Hi,
I'm currently applying to study in the US, but I'm not sure of the direction my essay is taking.
I'd love you to take a look at it, and tell me what do you think about it. I've only written the two first paragraphs, because I didn't wanted to go on without being quite sure of what I'm doing.
There it is:
Tropics are great. Plenty of oil to give away, warm weather all year long, white sand beaches and gentle people, snowing peaks and giant falls. It seems like we have found Paradise. But sadly, as you start knowing Caracas, the capital of Venezuela and my hometown, you realize things are not like they sound in this so-called Eden. In fact, as you plunge into its valley, choking noises and anguishing images pop up, and what used to be an undisturbed oasis has turned into an infernal scene. Amongst all this, an issue that would not be much of a problem elsewhere, but that symbolizes the curse of every Caracas' citizen, and my own little nightmare: insecurity.
Many statistics show how unsafe the city and the entire country are, but numbers are meaningless. It is true that newspapers and broadcasts show you every day how awful the situation is. But death in pictures and letters does not strike half as hard as the behavior of people around me. The feeling of paranoia we have (because it is a feeling shared by all the common people) determines our lives. Without a doubt, this feeling is justified; I have witnessed many robberies, and I have even been robbed once, because it is something you cannot avoid while being in Caracas. For this, I practically live in curfew; people who goes out after 9 o'clock in the night are very aware of the risk they are facing. Not even prevention can help, because even the regular pedestrian you fret can randomly kill you; he just happened to carry a gun. I just try to deal with it by wearing bad clothes when I walk in the street, by not looking at people's eyes, because looking barely wealthy can get you spotted and most certainly robbed or kidnapped.
I'm currently applying to study in the US, but I'm not sure of the direction my essay is taking.
I'd love you to take a look at it, and tell me what do you think about it. I've only written the two first paragraphs, because I didn't wanted to go on without being quite sure of what I'm doing.
There it is:
Tropics are great. Plenty of oil to give away, warm weather all year long, white sand beaches and gentle people, snowing peaks and giant falls. It seems like we have found Paradise. But sadly, as you start knowing Caracas, the capital of Venezuela and my hometown, you realize things are not like they sound in this so-called Eden. In fact, as you plunge into its valley, choking noises and anguishing images pop up, and what used to be an undisturbed oasis has turned into an infernal scene. Amongst all this, an issue that would not be much of a problem elsewhere, but that symbolizes the curse of every Caracas' citizen, and my own little nightmare: insecurity.
Many statistics show how unsafe the city and the entire country are, but numbers are meaningless. It is true that newspapers and broadcasts show you every day how awful the situation is. But death in pictures and letters does not strike half as hard as the behavior of people around me. The feeling of paranoia we have (because it is a feeling shared by all the common people) determines our lives. Without a doubt, this feeling is justified; I have witnessed many robberies, and I have even been robbed once, because it is something you cannot avoid while being in Caracas. For this, I practically live in curfew; people who goes out after 9 o'clock in the night are very aware of the risk they are facing. Not even prevention can help, because even the regular pedestrian you fret can randomly kill you; he just happened to carry a gun. I just try to deal with it by wearing bad clothes when I walk in the street, by not looking at people's eyes, because looking barely wealthy can get you spotted and most certainly robbed or kidnapped.