hey you guys. this is my personal statement for prompt #2. if you can please revise it and give as much feedback as you'd like. all is welcome. thank you very much!
*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?
Prompt 2
I can read. I can write. I can also fight. I can look. I can talk. I can do it all in the dark. I don't say it with arrogance, but I say it modestly. It is not self promotion, but it is humility. The past five years I battled dyslexia. Haunting and paralyzing, dyslexia was winning the battle. It is a challenge that has been resilient and intricate, but I am very appreciative for the challenge. Dyslexia is not easy to abolish, but it can be done. It was my goal to rid the disability.
It was a mystery how my dyslexia came. Most common types of dyslexia are typical in children, but mines came in my adulthood. Cypress College is where I discovered my dyslexia. In a speech class, I had much difficulty reading aloud to the class. My sentences were small blurts and many long pauses. I was too embarrassed to read aloud, so I avoided it at all costs. During the same time, I had a job as a teller. I would consistently be missing money or have an abundance of money in my register at the end of the day. It was a mystery to my associates. My associates and managers came to the conclusion that I didn't know how to count. I knew the problem wasn't with counting, it was with data entry. When I would perform a transaction, the numbers were placed in different positions.
Much hope was lost. I did not have a clue as to what was my crisis. Upon researching and asking, I found out it was dyslexia. It was a shock and a relief. I knew that dyslexia had contributed to my embarrassment.
A challenge was placed in front of me. I made many attempts to find motivation to continue studying. None was ailment. I never told anybody about the disability because of my shame, so I made an attempt to read simple magazines. In one of the few magazines, I read an article about dyslexic authors and artists. I learned that dyslexia did not have to plague my entire life. Dyslexia could be beaten!
As a result, I made every attempt to fix my dyslexia. My goal was set on completing the obstacle. I consistently read anything that was near me and wrote it down exactly how I read it. During classes, I attempted to write down professors' lectures exactly as it was recited. Many of my attempts were unsuccessful, but I was not deterred. Plenty of reading and writing exercises aided me on my journey. My willpower was more impulsive than my dyslexia.
Through relentless work and strenuous exercises, I can now say that I have controlled my dyslexia. Although I am not completely over the disability, I can read, write and talk as I was once able to. Reading in public places is no longer my fear. I'm not one to feel pity for myself. I know I was capable of beating something that was ruining my life. My purpose in life won't be hindered by a disability. My passion and determination will not allow it. My options were not between pity and frustration; my options were between failure and goals.
*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?
Prompt 2
I can read. I can write. I can also fight. I can look. I can talk. I can do it all in the dark. I don't say it with arrogance, but I say it modestly. It is not self promotion, but it is humility. The past five years I battled dyslexia. Haunting and paralyzing, dyslexia was winning the battle. It is a challenge that has been resilient and intricate, but I am very appreciative for the challenge. Dyslexia is not easy to abolish, but it can be done. It was my goal to rid the disability.
It was a mystery how my dyslexia came. Most common types of dyslexia are typical in children, but mines came in my adulthood. Cypress College is where I discovered my dyslexia. In a speech class, I had much difficulty reading aloud to the class. My sentences were small blurts and many long pauses. I was too embarrassed to read aloud, so I avoided it at all costs. During the same time, I had a job as a teller. I would consistently be missing money or have an abundance of money in my register at the end of the day. It was a mystery to my associates. My associates and managers came to the conclusion that I didn't know how to count. I knew the problem wasn't with counting, it was with data entry. When I would perform a transaction, the numbers were placed in different positions.
Much hope was lost. I did not have a clue as to what was my crisis. Upon researching and asking, I found out it was dyslexia. It was a shock and a relief. I knew that dyslexia had contributed to my embarrassment.
A challenge was placed in front of me. I made many attempts to find motivation to continue studying. None was ailment. I never told anybody about the disability because of my shame, so I made an attempt to read simple magazines. In one of the few magazines, I read an article about dyslexic authors and artists. I learned that dyslexia did not have to plague my entire life. Dyslexia could be beaten!
As a result, I made every attempt to fix my dyslexia. My goal was set on completing the obstacle. I consistently read anything that was near me and wrote it down exactly how I read it. During classes, I attempted to write down professors' lectures exactly as it was recited. Many of my attempts were unsuccessful, but I was not deterred. Plenty of reading and writing exercises aided me on my journey. My willpower was more impulsive than my dyslexia.
Through relentless work and strenuous exercises, I can now say that I have controlled my dyslexia. Although I am not completely over the disability, I can read, write and talk as I was once able to. Reading in public places is no longer my fear. I'm not one to feel pity for myself. I know I was capable of beating something that was ruining my life. My purpose in life won't be hindered by a disability. My passion and determination will not allow it. My options were not between pity and frustration; my options were between failure and goals.