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Common application :Topic of your choice
The American Dream
When I first discovered that I was going to the United States for 6 months for an exchange program, the only thing I could think of was that my American dream is about to come true. Who would have ever thought that a small town girl like me, would ever step foot in America. After hours of filling in forms, applying for a visa and enduring pain from the long needles to get vaccinated, I was set to go to America. A few days before I left, I found out that I was to be hosted in Minnesota. When my parents ...
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She approached me under the gray skies of Pipestone, with a twinkle in her eye and a welcoming smile across her face. She said "Hello." I managed to squeeze out a small,"Hi Mom "as I hugged her back. I stepped into the car with the rest of my new family. Throughout the ride back home, I observed and listened quietly. The way they spoke seemed alien to me, I was feeling a little disoriented due to the jet lag and the cold outside was piercing my skin. Is this how I was supposed to feel on my first day as an exchange student?"I wondered. We reached my new "home" and my host family showed me my room. As I looked outside the window, I was greeted by the sight of a rather small oak tree and sidewalks filled with snow. "We will go to school on Monday to get you registered," said "Mom". I snapped out of my daydream. "Okay," I replied nervously, trying to sound enthusiastic.
During the first few weeks of high school, I felt somewhat lost. Finding the right classes were the initial challenge I had to overcome. Fortunately, there were a few kind souls who were willing to help me out when I was lost in the middle of the hallways. With only three hundred students in school, I found it difficult to make friends as they all seemed rather tight knit. I grew up during my youth years being quiet and only mingling among my circle of friends. However, I slowly started opening up and began participating in school activities. Joining the school choir and school play, I made friends that were very much different from whom I am. This brought me to a turning point in my conversations as they truly made me speak my mind without fear of judgments or any other. It was a true transition like from a bottle out to the open air.
Before I came to America, I never played sports. I refused to join any sports in school, simply because I was afraid people would make fun of me. Being fifteen miles away from my American high school, made me do something that I could not believe until today. I joined my school's softball team, the best softball team in the section with extremely brilliant softball players. Here I am a person who did not even know what softball is all about. Turns out, I was the worst player in the team. I did not even know how to hold a bat. To my surprise, the girls in the team were more than happy to help me out. They would cheer me on and they never gave up on me. Then one day, the coach decided to put me in one of the games. I immediately froze. I was the first one to hit in that inning. All I could see was the pitcher and the ball. Then everything happened in a split second. I swung as hard as I could and felt the ball hit the bat. I let go of the bat and ran as fast as I could for first base, and I managed to reach base on time. At that moment, my coach and teammates was the proudest people in the world. They were cheering and my coach was jumping up and down. When I managed to reach home base plate, every single one ran out to give me a hug. The feeling I had was indescribable. I earned the nickname "Malaysian Murderer" after that game. I was after all, the first exchange student to get a hit.
I met the most amazing people here and they all have touched my life in many ways. Before I came here, I did not like to fend for myself. I was, simply put, a passive-hearted girl who disliked challenge of any sort. Insecure and feeling somewhat defeated by some personal struggles I have had to endure in my life, I was not confident of my capabilities. Evidently, being an exchange student is not easy. Fitting in with my host family and my friends did not happen overnight. The fact that I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and I was determined and bold enough to make decisions that I would never have before made me a stronger person, a person with a heart unbeatable by any other. Now it takes a lot to discourage me because I know that I am capable of making a difference. I feel obliged to educate the people around me with the knowledge that I have gained as I am currently volunteering with the Youth Exchange and Study Alumni Malaysia. I realize the importance of tolerance and appreciating the differences as I forged many worthwhile friendships in America. And it was through these friendships that I was able to effectively play my role as a young ambassador of my country. For me, the experienced affirmed that the will to succeed makes all things possible, a newfound principle that I currently apply to myself. For example, I am planning to take up French Language after a two year gap and I am determined to obtain the highest French Language Proficiency Certificate, regardless of how long it may take. This experience made me into a woman of conviction.
Before I left my home, I looked at my room for one last time and a smile blossomed on my face. I noticed that the oak tree has grown and stood tall outside my window. I was amazed by how much it had grown over the past six months and the tree reminded me of someone. That someone was me.
Common application :Topic of your choice
The American Dream
When I first discovered that I was going to the United States for 6 months for an exchange program, the only thing I could think of was that my American dream is about to come true. Who would have ever thought that a small town girl like me, would ever step foot in America. After hours of filling in forms, applying for a visa and enduring pain from the long needles to get vaccinated, I was set to go to America. A few days before I left, I found out that I was to be hosted in Minnesota. When my parents ...
and after edits:
She approached me under the gray skies of Pipestone, with a twinkle in her eye and a welcoming smile across her face. She said "Hello." I managed to squeeze out a small,"Hi Mom "as I hugged her back. I stepped into the car with the rest of my new family. Throughout the ride back home, I observed and listened quietly. The way they spoke seemed alien to me, I was feeling a little disoriented due to the jet lag and the cold outside was piercing my skin. Is this how I was supposed to feel on my first day as an exchange student?"I wondered. We reached my new "home" and my host family showed me my room. As I looked outside the window, I was greeted by the sight of a rather small oak tree and sidewalks filled with snow. "We will go to school on Monday to get you registered," said "Mom". I snapped out of my daydream. "Okay," I replied nervously, trying to sound enthusiastic.
During the first few weeks of high school, I felt somewhat lost. Finding the right classes were the initial challenge I had to overcome. Fortunately, there were a few kind souls who were willing to help me out when I was lost in the middle of the hallways. With only three hundred students in school, I found it difficult to make friends as they all seemed rather tight knit. I grew up during my youth years being quiet and only mingling among my circle of friends. However, I slowly started opening up and began participating in school activities. Joining the school choir and school play, I made friends that were very much different from whom I am. This brought me to a turning point in my conversations as they truly made me speak my mind without fear of judgments or any other. It was a true transition like from a bottle out to the open air.
Before I came to America, I never played sports. I refused to join any sports in school, simply because I was afraid people would make fun of me. Being fifteen miles away from my American high school, made me do something that I could not believe until today. I joined my school's softball team, the best softball team in the section with extremely brilliant softball players. Here I am a person who did not even know what softball is all about. Turns out, I was the worst player in the team. I did not even know how to hold a bat. To my surprise, the girls in the team were more than happy to help me out. They would cheer me on and they never gave up on me. Then one day, the coach decided to put me in one of the games. I immediately froze. I was the first one to hit in that inning. All I could see was the pitcher and the ball. Then everything happened in a split second. I swung as hard as I could and felt the ball hit the bat. I let go of the bat and ran as fast as I could for first base, and I managed to reach base on time. At that moment, my coach and teammates was the proudest people in the world. They were cheering and my coach was jumping up and down. When I managed to reach home base plate, every single one ran out to give me a hug. The feeling I had was indescribable. I earned the nickname "Malaysian Murderer" after that game. I was after all, the first exchange student to get a hit.
I met the most amazing people here and they all have touched my life in many ways. Before I came here, I did not like to fend for myself. I was, simply put, a passive-hearted girl who disliked challenge of any sort. Insecure and feeling somewhat defeated by some personal struggles I have had to endure in my life, I was not confident of my capabilities. Evidently, being an exchange student is not easy. Fitting in with my host family and my friends did not happen overnight. The fact that I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and I was determined and bold enough to make decisions that I would never have before made me a stronger person, a person with a heart unbeatable by any other. Now it takes a lot to discourage me because I know that I am capable of making a difference. I feel obliged to educate the people around me with the knowledge that I have gained as I am currently volunteering with the Youth Exchange and Study Alumni Malaysia. I realize the importance of tolerance and appreciating the differences as I forged many worthwhile friendships in America. And it was through these friendships that I was able to effectively play my role as a young ambassador of my country. For me, the experienced affirmed that the will to succeed makes all things possible, a newfound principle that I currently apply to myself. For example, I am planning to take up French Language after a two year gap and I am determined to obtain the highest French Language Proficiency Certificate, regardless of how long it may take. This experience made me into a woman of conviction.
Before I left my home, I looked at my room for one last time and a smile blossomed on my face. I noticed that the oak tree has grown and stood tall outside my window. I was amazed by how much it had grown over the past six months and the tree reminded me of someone. That someone was me.