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Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
The action of climbing up a rock face, and then to chimney up a chimney was foreign to me. I had a little experience the day before, learning foot and hand placement, but collectively I had no clue. I spent fifteen days at, one of India's National Institute of Mountaineering.
What a lovely morning it was, the air was crisp with the sun maturing over the horizon. Everyone was in their tracksuits, with harnesses made with static rope, tied around their waists. I told myself, I would have to do the impossible. Before, me stood a rock face that had a very steep gradient. I had a helmet, and a safety line that was connected to the harness I made via the carabineer. The question was, how would I make my ascent. At the top, I was filled with success; I did not know defeat, for I had climbed up a rock face, trusting my skills to save me. All that was left was to chimney. The breeze chilled the sweat dripping from my body. My hands quivering, my feet were sliding losing their grip, my back was sliding of the rough rock face. I was in a very incommodious place.
The feeling of claustrophobia was engulfing my mind; the walls were getting too close, while I was still climbing. I was just two feet of the ground. Just then I realized that all this chaos was originating from movies I've seen over the years. I was scared, but really there was nothing to be scared off. The media is munificent when it creates figures of imaginary characters and worlds that feel so real, watching them again and again I'd loved to imagine myself in that computer-generated world. The only way to live a life like that would be act in the real world. The media's character is impeccable. People have hurt themselves while trying to live their perfect yet non-existent life, and I was in the middle of it.
I made it to the top of the chimney, and back down. There was no parkour, or death-defying leaps, or running up a wall like a ninja. It was all me. After every climb, ever since that moment my confidence keeps growing, trusting what I know, and not what I see. Whether are not I always been successful after a climb, pushing myself harder with each consecutive moment, I have achieved high goals, and with it desire to reach out farther.
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
The action of climbing up a rock face, and then to chimney up a chimney was foreign to me. I had a little experience the day before, learning foot and hand placement, but collectively I had no clue. I spent fifteen days at, one of India's National Institute of Mountaineering.
What a lovely morning it was, the air was crisp with the sun maturing over the horizon. Everyone was in their tracksuits, with harnesses made with static rope, tied around their waists. I told myself, I would have to do the impossible. Before, me stood a rock face that had a very steep gradient. I had a helmet, and a safety line that was connected to the harness I made via the carabineer. The question was, how would I make my ascent. At the top, I was filled with success; I did not know defeat, for I had climbed up a rock face, trusting my skills to save me. All that was left was to chimney. The breeze chilled the sweat dripping from my body. My hands quivering, my feet were sliding losing their grip, my back was sliding of the rough rock face. I was in a very incommodious place.
The feeling of claustrophobia was engulfing my mind; the walls were getting too close, while I was still climbing. I was just two feet of the ground. Just then I realized that all this chaos was originating from movies I've seen over the years. I was scared, but really there was nothing to be scared off. The media is munificent when it creates figures of imaginary characters and worlds that feel so real, watching them again and again I'd loved to imagine myself in that computer-generated world. The only way to live a life like that would be act in the real world. The media's character is impeccable. People have hurt themselves while trying to live their perfect yet non-existent life, and I was in the middle of it.
I made it to the top of the chimney, and back down. There was no parkour, or death-defying leaps, or running up a wall like a ninja. It was all me. After every climb, ever since that moment my confidence keeps growing, trusting what I know, and not what I see. Whether are not I always been successful after a climb, pushing myself harder with each consecutive moment, I have achieved high goals, and with it desire to reach out farther.