College Admissions Essay: The Power Of An Insecurity

Overcoming my timidness may not seem like such an important deed, but when I look back, I recognize how much it held me back. The fear of speaking up crippled me and caused me to be unable to speak my mind. The black hole that consumed my life was my own insecurity. I started my first year of high school perfectly content living without a voice, as long as I was not the center of attention, I was at peace. During my junior year, I decided that it was finally time to face my challenge head on. I did the one thing that scared me most, I ran for treasurer for both the senior class and National Honors Society. At the time I made the decision, I knew that an important part of being an officer was speaking in front of my peers and teachers. I made

After being bullied a great deal in middle school, I stepped into freshman year of high school with a lack self-esteem and trust in myself. I didn’t believe I could make top ten percent in my class, I didn’t believe I could pass the Pre-AP classes my parents had signed me up for and, I didn’t believe I could make friends. The most amazing thing about this, was that not only did I prove to myself that I could succeed at everything that I had once doubted myself in, but my experience in regaining my self-esteem completely changed my personality and created the person I am today.

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.

My “best” piece is my rhetorical analysis written about a high school senior’s controversial yearbook picture. I feel that this essay in particular is the best one I wrote because it demonstrates both my strengths and weaknesses as a writer. This essay was one of the more difficult ones to write. At the beginning of the semester we focused on primarily on personal writing, “showing not telling” and the use of colorful language. For this essay, however, we focused on the academic knowledge, logic and criticism aspects of writing. Admittedly so, I disliked writing this essay. Writing this essay was a new experience for me because I had never focused on the negative aspects of someone else’s work. Re-reading my essay multiple times after receiving feedback from you made me question myself.

The LBC event I attended this weekend was, the play “The Boy Who Loved Monsters and The Girl Who Loved Peas”. I attended the showing on Saturday at 7pm to 8pm. The play took place at the Sponberg Theatre. My reflective essay is about my experience with this play and comparing it with things I have experienced in life so far. Throughout the many different aspects of life, such as, school, family, friends and etc. Although it was for the younger audience there were some points throughout, that made a lot of sense to the more adult crowd.

Sideout! It’s game point against Taft High School, our League rival, and I am screaming and cheering at the top of my lungs. You would expect me to be cheering so loudly because I am on the court with my fellow starters, but I am actually sitting on the bench. Most of my teammates riding the bench with me are sulking and cursing our coach for not letting them contribute to our victory. I, on the other hand, pride myself on being the most vocal and supportive player on the team, whether on or off the court.

The city of New York is where I reside, mostly when I'm not flying around the world in my elegant, exclusive, exorbitant jet; I'd always mention with a wink. I'm living the dream. Waking up to the warmth of the sun as my alarm, the view of the alluring country from my apartment and Mr. Awares, my butler the man who dresses me... haha okay, I’m not that lazy. Where do I see myself 10 years from where I stand now? A question I could never answer until 10:03pm or was it 10:05pm? Well, who knows, I fell asleep.

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.

It was the first essay I could freely write my what I thought and get a grade based on my work and not the teacher’s opinion. Also, it was a great experience looking up information and learning more about my topic. Nevertheless, I struggled with the fact that I couldn’t use second person point of view in my essay. The piece I did not enjoy writing as much as the other ones is Comparison/Contrast because I could not understand many things about American football since I do not watch this sport at all because I think it is a pointless

The way I imagine it, no matter what age or stage you’re at in life, looking toward your future is a daunting task; which is how I currently feel. Sitting in the bedroom of my parent’s house, thinking about the future that lies ahead of me, I’m simply taken back. The days of the calendar come and go, a semester of school ends while another begins; life transpires before you like a Broadway play. But sometimes we have the opportunity to step back, and take a look at our own life and where we stand within it. This moment came to me recently while sitting in class, my professor, speaking of our future, told us to “wrap your soul around it.”

I love almost anything that has milk in it. Cream cheese, iced coffee, milkshakes, and cheese . But unfortunately the universe is against me and has decided to make milk irritate my asthma. So whenever I eat something with a reasonable amount of milk product in it, one of two things occurs. Situation one- I am completely fine and can go about my day knowing I have won this round against a weird cow byproduct. Situation two- The strange cow liquid/solid choses to take control of my throat and lungs, causing me unable to breathe normally for a while, and usually ruining a small part of my day. In fact before writing this, I ate a rather small amount of chocolate ice cream that decided to give me a cough and a itchy throat as revenge. Regardless, I have survived to tell the tale and because of my choice, a small part of my life has been improved.

This year I have done a lot of wanting. A lot of wishing. Wanting things that cannot be and wishing that my current situation would immediately and drastically transform into an entirely alternate experience. Wanting things that can no longer be. To be in want.

At the age of 9 everyone had started losing confidence in me. I’m in the top school in the state and also back on my feet again, literally. Confidence and determination linger out of my body in excess at moments in my life. Learning to be confident and determined to follow my instinct and advice of others who care for me is a hard process. It has paved the way I am to this day as a person.

The purpose was more of that it is okay to take risks and be courageous when it comes to a problem and don’t be afraid to do something, take a leap of faith and do what you have to in order to get by. For my story the audience was more directed towards adults, more specifically drug addicts and young adults who are curious about trying new drugs. The purpose was simple I thought, that was to first not take drugs, and lastly don’t trust people who you do not know for there are bad people out there who seem good, like the doctor. One change I made in the story included changing the setting so it was in a big city and not on a farm. I thought the big city was more of a place where you would find helpless/homeless people and drugs. Another big change I made was to have Jack and his mother not have a happy ending like the original and have them learn the lesson the hard way. This represented how drugs can make someone learn the hard way of what is right and wrong. Also, another change was the giant was more friendly in my story as he was supposed to represent God. I wanted to keep Jack’s personality of being adventurous and curious because I thought it represented young adults being curious like how Jack was in the original. I wanted to keep the mother quite like the original because I thought it shows more of the side where she was sick and helpless. Overall, I thought that the changes were more fitting to the story and the lesson that was to be learned of not trusting people, even when one is the most

“Sometimes, the person that hurts us the most is ourselves.”, a saying that my dad uses frequently when consoling me. Walking down the hallways, I typically hear people talking about how they hate their appearance, they’re not good enough for anyone...and so forth. Although these kinds of conversations can never be stopped, I do believe that as a student council, we can make a difference in our classmates’ lives. One goal that I will forever have in mind, is helping everyone at SHS learn how to love themselves.