Personal Statement- Please Help
Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:02 am
Any comments or suggestions would be greatly appreciated....
As we drove away I looked out the back window to see the whole village standing there waving goodbye. This would be a lasting memory etched in my mind. I had spent two days living amongst the Aetas, an indigenous community in the most remote mountains of the Philippines. They are the earliest inhabitants of the Philippines, and maintain their traditional way of life. Their small village consisted of several bamboo cabins and a large communal farm. The Aetas have no concept of money or land ownership, and survive by sustenance farming.
The villagers were extremely hospitable asking me questions about myself and the U.S. as well as answering many questions of my own. Despite a language barrier, I was able to learn a lot about their culture and way of life. The villager elders told me how they have struggled to maintain their way of life against social and economic changes. Much of their land has been taken over by miners and loggers, who tricked the Aetas into parting with their land since they were ignorant of modern laws.
My interactions with the Aetas was life changing because it had opened my eyes to a world, primitive yet happy. Their way of life and their unique perspective on things was polar opposite to everything I had grown up with. They showed me a sense of duty to your community as a collective, and a new way to view equality and justice. Everything I learned from them allowed me to see things from a new perspective.
My eye opening experience with the Aetas was representative of my trip throughout Southeast Asia as a whole. I began backpacking in Malaysia traveling up the west coast all the way into Thailand. I visited remote islands as well major cities, trying to experience as much of the different cultures as possible. Next I crossed over to the Philippines to retrace my family lineage. My mother grew up on a rice plantation in a rural province north of Manila. I met many relatives for the first time, and they told me stories about my ancestors and my mother’s growing up. I was grateful for my family, and I admired my mother for her long and improbable journey to America. Going from a village where there were more cows than cars, to a bustling city like New York was not an easy feat. The tempo of everyday village life was much slower and their customs were unfamiliar to me, but I learned how to adapt to a foreign environment. While exploring the village, for the first time I was exposed to abject poverty. Many villagers lived in bamboo shanties with no indoor plumbing and very minimal shelter against the elements. These images of the third world were startling. It was a wake up call telling me the opportunities afforded to me were not available to everyone, and I should not waste them.
By the time I flew back to the U.S. I had been to four different countries in two months, traversing thousands of miles. I had stayed in bustling cities and tiny villages, in hotel beds and beds made of sand while starring up at the stars. My travels opened up my eyes to the world as it really was, exposing the good and the bad. Beautiful skies and clear blue oceans were contrasted with the plight of the poor. The fate of the Aetas and the multitude of shanty villages, have forged my ambitions to seek justice for the disadvantaged and those that have been treated unfairly.
Traveling through the third world all alone, was dangerous yet rewarding. With a language barrier and often traveling through crime laden areas, the only safeguard against threat was through smart decisions and responsibility. The only person who was going to take care of me, was me. This matured me as an individual and has made me more self-reliant. These qualities will help me succeed under the pressures of law school. I look forward to taking this next step in my life, and will use the life-lessons acquired through my travels in Asia as motivation and guidance in pursuit of a Juris Doctor.
As we drove away I looked out the back window to see the whole village standing there waving goodbye. This would be a lasting memory etched in my mind. I had spent two days living amongst the Aetas, an indigenous community in the most remote mountains of the Philippines. They are the earliest inhabitants of the Philippines, and maintain their traditional way of life. Their small village consisted of several bamboo cabins and a large communal farm. The Aetas have no concept of money or land ownership, and survive by sustenance farming.
The villagers were extremely hospitable asking me questions about myself and the U.S. as well as answering many questions of my own. Despite a language barrier, I was able to learn a lot about their culture and way of life. The villager elders told me how they have struggled to maintain their way of life against social and economic changes. Much of their land has been taken over by miners and loggers, who tricked the Aetas into parting with their land since they were ignorant of modern laws.
My interactions with the Aetas was life changing because it had opened my eyes to a world, primitive yet happy. Their way of life and their unique perspective on things was polar opposite to everything I had grown up with. They showed me a sense of duty to your community as a collective, and a new way to view equality and justice. Everything I learned from them allowed me to see things from a new perspective.
My eye opening experience with the Aetas was representative of my trip throughout Southeast Asia as a whole. I began backpacking in Malaysia traveling up the west coast all the way into Thailand. I visited remote islands as well major cities, trying to experience as much of the different cultures as possible. Next I crossed over to the Philippines to retrace my family lineage. My mother grew up on a rice plantation in a rural province north of Manila. I met many relatives for the first time, and they told me stories about my ancestors and my mother’s growing up. I was grateful for my family, and I admired my mother for her long and improbable journey to America. Going from a village where there were more cows than cars, to a bustling city like New York was not an easy feat. The tempo of everyday village life was much slower and their customs were unfamiliar to me, but I learned how to adapt to a foreign environment. While exploring the village, for the first time I was exposed to abject poverty. Many villagers lived in bamboo shanties with no indoor plumbing and very minimal shelter against the elements. These images of the third world were startling. It was a wake up call telling me the opportunities afforded to me were not available to everyone, and I should not waste them.
By the time I flew back to the U.S. I had been to four different countries in two months, traversing thousands of miles. I had stayed in bustling cities and tiny villages, in hotel beds and beds made of sand while starring up at the stars. My travels opened up my eyes to the world as it really was, exposing the good and the bad. Beautiful skies and clear blue oceans were contrasted with the plight of the poor. The fate of the Aetas and the multitude of shanty villages, have forged my ambitions to seek justice for the disadvantaged and those that have been treated unfairly.
Traveling through the third world all alone, was dangerous yet rewarding. With a language barrier and often traveling through crime laden areas, the only safeguard against threat was through smart decisions and responsibility. The only person who was going to take care of me, was me. This matured me as an individual and has made me more self-reliant. These qualities will help me succeed under the pressures of law school. I look forward to taking this next step in my life, and will use the life-lessons acquired through my travels in Asia as motivation and guidance in pursuit of a Juris Doctor.