I applied to architecture in u of t and their supp app requires a 250-650 word essay answer to a question. I've already submitted my essay but I still would like to see different opinions on it since I submitted last minute and it wasn't read by anyone else. Thank you.
Tell us about time you learnt from a failure.
For as long as I can remember, coming to Canada was a fantasy dream to me, a kind where a kid is granted her impossible wish. When my father told me that he applied to immigrate to Canada, my ten-year-old self could only see myself as the main character of my favourite childhood novel, "Daddy-Long-Legs" by Jean Webster. I watched the animated series of this novel when I was forced to stay in for breaking one my toes, and I instantly saw myself in Judy Abbott, an orphan who was provided to attend a high-class secondary school by an anonymous benefactor. God, not that I was an orphan, I just felt as lucky as Judy did. Starting from then, my simplest resolutions started to evolve around it and I could not see myself anywhere but there.
When the time arrived, I was confident enough to see myself do well as a newcomer in a completely new environment. Tragically, I did not.
"I was only four months through living here and I never felt more miserable in my life", something I would never imagine myself saying. Initially, I set such high expectations for myself in order to succeed in this lifetime opportunity. However, I was not happy enough with how I was doing academically in my Canadian school, how I liked to explain it to my friends, "borderline failing into the 80's". My ego was hurting so much since I was downgrading from a straight-A student in Iran to an O.K. one in Canada. One thing I knew: If I was not working as hard as they were, I was definitely not working lesser than anyone else. It hit me when I finally realized I did not have the privilege of being from here. Just like how Judy wished she were never from an asylum, it would have been nicer if I were brought up here, wouldn't it? Was I not good enough to have this opportunity?
"I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language. It is a miserable feeling. I've had it all my life."
Meanwhile, I was living alone with my father while my mom was diagnosed with cancer and was going through her medical treatment in Iran. At the time, I saw myself failing not only in the biggest opportunity of my life but also at being the only reason to make my mother happy back at home. Moreover, I was too afraid to disappoint that the close ones that supported me up to then. Coupled with my loneliness in a foreign country, I found the perfectionism I wanted to be more impossible- I was failing at it.
"Sometimes a dreadful fear comes over me that I'm not a genius. Will you be awfully disappointed, Daddy, if I don't turn out to be a great author?"
After reaching the peak of wretchedness in my teenage life, I came into the realization that I needed a break. All the things happening around me, in addition to the amount of unnecessary pressure I was putting on myself for made up reasons, drained me out to the point that I stopped caring for my mental state. This time, I learnt I was pushing myself way out of my comfort zone- my limit was reached. From time to time, you should give yourself the right to fail when needed- that is how we found our way out. I let my harsh self-judgments ruin the simple fact that I did reach my fantasy dream and no one was going to take it away from me.