Critique Rikku's statement, please!
Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 9:06 pm
Okay, I hope it's not apparent that I have basically have no idea what I'm doing. This is my very first attempt at a personal statement and I completely will shred the entire thing if need be. I quickly reviewed it for spelling/grammar, but I'll look back at that more seriously after I know how much of it I can salvage. I just need a little direction (and I can definitely take criticism, so hit me with your best shot!) Thank you so so much!
EDIT: It's also short, I know. It was 700 words, but I cut it down since I heard statements are supposed to be 500 words. It's like 550 now.
She wasn’t Kermit the Frog. She wasn’t the Wicked Witch of the West. But at that moment, the green shade of Jessa’s face was somewhere between forest and fern.
She was one of my regulars at the Speaking Lab, a free service sponsored by the college designed to assist students with public speaking. Standing in front of the chalkboard, shuffling her notes and looking as if she wanted to sink into the floor, she mumbled through her presentation on why students should join Greek life, with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner on his way to the electric chair. This was her third visit to the Speaking Lab in a week and she continued to stutter, whisper, and stare at every spot in the room other than the chair I, the audience, was sitting in. But I wasn’t worried.
I had worked for the Speaking Lab as a tutor since my freshman year at *undergrad college*, and Jessa was by far my favorite client. Public speaking didn’t come easy to Jessa, but she never gave up. She wanted to be a broadcast journalist. I remember telling her that as long as she kept coming back, I would be there waiting to help her. We worked together, sometimes long after my shift was over, going over the speech again and again. Soon it wasn’t just her challenge; it was also mine. I recorded her speeches and gave her the tapes to study. I made up handouts and sample outlines for her to use. In return, she visited the lab at least once a week, every week until the end of the semester. When my boss came by to tell me it was time to close, we would beg her for a few more minutes. Just a little more. Just a little further. Our joint efforts paid off. She brought up her grade to a respectable B+.
I respect that kind of motivation and strive to incorporate it not just in my work, but also in my studies, hobbies, and dreams. I completed the rigorous requirements of the Honors program at my college, a program only 5% of the class of 2010 graduated from. It meant more than a few sleepless nights at the Math Lab, where the tutor became the tutored, but I was not about to let the extra math requirements stand in my way. The summer before my senior year, I trained for a triathlon. It was a first for me, and every day I’d come back home sunburned and sore, but eventually, the biggest hill in my neighborhood could not wear me out. I could ride seven miles on my bike without getting winded. Then eight. Then nine. I always knew I could go just a little further if I tried.
“Just a little further” will be my theme for law school. I am currently completing an internship in the Public Defender’s office and this experience has cemented my desire to become a lawyer. It will not be easy, but I know from experience what can happen if I push myself. Jessa’s B+ and my seven miles may not seem like life changing events. But those little things are what I’ll be thinking about on my first day of law school. Simple wins, small victories, and proof of what can be achieved through hard work.
EDIT: It's also short, I know. It was 700 words, but I cut it down since I heard statements are supposed to be 500 words. It's like 550 now.
She wasn’t Kermit the Frog. She wasn’t the Wicked Witch of the West. But at that moment, the green shade of Jessa’s face was somewhere between forest and fern.
She was one of my regulars at the Speaking Lab, a free service sponsored by the college designed to assist students with public speaking. Standing in front of the chalkboard, shuffling her notes and looking as if she wanted to sink into the floor, she mumbled through her presentation on why students should join Greek life, with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner on his way to the electric chair. This was her third visit to the Speaking Lab in a week and she continued to stutter, whisper, and stare at every spot in the room other than the chair I, the audience, was sitting in. But I wasn’t worried.
I had worked for the Speaking Lab as a tutor since my freshman year at *undergrad college*, and Jessa was by far my favorite client. Public speaking didn’t come easy to Jessa, but she never gave up. She wanted to be a broadcast journalist. I remember telling her that as long as she kept coming back, I would be there waiting to help her. We worked together, sometimes long after my shift was over, going over the speech again and again. Soon it wasn’t just her challenge; it was also mine. I recorded her speeches and gave her the tapes to study. I made up handouts and sample outlines for her to use. In return, she visited the lab at least once a week, every week until the end of the semester. When my boss came by to tell me it was time to close, we would beg her for a few more minutes. Just a little more. Just a little further. Our joint efforts paid off. She brought up her grade to a respectable B+.
I respect that kind of motivation and strive to incorporate it not just in my work, but also in my studies, hobbies, and dreams. I completed the rigorous requirements of the Honors program at my college, a program only 5% of the class of 2010 graduated from. It meant more than a few sleepless nights at the Math Lab, where the tutor became the tutored, but I was not about to let the extra math requirements stand in my way. The summer before my senior year, I trained for a triathlon. It was a first for me, and every day I’d come back home sunburned and sore, but eventually, the biggest hill in my neighborhood could not wear me out. I could ride seven miles on my bike without getting winded. Then eight. Then nine. I always knew I could go just a little further if I tried.
“Just a little further” will be my theme for law school. I am currently completing an internship in the Public Defender’s office and this experience has cemented my desire to become a lawyer. It will not be easy, but I know from experience what can happen if I push myself. Jessa’s B+ and my seven miles may not seem like life changing events. But those little things are what I’ll be thinking about on my first day of law school. Simple wins, small victories, and proof of what can be achieved through hard work.