Dear EF members if you have time please give me feedback about my UChicago essay. Please be harsh. I used totally new approach because my previous approach was stupid( You can find it at EF too).
I will be glad to repay for your kindness by loking at your essay.
Can you give me some feedback on structure,flow and language usage. I tend to think in Kazakh, therefore I might sound very awkward sometimes.
Thank you in advance.
We know that a coin has two sides. But what about a medal?
I was holding my dream, medal from International Mathematical Olympiad(IMO)-2009. I had been striving to this medal since I firstly saw six young men in sky blue suits at eighth grade. They were members of national team at IMO-2006.Some of them were holding shining medals which riveted my attention. Surrounding journalists and operators were congratulating them with their great achievements. They were my heroes, because they became medalists among 500 brightest students from all over the world. They were pride of the whole nation, while I was hardly pride of my parents. I wanted to become one of them. I wanted to disprove social fact that stutterers can never become famous. It was my dream. Since then my hopes, believes and aspirations evolved around that dream.
For the last three years I imagined myself holding that shining medal. However when I received this medal, it did not shine. I was expected to be the happiest person in the world, but I was not. It seemed that his medal meant nothing for me. It was just a round piece of metal, that would rust after ten years. However I experienced numerous failures in pursuit for this medal. After each failure I lost my heart. Each failure made me regret about problems I could not solve at the competition, but solved afterwards. My life was full of "if"s, like "If I had written my solution more clear, I would have gotten a gold medal".I lost my best friend because of the harsh competition at the tenth grade. When I won many competitions I tended to neglect important casual events such as hanging out with classmates. I treated life as a race because of intensive preparation to approaching math competitions. It seemed that I sacrificed too much in order to get this medal.
Thinking about this medal, suddenly I realized that it influenced my life much stronger than I thought. This medal was a beacon in my life-path. Each time I failed I rose thinking about this medal. It was my first dream, which I placed above all my fears. This medal provided me with a belief in myself. Desire to get this medal carried me into Olympic math class, where I had fun by solving tough problems. With first successes at math I believed in my capability of defeating stutter. Though, sometimes I blinded by fame from victories at competitions, I always left loyal to my dream. Even though I lost some friends at Olympic math class , I gained new friends from all over the world at International math competitions. Owing to my dream I understood importance of failures. When I failed to qualify into IMO-2008, I became very depressed, however this depression made me reconsider my life values. Only then I realized meaninglessness of doing math for fame. At eleventh grade I started doing mathematics for the pleasure of it. By doing so, I became even more successful at math competitions, as I loved what I was doing. Ever since I have never regretted about past failures and lost medals. I started to enjoy math competitions, because I ceased to make plans for the future.
So as we expected same rule holds for the medal, partly because medal is a huge coin. Though I sacrificed many things to achieve this medal, I would not become who I am now unless I followed my dream and achieved this medal. When I looked at that medal I recalled myself coping with stutter and pressure of infinite competitions. I understood that it is more than just a piece of metal. It told a story of Birzhan, story of failures and victories, friends and enemies, sadness and happiness and a great resilience. Therefore when I next time see Michael Phelps I would not wish I were him, because I know that his eight gold medals have sixteen sides.
I will be glad to repay for your kindness by loking at your essay.
Can you give me some feedback on structure,flow and language usage. I tend to think in Kazakh, therefore I might sound very awkward sometimes.
Thank you in advance.
We know that a coin has two sides. But what about a medal?
I was holding my dream, medal from International Mathematical Olympiad(IMO)-2009. I had been striving to this medal since I firstly saw six young men in sky blue suits at eighth grade. They were members of national team at IMO-2006.Some of them were holding shining medals which riveted my attention. Surrounding journalists and operators were congratulating them with their great achievements. They were my heroes, because they became medalists among 500 brightest students from all over the world. They were pride of the whole nation, while I was hardly pride of my parents. I wanted to become one of them. I wanted to disprove social fact that stutterers can never become famous. It was my dream. Since then my hopes, believes and aspirations evolved around that dream.
For the last three years I imagined myself holding that shining medal. However when I received this medal, it did not shine. I was expected to be the happiest person in the world, but I was not. It seemed that his medal meant nothing for me. It was just a round piece of metal, that would rust after ten years. However I experienced numerous failures in pursuit for this medal. After each failure I lost my heart. Each failure made me regret about problems I could not solve at the competition, but solved afterwards. My life was full of "if"s, like "If I had written my solution more clear, I would have gotten a gold medal".I lost my best friend because of the harsh competition at the tenth grade. When I won many competitions I tended to neglect important casual events such as hanging out with classmates. I treated life as a race because of intensive preparation to approaching math competitions. It seemed that I sacrificed too much in order to get this medal.
Thinking about this medal, suddenly I realized that it influenced my life much stronger than I thought. This medal was a beacon in my life-path. Each time I failed I rose thinking about this medal. It was my first dream, which I placed above all my fears. This medal provided me with a belief in myself. Desire to get this medal carried me into Olympic math class, where I had fun by solving tough problems. With first successes at math I believed in my capability of defeating stutter. Though, sometimes I blinded by fame from victories at competitions, I always left loyal to my dream. Even though I lost some friends at Olympic math class , I gained new friends from all over the world at International math competitions. Owing to my dream I understood importance of failures. When I failed to qualify into IMO-2008, I became very depressed, however this depression made me reconsider my life values. Only then I realized meaninglessness of doing math for fame. At eleventh grade I started doing mathematics for the pleasure of it. By doing so, I became even more successful at math competitions, as I loved what I was doing. Ever since I have never regretted about past failures and lost medals. I started to enjoy math competitions, because I ceased to make plans for the future.
So as we expected same rule holds for the medal, partly because medal is a huge coin. Though I sacrificed many things to achieve this medal, I would not become who I am now unless I followed my dream and achieved this medal. When I looked at that medal I recalled myself coping with stutter and pressure of infinite competitions. I understood that it is more than just a piece of metal. It told a story of Birzhan, story of failures and victories, friends and enemies, sadness and happiness and a great resilience. Therefore when I next time see Michael Phelps I would not wish I were him, because I know that his eight gold medals have sixteen sides.