College Admissions Essay-Personal Narcission

I could have done better. I believe that I can always improve and get better. The Power of an Insecurity is one of my least favorite essays that I’ve ever wrote. It was an essay that I felt nervous while writing, as I was now in a college class. I have my losses in this paper and I have my victories, but my ability to better myself in my writing is always improving.

We were silent the rest of the way. The mouth of the canyon was approaching fast, like a monster getting ready to swallow me whole. As we enter the canyon there was the feeling of dread, like someone or something is hiding in the shadows and was going to drag you into it's depths if you get too close.

The next area we started off towards was called The Sonoran Desert National Park. In the park there was a steep hiking trail that led into the rocky and desolate mountains above. As I neared the peak of the mountain, I began to see caves that had been inhabited long before I was alive. In each of the spacious caves there were clusters of what is left of their villages. The walls, a majority of them still standing upright, were made from stone from the

Caves, damp and cold, can be dangerous places. Explorers have been known to lose their sense of direction and light sources, leaving them lost, helpless and facing death without rescue. Though many different lessons can be interpreted from Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, the parable describes the human nature to confuse reality and illusion. It brings to light that a real metaphysical world exists independent of human experience and observation (the world of the “Forms”). Plato uses the Allegory of the Caves to illustrate his view; knowledge gained through the senses is no more than opinion.

I run through the darkness, the rustling of leaves beneath my shoes, and the whispers of my friends penetrating the silence, that hangs around us like a fog. Above us, the moon gleams like a jewel, a single, watchful eye peering down on us, from the infinite black. We have been running for a while, inexorably, through the brambles, as nimble as cats. We reach the fence. Cold, and intimidating, it looms above us. Slowly, one by one, we begin the treacherous descent, down the muddy slope, holding the fence; our fingers grasp the cold, metal wires, desperately trying not to fall. Our eyes are filled with terror at the sight before us, as we reach the bottom… A tiny plank stretches across the river; a churning, raging torrent of water.

“Just one more mile”. These words resonated throughout the confines of my mind, antagonistic to a conscience that only screamed for me to stop. Despite the cold winter air that promised only a world of agony in continuing my endeavor, my conviction to improve my physical endurance for the upcoming wrestling season far outweighed my fear of physical pain. With this conviction, I ran the dreaded sixth mile of my daily workout regimen. Although the strength training derived only from lifting weights at a gym would be ideal in conditioning my body for the wrestling season, gym membership was not so readily available for an individual like me, who came from a modest family of humble socioeconomic background that could not afford such a luxury. In spite

When he tried to interpret the ambient sounds, all he could hear was the drip, drip, drip pounding on his skull. He could feel the water boring into his skull, and now understood how this incessant type of action could wear down a rock, carve out vast canyons from the earth, and make you feel like you had to take a

I’m tapping away at my iPhone’s screen during the announcements for the latest Interact windbreaker orders, fidgeting in fierce anticipation until the horrendously slow internet decides to load; several of my friends sit beside me in the auditorium in Raider Hall, and are too, maneuvering through their phones for their recently uploaded grades. This zeal is manifested by the fact that throughout my life, the importance of the academics had been imposed upon me, and inevitably, I succumbed to its rigorous demands. And as such, I hold a tendency to compare the product of my work to that of my peers. These peers, to say the least, interpreted the competitiveness as somewhat conceited.

Narcissists are the namesakes of the legendary Greek boy that fell in love with his reflection in a fountain. Narcissus was so enamored with the face in the fountain that he confessed his feelings of love. The boy waited for a response that never came. Narcissus stayed by the fountain unable to eat or drink, eventually dying.

I will admit I am too hard on myself. I am very industrious, and talk to a limited amount of people. I strive to excel in whatever my objective is to accomplish, but I've been described to put others before my own needs. How I would describe myself is to the point: I am impatient, industrious, loving, compassionate, hard working, excelling, willing to learn, and Godly.

Reaching out slowly I went to skim the top of the water with my long fingers, before I could make contact with the pool however, my long wavy ebony hair fell in front of my face. Plunging into the water. I held my breath in fearful anticipation, waiting for something to happen. I leaned over the pool watching as my black hair emerged deeper into the water. Strangely, no ripples danced across the water, and even stranger, the image of the door was even clear than before. Suddenly, I felt the grip my knees had in the soft pearly beach surrounding the intriguing pool begin to slip. Frantically, I waved my arms and tried to lean backwards to resist my imminent fall into the pool. It was to no avail however, for I was thrust into the cold water, robbing me of breath. I clawed for the surface, but a mysterious weight kept pulling me down into the unnatural deep pool. I let out a silent scream and opened my eyes ignoring the stinging pains of the cold salty water. The inky darkness I expected gaze upon in my final moments was not there however, instead an image of the door from before was all I could see. The picture multiplied and soon I was surrounded by doors upon doors, as if I was in a room full of mirrors, and I knew not what was real. My chest began to burn as the pressure on it increased and finally I could no longer deprive myself the instinct to breath any

Jeff, I truly appreciate your post and would like to offer you my experiences with the narcissist and change within my business. I had a boss who was a narcissist but could not see it in himself even after given many examples. He truly had dreams of being in control of everything and wanted everyone to admire how smart he was (Kinicki & Fugate, pg. 444). I had met him prior to him becoming my boss and I knew he was a Naval Academy graduate and for some reason, in my experiences they are either really good, thinking of others before themselves or really bad and they are the ultra narcissist. In this case I inherited the later. His bragging about how smart he was and his need to micro-manage everything became old very fast. The examples given

One year ago, I embarked on a week long expedition in the Mojave Desert of California. On the third day of the trip I decided to spend the night completely alone. As the sky burned with vibrant orange of the setting sun, I left my group with optimism and the prospect of adventure. The landscape was stark and unforgiving and without light my progress was slow. The further I went, the less I recognized but my stubborn resolve outweighed by intuition to turn back. As the sky continued to darken, the temperature dropped. The terrain only grew more challenging and my confidence completely vanished. I was lost.

From a young age, I have always been interested in sports and have been involved with many martial arts including taekwondo, kung fu, and Brazilian jiu-jitsu the later of which has become my love and passion. Even though I was involved with martial arts, by no means did I look physically in shape. When I was young, I was made fun of because of my size and weight. The constant teasing took a toll a on my psyche and, eventually, became my biggest insecurity. This insecurity became a huge shadow on my life and I began to notice that I let it define me: that I let it limit me and I used it as an excuse for my failures. Eventually, I decided that if I wanted to change how I looked then I would have to change my lifestyle. Instead of letting these

My wanderlust has brought me to venture to multitude of places throughout my life so far. Having visited the Swiss Alps, Mount Seorak in South Korea and even Mount Kinabalu from back home, had always left me with an impression of how awe-inspiring Mother Nature is. Other than that, I have also ventured into numerous caves such as Gua Tempurung and Gua Niah; it was while venturing the latter was where I realized my passion for Geology. It was my first ever experience caving and I remembered turning off my flashlight and imagining how people – actual, ancient, living – people occupying these caves. I remembered only hearing the faint sounds water dripping from the stalagmites and the echo of footsteps from afar. For this reason, I realized my love for nature and I would be glad to spend the rest of my life to preserve these sites for generations to come