You have already told us about yourself in the Common Application, with its list of activities, Short Answer, and Personal Essay. In this required second essay, tell us something that you would like us to know about you that we might not get from the rest of your application - or something that you would like a chance to say more about. Please limit your essay to fewer than 500 words.
I woke up at 6:00 AM to the call of the alarm clock: a teenager's nemesis. I put on my black Adidas sweatpants and pick out a random Jesuit t-shirt. As I walk downstairs, my dogs, Max and Sasha, hear my footsteps and proceed to bark, making sure that I know that it was time to walk them. Looking out the window, I see today's forecast was typical of Oregon: high in the mid forties, low of thirty, and rain, lots of rain.
Max and Sasha greet meet with their usual unconditional giddy and jumping. The two do not stay still as I leash them and instead progress to sniff and lick me. Walking outside, I inhale the fresh morning air; my dogs enjoy the fresh air too as I see their breaths fog up. We walk to the end of the block and proceed to turn right to a "hotspot" for my dogs. I have been waking up to walk my dog for about three weeks now. How did my grandpa do it? As my dogs sniffed the ground, I think of my grandpa who had stage three lung cancer and how he woke up every day to walk the dogs. The same grandpa who worked his entire life, toiling over open flames in restaurants his entire life, even took it upon himself to religiously exert what little strength he had to keep the dogs happy.
I continue our little stroll around the neighborhood and let them to do their business. We make our way through two more blocks in the rain. I do not like how wet I am, but my dogs love the cool weather. When we arrive home, my dogs yet again tussle with me to take their leashes off. They look down with sobbing puppy eyes, expressing their discontent that our walk is over.
I am dripping wet and tired, even before my day begins. My uncle bought these dogs. At times, I question, "Why do I have to take care of them? I never wanted them. Could not he take care of them? No. He was always on a business trip or stayed up late into the night. Maybe my grandma could walk them? No.She is too elderly and could not handle Max's roughhousing." As I go to the dryer, I see a little memorial my family made for my grandpa after he passed away. Looking at it, I thought, "You know what, if he could do it, so could I. Just take it as it is and just do it." I am honored that I get to wake up early and walk the dogs. I turn back and look at Max and Sasha. They smile back at me as a thank you for walking them.
I woke up at 6:00 AM to the call of the alarm clock: a teenager's nemesis. I put on my black Adidas sweatpants and pick out a random Jesuit t-shirt. As I walk downstairs, my dogs, Max and Sasha, hear my footsteps and proceed to bark, making sure that I know that it was time to walk them. Looking out the window, I see today's forecast was typical of Oregon: high in the mid forties, low of thirty, and rain, lots of rain.
Max and Sasha greet meet with their usual unconditional giddy and jumping. The two do not stay still as I leash them and instead progress to sniff and lick me. Walking outside, I inhale the fresh morning air; my dogs enjoy the fresh air too as I see their breaths fog up. We walk to the end of the block and proceed to turn right to a "hotspot" for my dogs. I have been waking up to walk my dog for about three weeks now. How did my grandpa do it? As my dogs sniffed the ground, I think of my grandpa who had stage three lung cancer and how he woke up every day to walk the dogs. The same grandpa who worked his entire life, toiling over open flames in restaurants his entire life, even took it upon himself to religiously exert what little strength he had to keep the dogs happy.
I continue our little stroll around the neighborhood and let them to do their business. We make our way through two more blocks in the rain. I do not like how wet I am, but my dogs love the cool weather. When we arrive home, my dogs yet again tussle with me to take their leashes off. They look down with sobbing puppy eyes, expressing their discontent that our walk is over.
I am dripping wet and tired, even before my day begins. My uncle bought these dogs. At times, I question, "Why do I have to take care of them? I never wanted them. Could not he take care of them? No. He was always on a business trip or stayed up late into the night. Maybe my grandma could walk them? No.She is too elderly and could not handle Max's roughhousing." As I go to the dryer, I see a little memorial my family made for my grandpa after he passed away. Looking at it, I thought, "You know what, if he could do it, so could I. Just take it as it is and just do it." I am honored that I get to wake up early and walk the dogs. I turn back and look at Max and Sasha. They smile back at me as a thank you for walking them.
