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This is my short essay for commapp.
I need some healthy criticism that would be appreciated)
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences in the space below (1000 character maximum).
Sweat drops glide down my forehead, then curve around my cheek. Some choose to drip from my chin; the others continue their descent down my neck to be eventually soaked up by the cotton of my kimono. My breath is offbeat - I pant like a dog. Red, blue and green sparkling dots obtrude my vision, swarming like flies. I am tired. Extremely. " Focus. Aim in the middle", my karate master reminds me. Left arm punch. A straight kick to solar plexus. A roundhouse kick to head of my imaginary foe. Repeat. I struggle to apply the same force to my hits, while my body is bathed in sticking sweat and muscles are aching with tension. I just want to sit down and close my giddy eyes. But I do not. Punch. Kick. Kick. Repeat. Just the same formula of victory... "Everyone can go rest now" -- I kneel down and inhale deeply. Ten years of training, yet reaching your limit is always exhausting. I come home, feeling ephemeral, and then go to train again. No pain, no gain it is.
This is my short essay for commapp.
I need some healthy criticism that would be appreciated)
Please briefly elaborate on one of your extracurricular activities or work experiences in the space below (1000 character maximum).
Sweat drops glide down my forehead, then curve around my cheek. Some choose to drip from my chin; the others continue their descent down my neck to be eventually soaked up by the cotton of my kimono. My breath is offbeat - I pant like a dog. Red, blue and green sparkling dots obtrude my vision, swarming like flies. I am tired. Extremely. " Focus. Aim in the middle", my karate master reminds me. Left arm punch. A straight kick to solar plexus. A roundhouse kick to head of my imaginary foe. Repeat. I struggle to apply the same force to my hits, while my body is bathed in sticking sweat and muscles are aching with tension. I just want to sit down and close my giddy eyes. But I do not. Punch. Kick. Kick. Repeat. Just the same formula of victory... "Everyone can go rest now" -- I kneel down and inhale deeply. Ten years of training, yet reaching your limit is always exhausting. I come home, feeling ephemeral, and then go to train again. No pain, no gain it is.