Stats: 3.52/170, applying all over the T20
Thanks in advance for your help.
speedyj88 wrote:It's getting later than I had initially anticipated submitting my applications so I hope this draft is finally worthy of submitting. I've read it so many times I practically have it memorized so I'm not sure if any of the sentences are wordy or awkward.
Stats: 3.52/170, applying all over the T20
Thanks in advance for your help.I woke up from my surprisingly light sleep and prayed, before opening my eyes, that I would find myself anywhere but again in solitary confinement. I begrudgingly sat up in bed and looked around to discover the same four sterile looking walls that had contained me for the previous four days. For four days, I was not allowed to leave my room, I had no human contact, and my only glimpse of the world outside my 6x9, plaster white room was the tiny black television hanging from the peeling ceiling. Everyday was occupied by monotonous routine. I would wake up, brush my teeth, and wait patiently for the knock at my door indicating the delivery of my one meal for the day. The rest of my day was spent simply sitting in bed flipping through inane day-time television, and hoping that another I-Dream-of-Jeanie marathon was on.
Today though, was the end. Today, I was to be released, allowed to return to my normal life, the only thing different a hospital bracelet and a new brand to career around: cancer survivor.
After a marathon four months of lab results, ultrasound scans, blood tests, consultations, and invasive surgery, today was my last day of radition therapy; as such, it was my last day of isolation. I didn’t know it at the beginning of my fight with cancer, but my journey to recovery would be more than one of physical transformation; beating cancer required a significant mental and personal transformation as well.
During my first college semester, I was a seventeen year old with a naïve outlook on life. A mere four months later, I couldn't even recognize myself.
A few months earlier, on what was an otherwise ordinary school night, my father called me, saying, “_____, we need to talk.” I groaned silently and wondered what my parents could possibly need to talk to me about. I debated the possible scenarios and prepared explanations as I made my way downstairs. I flopped carelessly onto our couch and worked a crooked smile on my face as I asked, “Yes, Dad, what did you want to talk to me about?”
After easing me into the situation, he laid down the bad news, “your biopsy results came back positive. The doctors diagnosed you with thyroid cancer.” At that moment, I felt helpless and desperately out of control. In the coming days, I struggled to come to grips with the hardship I had to face. Fortunately, my tendency to maintain a positive attitude, even through adversity, allowed me to view this as an opportunity to test my mental and physical endurance. It was a learning process, I told myself; a way to find out how much I could stand. And if I prevailed, any future roadblock would always pale in comparison to this. I would always know that after cancer, nothing could truly be in my way.
The following months were a whirlwind of trying to balance all the doctor’s visits and my new college workload. I fought desperately against the demands of my treatment, sometimes missing weeks of class at a time, in order to continue performing in school to the best of my abilties. I reminded myself again that this was just a test. I had to win. I managed to focus complete on my work, ignoring all outside temptations, like time with my friends or opportunities to relax.
Later, my time alone in isolation allowed me to reflect back upon my experiences and decide what this success really meant for my future. A future that I had fought so hard to keep. Fighting cancer had demonstrated to me the fleeting nature of life, and how precious every moment was. It is for this reason that I made the conscious decision to become as involved in my education as possible, throwing myself into a multitude of organizations on campus that I felt any passion for. I became involved in greek life on campus, joined a pre-law honors society, competed for the Marshall School of Business case team in New Zealand, and wrote a by-invitation-only honors thesis, savoring every moment of each challenge and pushing myself to further success.
Through my fight with cancer, while being in college, I have learned to endure and make sacrifices while working towards an end goal, all the while convinced that every goal I have in mind is achievable after the my triumph over cancer. It is this very commitment that I hope to bring to my legal education. I know I will enjoy accepting the challenge of law school, and thrive as I battle every new obstacle to a success I am already dedicated to achieving. I am a survivor, and I have defeated the threat of death itself; what else could stand in my way?
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