personal statement help- Mammoth mountain
Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:29 pm
This is my first draft with a couple of look-overs. I'd like to cut some stuff out for length reasons, but am unsure on what info to utilize or if I even should. Thanks in advance for your critiques and advice.
It is 8:45 a.m. on a very dark and snowy Wednesday. The temperature outside is seven degrees, with an overnight snow accumulation of twenty-three inches. Already dressed in an arsenal of winter attire, I am at my destination. I unstrap from my snowboard, pick it up, and start my way up the already established boot pack.
Forty-five minutes later, winded, I am at the top of the Hemlocks debating on two lines. One snakes through a maze of trees and the other leads me off a rock into a fifteen-foot drop. I choose the trees. After an array of “s-” and “z-” like turns, I make it through. The next thing to happen consists of me doing cartwheels for ten feet, followed by a nice hike out of the place I just got stuck.
Up until this time I juggled multiple jobs, was the first in my immediate family to gain a Bachelor’s degree, and travelled for business. Yet, at the end of every situation, it felt that I was doing cartwheels and getting stuck.
Growing up in Las Vegas, I was fascinated with gaming at an early age.I started to deal table games. This was a steady job with a nice wage. During this time I became affiliated with a California based clothing company known as Volcom. This affiliation opened my eyes to an array of outside ideas. In the off-times between work and school, the company would include me on trips all over the United States. Eventually, I fell in love with California. My goal became to reside there.
Once graduation came around, I made the move and started to become more involved with Volcom. Due to a prior driving infraction, I could not be insured to drive company vehicles. This prompted the move to Mammoth Lakes. After the move, the infraction was resolved and removed from my record.
Mammoth Lakes, California, is home to one of the most elite ski resorts in the world: Mammoth Mountain. Because of my time spent at Volcom, Mammoth and my snowboard have grown to become two very valuable assets to me. Volcom introduced Mammoth and its residents to me, and vice versa. This company allowed me to easily transition. They continued to show support, by sending product in support of my outdoor lifestyle. After the move, my world changed. I had no more prior engagements. I started working at a coffee shop and spent increasingly more time outside. This is when the value of Mammoth and my snowboard became invaluable to me.
I have been lucky enough to explore Mammoth and its surrounding mountains for the past two years. Hiking to and skiing spots I never thought imaginable, and making new life-long friends has been an incomparable experience. In return, I have fallen in love with the mountains and their vast array of wilderness. Even shoveling my car out from under ten feet of snow and chasing bears away from trash carries some charm. Mammoth and my snowboard have also been very beneficial in the battle with my weight. While here I dropped over one hundred pounds and moved myself out of the diabetic range. This is something I have been struggling with for over fifteen years. Resulting in me being the smallest I have been since sixth grade. Needless to say, the weight loss is also arming me with new confidence and energy.
I have learned the importance of the natural elements found in the mountains and what they provide: life, color, season change, and serenity, to name a few. It’s a giant cycle, that we cannot do without. I have been lucky enough to jump off a thirty foot rock into nothing but pillows of snow, knowing the powder will transform and provide an amazing fishing season in a couple of months.
About a month ago, we had one of the better storms of the season. This weather allowed me to return to the top of the Hemlocks. This time with more preparation, and a new confidence, I choose the rock-drop line. What a different scenario. I slowly make my way to the top of the rock, find the spot, and point it. In the air everything seems surreal; I drop my right hand and reach for a grab. Letting go of my board I stomp! Still pointing it with the speed I have from dropping the rock. Well over a season later, I have now gained the ability to maneuver my way through the snow with out worrying about the treacherous cartwheels.
I am now ready to take the simplicity, patience, and focus I have gained from living in the mountains and utilize it in my drive to succeed - minus the cartwheels.
It is 8:45 a.m. on a very dark and snowy Wednesday. The temperature outside is seven degrees, with an overnight snow accumulation of twenty-three inches. Already dressed in an arsenal of winter attire, I am at my destination. I unstrap from my snowboard, pick it up, and start my way up the already established boot pack.
Forty-five minutes later, winded, I am at the top of the Hemlocks debating on two lines. One snakes through a maze of trees and the other leads me off a rock into a fifteen-foot drop. I choose the trees. After an array of “s-” and “z-” like turns, I make it through. The next thing to happen consists of me doing cartwheels for ten feet, followed by a nice hike out of the place I just got stuck.
Up until this time I juggled multiple jobs, was the first in my immediate family to gain a Bachelor’s degree, and travelled for business. Yet, at the end of every situation, it felt that I was doing cartwheels and getting stuck.
Growing up in Las Vegas, I was fascinated with gaming at an early age.I started to deal table games. This was a steady job with a nice wage. During this time I became affiliated with a California based clothing company known as Volcom. This affiliation opened my eyes to an array of outside ideas. In the off-times between work and school, the company would include me on trips all over the United States. Eventually, I fell in love with California. My goal became to reside there.
Once graduation came around, I made the move and started to become more involved with Volcom. Due to a prior driving infraction, I could not be insured to drive company vehicles. This prompted the move to Mammoth Lakes. After the move, the infraction was resolved and removed from my record.
Mammoth Lakes, California, is home to one of the most elite ski resorts in the world: Mammoth Mountain. Because of my time spent at Volcom, Mammoth and my snowboard have grown to become two very valuable assets to me. Volcom introduced Mammoth and its residents to me, and vice versa. This company allowed me to easily transition. They continued to show support, by sending product in support of my outdoor lifestyle. After the move, my world changed. I had no more prior engagements. I started working at a coffee shop and spent increasingly more time outside. This is when the value of Mammoth and my snowboard became invaluable to me.
I have been lucky enough to explore Mammoth and its surrounding mountains for the past two years. Hiking to and skiing spots I never thought imaginable, and making new life-long friends has been an incomparable experience. In return, I have fallen in love with the mountains and their vast array of wilderness. Even shoveling my car out from under ten feet of snow and chasing bears away from trash carries some charm. Mammoth and my snowboard have also been very beneficial in the battle with my weight. While here I dropped over one hundred pounds and moved myself out of the diabetic range. This is something I have been struggling with for over fifteen years. Resulting in me being the smallest I have been since sixth grade. Needless to say, the weight loss is also arming me with new confidence and energy.
I have learned the importance of the natural elements found in the mountains and what they provide: life, color, season change, and serenity, to name a few. It’s a giant cycle, that we cannot do without. I have been lucky enough to jump off a thirty foot rock into nothing but pillows of snow, knowing the powder will transform and provide an amazing fishing season in a couple of months.
About a month ago, we had one of the better storms of the season. This weather allowed me to return to the top of the Hemlocks. This time with more preparation, and a new confidence, I choose the rock-drop line. What a different scenario. I slowly make my way to the top of the rock, find the spot, and point it. In the air everything seems surreal; I drop my right hand and reach for a grab. Letting go of my board I stomp! Still pointing it with the speed I have from dropping the rock. Well over a season later, I have now gained the ability to maneuver my way through the snow with out worrying about the treacherous cartwheels.
I am now ready to take the simplicity, patience, and focus I have gained from living in the mountains and utilize it in my drive to succeed - minus the cartwheels.