8. Day 8 was no different from the other days. It
was miserable. My team gathered after a day of building individual
shelters to plan our trek back to base on the next day. The lack of
sustenance and accumulated fatigue were affecting all of us. My
teammate, Ted, was in a particularly bad shape. A small guy to begin
with, he was now reduced to skin and bones. None of us could afford to
eat then as we had to preserve what was left for the long trek back to
base. However it was clear that he was going to faint if he did not
consume any ration. Ted was not just a good friend, he was a fellow
cadet who stood by my side as we endured the harsh and painful
trainings together. I felt a strong urge to give him my food. This was
a moment of great self struggle as my instinct of self preservation
tried its best to rein in this urge to help my friend. Caught in this
dilemma, my thoughts wandered back to the time I first set foot in
Singapore. As an quiet 10 year old immigrant from China, I found it
hard to adapt to this foreign English speaking land. My first year in
Singapore was miserable because I had no friends. Although things
ultimately turned out fine for me, I never forgot how important
friends were. In retrospect, those early experiences made all the
difference on day 8. My friend was suffering in this foreign land. I
had to help him. Secretly though, I felt a tinge of regret when I gave
him my ration, knowing that I will suffer on the trek back.
Eventually, all of us made it out of the jungle alive. Just a while
back, I found out through a casual conversation that my JCC teammates
secretly stashed food in my field pack when I was sleeping. This
discovery made me realise how insignificant my supposed sacrifice was
and how foolish I was to partially regret my choice back then. This
selfless gesture truly confirmed the power of friendship for me. It
was the strength of the bonds we formed as a team that gave us the
will and tenacity to survive this painful ordeal in Brunei.
common apps essay
My uniform was covered with mud and sweat. The stabbing hunger and
incessant bugging of sandflies kept me awake despite the fatigue from
a day of trekking through the Brunei jungle. This was but one of the
many sleepless nights I had during the Jungle Confidence Course (JCC).
The course required a team of 8 soldiers to undergo a 9 day jungle
navigation exercise supplied with only 2 days of food and water. I had
to go through it as it was a rite of passage for the infantry officer
cadets of the Singapore Army.
My memory of JCC is still fresh, particularly the events that
transpired on day 8. Day 8 was no different from the other days. It
was miserable. My team gathered after a day of building individual
shelters to plan our trek back to base on the next day. The lack of
sustenance and accumulated fatigue were affecting all of us. My
teammate, Ted, was in a particularly bad shape. A small guy to begin
with, he was now reduced to skin and bones. None of us could afford to
eat then as we had to preserve what was left for the long trek back to
base. However it was clear that he was going to faint if he did not
consume any ration. Ted was not just a good friend, he was a fellow
cadet who stood by my side as we endured the harsh and painful
trainings together. I felt a strong urge to give him my food. This was
a moment of great self struggle as my instinct of self preservation
tried its best to rein in this urge to help my friend. Caught in this
dilemma, my thoughts wandered back to the time I first set foot in
Singapore. As an quiet 10 year old immigrant from China, I found it
hard to adapt to this foreign English speaking land. My first year in
Singapore was miserable because I had no friends. Although things
ultimately turned out fine for me, I never forgot how important
friends were. In retrospect, those early experiences made all the
difference on day 8. My friend was suffering in this foreign land. I
had to help him. Secretly though, I felt a tinge of regret when I gave
him my ration, knowing that I will suffer on the trek back.
Eventually, all of us made it out of the jungle alive. Just a while
back, I found out through a casual conversation that my JCC teammates
secretly stashed food in my field pack when I was sleeping. This
discovery made me realise how insignificant my supposed sacrifice was
and how foolish I was to partially regret my choice back then. This
selfless gesture truly confirmed the power of friendship for me. It
was the strength of the bonds we formed as a team that gave us the
will and tenacity to survive this painful ordeal in Brunei.
