Required of ALL applicants, regardless of school or program. Answer one of the following questions in a half page or roughly 250 words (Please select the prompt you are responding to):
"Runners, on your marks. Get set," says the official as he fired the gun for the boys' 3000m race. Often placed in the inner lanes, the gun fired near my ear and there was a delay in my start due to my surprise. As I encountered the other side of the track, all I could hear was my team and friends yelling, "Push, Rowlie! Push!" It's no coincidence that "push" is now my favorite word.
I finished two laps and realized I was starting to experience side stitches that at the fourth lap I was already in pain. I had a mile left. The other guys started to pass me. I had the choice to stop, but instead, I wanted to keep going. I ran with one hand squeezing and the other pumping and kept me running, while I cried in pain. All I could hear was the cheers for the other guys who had already finish while my friends were screaming, "Push!" from the top of their lungs. I won't lie and say that the thoughts of walking didn't occur in my mind but the thought of why I joined track--the willingness to challenge myself--resonates in my head.
I was able to finish the race, and although I was last, I found joy in completing the race. The word "push" is now a reminder for myself to persevere and "push" beyond my limits; that no matter how difficult a task may be, I shouldn't give up.
What is your favorite word and why?
"Runners, on your marks. Get set," says the official as he fired the gun for the boys' 3000m race. Often placed in the inner lanes, the gun fired near my ear and there was a delay in my start due to my surprise. As I encountered the other side of the track, all I could hear was my team and friends yelling, "Push, Rowlie! Push!" It's no coincidence that "push" is now my favorite word.
I finished two laps and realized I was starting to experience side stitches that at the fourth lap I was already in pain. I had a mile left. The other guys started to pass me. I had the choice to stop, but instead, I wanted to keep going. I ran with one hand squeezing and the other pumping and kept me running, while I cried in pain. All I could hear was the cheers for the other guys who had already finish while my friends were screaming, "Push!" from the top of their lungs. I won't lie and say that the thoughts of walking didn't occur in my mind but the thought of why I joined track--the willingness to challenge myself--resonates in my head.
I was able to finish the race, and although I was last, I found joy in completing the race. The word "push" is now a reminder for myself to persevere and "push" beyond my limits; that no matter how difficult a task may be, I shouldn't give up.