College Admissions Essay: My Greatest Source Of Failure

Riding a unicycle is probably pretty interesting. I originally wanted my parents to get me a pogo stick for christmas because they never got me one when i was little, but they couldn’t find an adult sized one in their budget. So they figured something else that is equally strange would suffice, and it really seemed to fit my personality.The reason I started my essay with a reference to my unicycle is because it shows some good aspects of my character. Since riding a unicycle took multiple months for me to master, it shows that I am persistent, even if I fall a few times. Though riding a unicycle is interesting and fun, it’s not my main priority. I’m extremely passionate for film and theatre, and there are a few things about me that really do a fantastic job at getting me ready for a career in acting.

Has your body ever left your mind so far behind a thick, veil of the spider web you’ve woven, to escape the dreams that have become realities, when in fact, it is merely a dream and not actual fact…

When I sat down and read this prompt, I thought it was the worst prompt that could ever put on the list because it made me feel so vulnerable and weak. I was asking myself why would I admit to people, especially college admission officers that I had actually failed at something, not just one but plethora? I thought wouldn’t they look down on me for that, knowing that I’m not always successful at what I do? At the same I thought to myself, what is Failure? Is it not measuring up to standards or simply making an attempt without achieving the desired outcome?

They say that there is nothing to fear but fear itself, yet I tend to disagree. Our world is packed full of things to be afraid of. As a child, we are afraid of the dark or monsters hiding underneath our beds; but, as we grow with wisdom and age, those fears become bigger and more worldly. We fear things like terrorism or illness. The fear that consumes me most is that my best might never be enough.

Just as there are noteworthy examples of excellent college essays that admissions offices like to publish, so are there cringe-worthy examples of terrible college essays that end up being described by anonymous admissions officers on Reddit discussion boards.

From reading this book it reminded me of a viral video that circulated the internet about a young teen named Casey Heynes who fought back after getting severely bullied all his life over his weight. In 2011 a video was uploaded to the internet of Casey slamming down one of the bullies who was picking on him. The next day the video had touched millions all over the world and Casey became a part of many documentaries and interviews. Casey states that after many years of getting picked on he had to do something about it and fight

Throughout elementary school, our teachers and parents always told us to remember the expression “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”. This expression is often used when someone insults another person verbally by calling them a derogatory name. Calling someone names like ugly, fat, and stupid are all examples of common verbal abuse and is also an example of taunting someone. When we are verbally abused by someone, we are taught not to make a big deal about it until it becomes physical abuse. However, sometimes when someone is verbally abusing you, you can’t do so. In school, we are taught many things, but learning to pick yourself up after feeling down and

Every day, every one, in the world goes through a challenge, big or small. They affect and impact us significantly. They change the way we think, love, act, and approach or do things. Challenges either frighten or motivate us, but they are what make us the person we are today.

Throughout my life I have battled against mayor struggles. Struggles which to some may seem like it was nothing and to others it may look like it`s a horrible situation. My entire childhood I lived in my home country of Puerto Rico, and honestly had never thought about the outside world. As time passed, the more crime progressed to levels that could never be seen in America. Crime had become unbearable and unescapable, so much that stepping on someone’s shoe on accident would lead to that person shooting you or threatening to do so. I as a child could see what was happening, and I could see how my countries problems had affected me greatly. Shootings right behind my house almost every day, 9-year-old`s bringing guns and pocket knives to school, people breaking in to my school to kill students selling drugs. The biggest problem that affected me was that my father, being a kind-hearted man, risked his life to save two students who were

As I sit on my bed weakened and dying I want to say that I despair the fall. I have hated this miserable time of the year ever since I was growing up. It reminded me of death and I would have never thought it would actually bring me to the end of my life. I will recount what happened,but I want to re-emphasize that no matter if I go to heaven or hell, I hope to God that I will not see those leaves falling off the town’s beautiful trees, the snow endlessly falling, and the dread of loneliness that this season brings.

This forced me analyze my life thus far, to recognize my fears and what I hold dear. It’s only been sixteen (one month till seventeen) years in this carcass, but I already feel like an entire life has flown by. It was like a prerequisite of actually watching my life flash before my eyes. This project was nice to sit back and look at what a social mess I am (one of my most favorite pastimes). But also, only being sixteen, I don’t hold what many would believe to be true values, dreams, fears, and identity. Nevertheless, this is what I have so far.

What you see is not always what it is. We learn to perceive what we're looking at, and we get used to how things are supposed to be. I was always fascinated by the illusion pictures that at first glance is strikingly simple to guess what it is, if you give more attention to detail you see another picture in it. What inspired me the most and made me a curious person was how missing one detail can change the whole outlook of the picture – just as missing one aspect from patient’s evaluation can lead to a wrong diagnosis. This taught me the importance of thoroughness in doing anything in my life. My meticulous nature has been an incredible driving force behind who I am

If I were to be asked what my biggest fear is, my answer would be failure. I say this with great pride because although it may be a lot of people’s fear, it has been my fear since the day that I understood the concept of life and what our purpose is on this planet. Dating back to my family’s previous generations, education has everlastingly been the topic of discussion at any given time. When my grandparents were my age, they did not have the money or the ability to get into college and therefore were unsuccessful with their careers. My father, at my age, was the first person in our family to finish high school and advance to college, where he received a bachelor’s degree in business. In my generation, I am the first of my family to graduate

If you asked the younger version of myself what failure was it would have included not earning straight A’s or not turning in my homework on time. Little did I know, the meaning of failure is not always as innocent as those days on the playground. The moment I entered junior year, I knew I discovered the world was filled with more diverse forms of what failure meant.

Failure was something that hasn’t hit me hard until high school came into my life. However failure did not affect me when it came to school work. I took the stress of school work knowing that no matter what, I was going to make it into college and succeed into becoming a computer engineer. This terrible feeling of failure came from the very idea of not being able to be there for my friends when they need me the most. I went into high school with the idea of being the perfect friend to anyone that needed it.