Essay About Hard Experience

1. List and briefly describe the two most significant distinctions or awards you have earned at university/college/CEGEP, or upper years in high school.

From meet to meet I would improve, but from meet to meet, the incessant throbbing in my hip became more apparent. Finally, I reached my tipping point. At the Niles West meet, right as we all were starting to take off, I felt that familiar throb on my right hip. . I tried to maintain my speed, but soon I fell behind. As I saw their ponytails swing further and further away, I began to feel the amount of stress I had put on my hip.

As I stepped on the bright red and black mats, I could hear my heart beating through my chest. I sat there stretching my arms while attempting to memorize my techniques. The thought of forgetting a technique or part of my form paralyzed me with fear. Uncertainty ran through my head. Questions like, “what if I freeze and don’t know what to do?” and, “what if I can’t defend myself from the black belts?”. I began to regret spending time outside instead of practicing more. I knew I had to perform the techniques as best as I could. A few minutes passed, all five of the black belts

I landed face first. As I collected the pile of papers scattered around me, I cringed and briskly glanced at the unfamiliar faces fixated on my every move below the narrow landing of the school stair case. I briefly questioned whether I was in a cliché high school film before I was brought back to the reality of my freshman year by a stranger who yelled at me to move so she could get to class. As I fumbled back up on my feet and trudged to my sixth period class, my thoughts lingered on the unsurprising nature of this turn of events. Only two weeks earlier I tumbled to the ground in the middle of a half marathon. This clumsiness was not a new development. My evident lack of coordination had loomed over me since childhood, memorialized by the

Adrenaline was rushing through every vein in my body granting me immunity from doubt and logic. I tuned out the distracting clattering of my brother and the disappointed sigh from my mother as she heard my shrieking. Working with my teammate, Garen, we held back at the final turret. Delightfully murdering minion after minion, I slowly built up my courage. Suddenly one of the enemy champions wandered a bit too close for his sake. I grinned instantly planning to stun him. My hands moved as if by magic, the exact movements had become muscle memory. I used my right hand to place the cursor expertly over his poor head; in a split second, I had struck down on the "E" key stunning him. I smugly smiled; his health was about to drop instantly by 370hp after I landed my attack. Suddenly, my teammate jumped on the opportunity. As a close range attacker, he had gambled his life to flash into unsafe territory. I remained behind supporting to the best of my ability. Anxiety flooded my previously excited body; he had made it awfully effortless for us to be ambushed. Swiftly, Lux and Trundle emerged from the shrubbery on either side of us. My brain froze; my heart dropped to my

It's a hard knock life. Dogs are scary. Babies are afraid that they will drown them in slobber. They already know that their chubby cheeks are cute. Grandmas need to stop pinching their cheeks. Babies need to be changed, please, it's so uncomfortable for them. They are sorry about that, but they can't help the smelly mess. I cannot describe for them how hard it is being a baby.

I have always loved watching the Rocky films. There is something about the brutish drive of a boxer that draws my respect. When his vision is blurring, and the crowd is whirring, and his conditioning proves insufficient, the fighter has to find a will to win. This transcendent drive is a tool that I have used throughout my lifetime. It has spurred my achievement and has taught me to obliterate my perceived limitations, just as Mr. Balboa did in countless bouts against ominous obstacles and foes.

On the night of October 6, 1998, Matthew Shepard was brutally beaten and left to die tied to a fence in Laramie, Wyoming. This event brought much attention from the media and controversy that affected the city of Laramie forever. The once close-knit and joyful community turned into a town of crime, filled with hate in the eyes of the media. This is just one example of how a traumatic event can drastically change a community, whether it be affecting the people or the town itself. Even though the town of Laramie was obviously negatively affected, the murder also forced the people of the community to realize their problems and to talk about it. This shows how a community suffering the effects of a disaster can also turn it into a reason to change themselves for the better. Although a traumatic event can bring hardship to the people it affects, the community can bring from that tragedy positive changes such as addressing and working on their problems, bringing the people together, and realizing what they have and being grateful for it.

Four years ago I took my first Tae Kwon Do black belt test. I had trained to get to that point for five years. When I was preparing for my test, I would have never guessed the amount of

A great person once told me that I should consider becoming a writer because they believed that I could create great stories, but as I grew older I realized that the road to becoming a writer wouldn’t be the best choice for me, so I dedicated myself to becoming a book worm instead. It has been a struggle to connect my ideas and sentences together on a piece of paper, but I love the stories of other people due to the fact that they are actually better writers than me. My reading and writing experiences have been in a fluctuating state most of my life because I have the state of mind that essays are pointless time wasters, my love for reading overpowers writing by a long

I gestured. Max was an astonishing instructor, he showed me how to punch effectively all the way to an cartwheel over somebody shoulder to instantly place them into a lock hold. Max said I caught on quickly for somebody that never figured out how to battle.

“Last time I pinned her and she cried!” said a old competitor of mine, Lazarus, with a nasty smile spread across his face. His friends laughed and continue on.

The values of Cornell are strikingly similar to the founding principles of Taekwondo. I volunteer over two hours every day as a kyo-sa-nim, the Korean title bestowed upon an Instructor. One of my responsibilities is to show new students how to properly enter the dojang: first standing at attention at the doorway, saluting to the flag of our country, and executing a three-second bow, the traditional gesture of respect. A simple enough task, I find this routine extremely

They key year of my journey from white belt to second-degree black belt were arduous! It took a lot of discipline to stand and sit still, and physically give it my all to do it right. After all if Ralph Macchio could do it for a mere movie, I should be able to martial arts for my own sake; this is my life after

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.