College essay: very broad prompt

“In the personal statement, applicants have an opportunity to present themselves creatively, in a way that would not otherwise appear in the application. The statement provides the opportunity to showcase critical thinking and analytical skills in a creative format. Many students begin this statement with an anecdote about themselves, their family, a unique time in their lives, their discipline, or the world around them. An anecdote allows a writer to give a strong narrative opening, hooking the reader in the first paragraph by providing a unique slice of life which can illustrate both the applicant’s individuality and thoughtfulness.”

It's 4 o'clock and I'm on my couch digging my hands through the cushiony seats, my hands searching for the remote. I really should be doing homework but this is far more important.

My family's old so-not-a-flat-screen tv shows a familiar face. An African lady with a short updo is cheerfully walking into the the stage. The crowd has a variety of races, mostly women. 4 o'clock was the time of day where I'd get my daily dose of deep thinking that made you go "aha".

See, I was only 11 when I started to watch the Oprah show, National Geographic, Animal Planet and many interesting and diverse TV shows. Kids my age were often watching a yellow sponge and a pink dimwitted starfish for 3 hours. Since I could remember my thirst for knowledge has always been something that made me tick. Most kids would read "Captain Underpants" while I would be borrowing some Charles Dickens. Of course a dictionary would come along with it. Most kids would talk about cars and toys, while I enjoyed sharing my fun facts on how there was a Gorilla named "Koko" who knew sign language .  I liked to tell stories. Most kids would play with other kids in the neighborhood, while I'd be stuck inside my house because my parents were over protective. I would be stuck writing consuming thoughts in my journal: thoughts like "could I make enough money to buy a space ship before I die?" This is what kid of child I was. I'd like to think that of my way of thinking as a child contributed positively to the well-oiled machine I am today.

My world was colorful as a child and today I try my best to scrape what's left on my palette. I've been introduced to so many things that have challenged my love for learning.

Life instead became the ocean, slowly eroding away the foundation of my inspiration. It only has been recent that I found my muse and now I can see in color. I know what I want to do. I want to venture out into the world and see how a new environment can change me. How I, under the different pressures will evolve intro a new and complete person. As a child I always loved math and hoped one dy to be an engineer to create and innovate. I want to lean, thrive and do what I love for a living. I believe that I can find this in Colombia Univeristy.

Word Choice Graphic

Frantically, Millie scurried towards safety shuffling her feet almost falling down. Moments later an explosion filled the air ringing her hearing. Black evil looking clouds rose into the air making her breathing hard.

College essay question

UCLA

UC Berkley

Columbia University

UC Berkey's essay/prompt:
1. Explain the world you came from-- for example, your family, community, or school. And tell us how Your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.

2. Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment that makes you proud and how does it relate to the person that you are?

CA- Poster Draft

Becoming of Age Draft

I’m walking down unfamiliar but beautiful territory with my out-of-the-box shoes, and new bag. I can’t help but clutch dearly unto the blue material that hangs close to me. I try to stride coolly tilting my head up hoping that people don’t look at me funny. I scold myself, “I can do it! Calm down, its only your first day.” Indeed it is, but I can’t help but feel anxious, anticipating the next classes where I’ll meet the people that will be with me throughout my high school career. An irritating ring fills the crisp summer air reminding me how at this time, I could be sleeping. Before I could take a look at my schedule the sound of hundreds of student’s footsteps resound. I make my way quickly on the side so that I don’t embarrassingly block the way. I find out my classroom and I stride, stride.

I open the door and air-conditioned air brushes my face. I see a couple of people in their seats, no one close to each other conversing. I slowly walk over to an empty table and I see a short Japanese lady smiling at me. I smile back greeting her nervously— she’s probably my CAP teacher. I take a good look at the people in the room, like everyone else they’re just sitting there. Thinking. Maybe they were thinking about if they were going to make friends. Wait, they probably have friends and I’m the only one who’s talking to myself like this. I take out my schedule trying to look busy.  I never really had to make friends all my life, until this day. I grew up with the same people and everyone was friendly. Social skills: I have them but being in a new environment and new people, I get self aware of how I speak and how I look.

“Class! Welcome to your CAP class you’ll be having this class for your four years in high school…” My mind drifts, “Four years, I wonder if there’s anyone here who I’ll end up hanging with. That’s if I’m not scared to start a conversation.” The teacher interrupts my thoughts, “Okay, we’re going to head to the gym where we’re going to have an assembly with the sophomores.” 

As I walk into the gym with my class, there are tons of people. I squirm my way unto the bleachers people left and right bumping me and conversation is all I hear. I sit in the minimal ventilated room and listen to my thoughts. I have to start a conversation. I look to the right to me and there’s a girl next to me, I remember she’s my CAP. She was on her phone or something. I have to do something that I’ve never done before. “Just say hi, my goodness.” But all at once all my thoughts and fears come down on me. What if she thinks I’m weird? What if I can’t carry on the conversation? What if there’s something on my face? I wipe my face. “Just do it Adara, no big deal. You’ll regret it if you don’t”. “Hi, you’re in my CAP right? I’m Adara.” The girl stares at me blankly, and then turns into a smile. “Hey! I’m Alex.” I finally did it! “Cool.” …Now what? “So, what school did you come from?” I think quickly. Very smart, she probably went to Salt Lake. “Actually I’m from Aiea and I went to Aliamanu.” “So how’d you get your G.E.?” I ask eagerly. I was actually getting somewhere. “I’m in this thing called meneMAC.” A light bulb lights up. I start to get excited. “Really?! Me too!” And the rest was history.

From this event on forward I started to develop into a different and better kind of person. I started to slowly become comfortable and confident with myself. I can introduce and talk to new people. I came a more independent person because I was alone. I learned that if you put away your doubts and worries and go for the things you want, you will far. 

Blog Revision Thoughts

My freshman blog, and my Sophomore blog have completely distinguished each other as two blogs that have been manned by different people. As you can see, although the blog has changed in design the blog now and the blog before were similarly simple. My Sophomore blog I can say has more color and life into it, just like I am now. I used to be shy and quiet in my freshman year always self conscious about my actions when in reality, the littlest actions did not matter. I'd also like to point out the parallel between my past and current blog titles. My freshman title was "Deliberated Thoughts", this showed that in my Freshman year all my thoughts were thought out really well and hard. In essence, I wanted perfection, what others define "well thought of". I was hesitant in expressing my thoughts on a different level. Now my title says quietly but boldly, "Thoughts Expressed". This means that now my thoughts from now on are expressed, unfiltered, and raw. Of course though, it will be written well. These are my thoughts on my blog revision.

Mini Essay

The government should only be blamed for injuries of people depending on the situation of the event. It was said that David Potts, 44, of San Anselmo, California was reportedly dancing around a blowhole at Maui’s popular Nakalele Point.  The place has started a controversy about who should be responsible for warning visitors about the place’s dangers: the government, or the landowner. It is said that there has been warning signs prior to entering the place. But I believe that no one has considered another part to all of this: common sense. Just after one day after Potts’ accident a man named Paul Tam Mai, 22, of Sunnyvale, California was killed when a wave knocked him off a rocky cliff of another location. Is it the government’s fault that people are dying? Maybe it is simply because people have no common sense and are not paying attention to the possible consequences that are the outcome of their actions. All I can say is that when there is a warning sign, people should take it seriously.