I am applying for UW Seattle.
This is my first draft. there are few blanks. I couldn't come up with words that I like.
Is the length OK? The suggested length is 750-1000 words
Please give me some feed back.
Thank you
Here is the prompt:
A. Academic Elements (required)
* Academic History
B. Personal Elements (required)
* Cultural Understanding
Unlikely positioned bed that took almost half the living room where we planned to spend our family time was jarring yet somewhat cozy. But it was only a matter of months that my desperation resurfaced. Taking care of the family without having socializing with others in college seemed to suck all the joy out of me. If anything, the experience was tough, as I learned to see who I really am.
I was nursing her for the almost entire winter, in hopes of a fast recovery. It was hard for me to leave my own life and studies behind but I knew it would be even harder for her recovering from multiple surgeries. We gave each other moral support throughout the struggles as I frequently lamented my stay.
My first experience in college dates back to 12th grade, as a running start student. I listened to the advice of my peers to get a head start in college and save some up some tuition. Starting from the very first quarter I pursued my musical shortcomings of music theory as well as having a glimpse of the hectic world of advertising in marketing 101. But ultimately as freshmen, I explored as much as I can before I settle on a specific major. But knowing what to pursue required some deep diving into my real self.
I decided to transform with my artistic background to my passions in which lied somewhere between the creative and rational. At Bellevue, there were not that many majors that intrigued me expect for interior design.
When I first started the course, the assignments were challenging but in a good way. There were no strict rules regarding one's creative input, as long as our ideas met the basic requirements. We would frequently construct small scale models in class in order to better showcase our ideas. I remember my professor's quote that encouraged my frugal, no waste mentality when it came to my supply use that made way to some interesting projects. It was not because I was short of cash, but rather I found it tedious to purchase and cut the foam boards into small pieces again when the outgoing piece still had enough room. In one of his lectures, he remarked that "limitation is where the real creativity comes from," and that gave me confidence to move on without extra trips to the art store.
While I was enjoying my time in interior design, I also noticed some negative stigmas regarding the major. Anyone with a decent budget can use their creativity to decorate or refurbish their interiors the way they want to, especially with the low cost flexibility of modern technology. Maybe it was not such a prestigious major that I imagined. Then I came across industrial design. Despite the bland impression with the word "industrial" up front, I found out about the great importance of the people that work in this field with some research. Focusing on improving mass manufactured products in a process where both creative and analytical thinking come into play, I saw this as something to be applied to a wide variety of products ranging from handheld electronics to transportation vehicles.
It was mid-way into the next fall when my mother was unexpectedly taken to the hospital after being diagnosed with a life threatening condition.Two rounds of anesthesia and a consequent stroke led to a much longer recovery than expected. Unsure of what to do with my classes in the middle of devastation, I struggled to return with my professors. My plan to return was unsuccessful as the predicted dates of discharge were delayed until and both of us agreed to end my fall classes under "hardship withdrawal."
For months, I contemplated on what I could have done differently. Maybe I was guilty of stressing my mother over the years as both of my parents struggled to make a living for us in a rough economy. I should have told her to not skip on her medications so frequently. Sitting in the hospital lobby anxious to go back home, I became desperate about my future plans. With her gradual recovery there was little to do but help her with only the basic needs. But I noticed that focusing on the future is the smarter thing to do, besides, mom's health was getting better.
The environment really provided me with times of solitude and self-reflection as I looked out to the rural landscape of Everett. The question was; what was I going to do when I return to school?
For me to finally move on from this stage of life, I have matured in a way that I never thought I would before.
It will be liberating for me as I will have the chance to join fellow design students once again and engage in higher learning that i hoped for so long. My experiences of nursing my mother taught me the fact that life isn't always going to be smooth sailing. It is certainly not easy getting the kind of design study that I want, especially where I live may prove difficult. But it is perseverance that will open up new doors to enthusiastic and faithful, and my struggles have shown me to never think otherwise.
I believe that life is about constantly starting anew. Ending my time at Bellevue and transferring to the University of Washington will be a new definitive start in my design studies. With such variety of projects that I could potentially work with, industrial design still implies that I haven't really settled on a single major. But that seems like the beauty of what I plan to pursue.
This is my first draft. there are few blanks. I couldn't come up with words that I like.
Is the length OK? The suggested length is 750-1000 words
Please give me some feed back.
Thank you
Here is the prompt:
A. Academic Elements (required)
* Academic History
B. Personal Elements (required)
* Cultural Understanding
Unlikely positioned bed that took almost half the living room where we planned to spend our family time was jarring yet somewhat cozy. But it was only a matter of months that my desperation resurfaced. Taking care of the family without having socializing with others in college seemed to suck all the joy out of me. If anything, the experience was tough, as I learned to see who I really am.
I was nursing her for the almost entire winter, in hopes of a fast recovery. It was hard for me to leave my own life and studies behind but I knew it would be even harder for her recovering from multiple surgeries. We gave each other moral support throughout the struggles as I frequently lamented my stay.
My first experience in college dates back to 12th grade, as a running start student. I listened to the advice of my peers to get a head start in college and save some up some tuition. Starting from the very first quarter I pursued my musical shortcomings of music theory as well as having a glimpse of the hectic world of advertising in marketing 101. But ultimately as freshmen, I explored as much as I can before I settle on a specific major. But knowing what to pursue required some deep diving into my real self.
I decided to transform with my artistic background to my passions in which lied somewhere between the creative and rational. At Bellevue, there were not that many majors that intrigued me expect for interior design.
When I first started the course, the assignments were challenging but in a good way. There were no strict rules regarding one's creative input, as long as our ideas met the basic requirements. We would frequently construct small scale models in class in order to better showcase our ideas. I remember my professor's quote that encouraged my frugal, no waste mentality when it came to my supply use that made way to some interesting projects. It was not because I was short of cash, but rather I found it tedious to purchase and cut the foam boards into small pieces again when the outgoing piece still had enough room. In one of his lectures, he remarked that "limitation is where the real creativity comes from," and that gave me confidence to move on without extra trips to the art store.
While I was enjoying my time in interior design, I also noticed some negative stigmas regarding the major. Anyone with a decent budget can use their creativity to decorate or refurbish their interiors the way they want to, especially with the low cost flexibility of modern technology. Maybe it was not such a prestigious major that I imagined. Then I came across industrial design. Despite the bland impression with the word "industrial" up front, I found out about the great importance of the people that work in this field with some research. Focusing on improving mass manufactured products in a process where both creative and analytical thinking come into play, I saw this as something to be applied to a wide variety of products ranging from handheld electronics to transportation vehicles.
It was mid-way into the next fall when my mother was unexpectedly taken to the hospital after being diagnosed with a life threatening condition.Two rounds of anesthesia and a consequent stroke led to a much longer recovery than expected. Unsure of what to do with my classes in the middle of devastation, I struggled to return with my professors. My plan to return was unsuccessful as the predicted dates of discharge were delayed until and both of us agreed to end my fall classes under "hardship withdrawal."
For months, I contemplated on what I could have done differently. Maybe I was guilty of stressing my mother over the years as both of my parents struggled to make a living for us in a rough economy. I should have told her to not skip on her medications so frequently. Sitting in the hospital lobby anxious to go back home, I became desperate about my future plans. With her gradual recovery there was little to do but help her with only the basic needs. But I noticed that focusing on the future is the smarter thing to do, besides, mom's health was getting better.
The environment really provided me with times of solitude and self-reflection as I looked out to the rural landscape of Everett. The question was; what was I going to do when I return to school?
For me to finally move on from this stage of life, I have matured in a way that I never thought I would before.
It will be liberating for me as I will have the chance to join fellow design students once again and engage in higher learning that i hoped for so long. My experiences of nursing my mother taught me the fact that life isn't always going to be smooth sailing. It is certainly not easy getting the kind of design study that I want, especially where I live may prove difficult. But it is perseverance that will open up new doors to enthusiastic and faithful, and my struggles have shown me to never think otherwise.
I believe that life is about constantly starting anew. Ending my time at Bellevue and transferring to the University of Washington will be a new definitive start in my design studies. With such variety of projects that I could potentially work with, industrial design still implies that I haven't really settled on a single major. But that seems like the beauty of what I plan to pursue.
