Prompt: Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
- This essay needs a loooooot of work, any criticism is highly appreciated :) -
The finish line is so close. It's right there. You have to be first. You have to be the best. You're in this race against yourself. The only thing standing in between you and everything you want is you.
Those are the thoughts that rush through my head, both with my awareness and subconsciously, through everything I do. I make everything a competition but the only other person competing against me is myself. I have to prove to myself I can do anything. It brings me the best satisfaction. The competitions I put myself in got harder and harder as I grew older.
I had to start from the bottom in fourth grade, the year I first moved to America with my mom. I was held back, the teachers allowing me an extra year to learn English and Armenian, the languages the other children spoke proficiently. I was already losing, with no literacy skills and not a friend to turn to. The blank walls in that classroom gave me no opportunity to learn. The words spoken by others just made sounds, they held no meaning to me. And the laughs I could not join in on with the other kids were the worst. The biggest opportunity to get a head start came when I was assigned an ELA tutor. I didn't mind spending every day with her if it meant I would be able to make a friend, share a laugh with someone. The long sessions paid off because I did it, I could speak English by the end of fifth grade with minor errors. I did better on English tests than my other classmates. I didn't care about being the best in the class; I liked the satisfaction it brought to me knowing that I could. It gave me hope and the determination I needed to succeed in that tiny private middle school. If I could achieve learning two foreign languages in a span of five years at that school, I could do anything.
In seventh grade I pushed myself the way I never had to. I knew I had to do everything to get into ----, the school praised by all the teachers and the school awarded the National Blue Ribbon four times. I chose my books over my friends on many occasions and did the best I could. When the letter came with my acceptance to the school, I yet again proved to myself I could. It was all worth it. A single paper brought so much meaning to everything I accomplished in those five years. At the end of it all, I chose to put myself in those competitions against me. The only person that ever doubted me was I, and that pushed me to do it all a thousand times better.
I enjoy winning. I enjoy proving myself wrong, and being the best I can be. I know I can achieve a lot because I push myself harder than anyone ever will. The road ahead holds a million opportunities for me, and I know I can achieve something great.
- This essay needs a loooooot of work, any criticism is highly appreciated :) -
The finish line is so close. It's right there. You have to be first. You have to be the best. You're in this race against yourself. The only thing standing in between you and everything you want is you.
Those are the thoughts that rush through my head, both with my awareness and subconsciously, through everything I do. I make everything a competition but the only other person competing against me is myself. I have to prove to myself I can do anything. It brings me the best satisfaction. The competitions I put myself in got harder and harder as I grew older.
I had to start from the bottom in fourth grade, the year I first moved to America with my mom. I was held back, the teachers allowing me an extra year to learn English and Armenian, the languages the other children spoke proficiently. I was already losing, with no literacy skills and not a friend to turn to. The blank walls in that classroom gave me no opportunity to learn. The words spoken by others just made sounds, they held no meaning to me. And the laughs I could not join in on with the other kids were the worst. The biggest opportunity to get a head start came when I was assigned an ELA tutor. I didn't mind spending every day with her if it meant I would be able to make a friend, share a laugh with someone. The long sessions paid off because I did it, I could speak English by the end of fifth grade with minor errors. I did better on English tests than my other classmates. I didn't care about being the best in the class; I liked the satisfaction it brought to me knowing that I could. It gave me hope and the determination I needed to succeed in that tiny private middle school. If I could achieve learning two foreign languages in a span of five years at that school, I could do anything.
In seventh grade I pushed myself the way I never had to. I knew I had to do everything to get into ----, the school praised by all the teachers and the school awarded the National Blue Ribbon four times. I chose my books over my friends on many occasions and did the best I could. When the letter came with my acceptance to the school, I yet again proved to myself I could. It was all worth it. A single paper brought so much meaning to everything I accomplished in those five years. At the end of it all, I chose to put myself in those competitions against me. The only person that ever doubted me was I, and that pushed me to do it all a thousand times better.
I enjoy winning. I enjoy proving myself wrong, and being the best I can be. I know I can achieve a lot because I push myself harder than anyone ever will. The road ahead holds a million opportunities for me, and I know I can achieve something great.