Prompt: Tell us about a time when you failed. How did you react? What, if anything, did you learn?
I need to add more to the conclusion but I don't know what else to say without being redundant. Also please help with grammatical errors and give your feedback! Thanks :)
As a six year old, the frustration that came from milk spilling from the carton early in the morning was irksome. This drove my mother up the wall and she would clean up after me as I ran out the door running after the bus, late and empty-stomached. This whole milk spilling business only started occurring after the milk cartons that we regularly purchased from Costco were remodeled. A new square-edged carton with a wide circle opening replaced the conventional milk carton design and this modification, of course, drastically changed a six-year-old's mornings.
I decided to write a persuading letter to the CEO of Costco to return to the original design of their milk cartons. Spending weeks drafting my letter, I wrote in my neatest cursive handwriting which I had just learned in class and searched the address to which I would mail my request. After precisely sticking on the thirty seven cent stamps on the envelope and licking the sticky glue to seal it shut, I propped up the red flag on the mailbox and sat by my window until the mailman came to pick it up.
Days passed on that window sill where I would sit there patiently waiting for the mailman to come. Nothing came. The milk cartons in Costco remained the same and I was disheartened "No one takes a six-year-old's plea seriously," I thought. This memory remains fresh in my mind today, but it casually made its way to the back of my mind at that time.
Several years later, my curiosities shifted from why Costco would do such a thing as to change their milk carton design to why some religious holidays were recognized nationally while those under my religion were not. This time I decided to send a letter to President Bush. Still a naïve child, I drafted a letter listing demographic statistics and numerous convincing reasons as to why Hindus should be recognized. The red flag was propped up, and I sat by the window sill.
Days passed on that window sill waiting for the mailman to come. Nothing came. "I guess the President has better things to do," I thought, once again disheartened.
My mother realized my disappointment after putting weeks of effort into proposals that went unrecognized. "Better to have tried and failed than have never tried at all," she said. I did not think much of it at that age but looking back at those times, they taught me lessons about initiative and perseverance that I did not know of. I learned about these two qualities through a personal interest to make a change in the world rather than having to complete an assignment.
I need to add more to the conclusion but I don't know what else to say without being redundant. Also please help with grammatical errors and give your feedback! Thanks :)
As a six year old, the frustration that came from milk spilling from the carton early in the morning was irksome. This drove my mother up the wall and she would clean up after me as I ran out the door running after the bus, late and empty-stomached. This whole milk spilling business only started occurring after the milk cartons that we regularly purchased from Costco were remodeled. A new square-edged carton with a wide circle opening replaced the conventional milk carton design and this modification, of course, drastically changed a six-year-old's mornings.
I decided to write a persuading letter to the CEO of Costco to return to the original design of their milk cartons. Spending weeks drafting my letter, I wrote in my neatest cursive handwriting which I had just learned in class and searched the address to which I would mail my request. After precisely sticking on the thirty seven cent stamps on the envelope and licking the sticky glue to seal it shut, I propped up the red flag on the mailbox and sat by my window until the mailman came to pick it up.
Days passed on that window sill where I would sit there patiently waiting for the mailman to come. Nothing came. The milk cartons in Costco remained the same and I was disheartened "No one takes a six-year-old's plea seriously," I thought. This memory remains fresh in my mind today, but it casually made its way to the back of my mind at that time.
Several years later, my curiosities shifted from why Costco would do such a thing as to change their milk carton design to why some religious holidays were recognized nationally while those under my religion were not. This time I decided to send a letter to President Bush. Still a naïve child, I drafted a letter listing demographic statistics and numerous convincing reasons as to why Hindus should be recognized. The red flag was propped up, and I sat by the window sill.
Days passed on that window sill waiting for the mailman to come. Nothing came. "I guess the President has better things to do," I thought, once again disheartened.
My mother realized my disappointment after putting weeks of effort into proposals that went unrecognized. "Better to have tried and failed than have never tried at all," she said. I did not think much of it at that age but looking back at those times, they taught me lessons about initiative and perseverance that I did not know of. I learned about these two qualities through a personal interest to make a change in the world rather than having to complete an assignment.
