Critique, please?
Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 8:27 am
Tell me what you think! Be as vicious as possible.
"The Greek term “Θηρόποσα Χείρ,” (pronounced the-ruh-poo-sah ky-air) roughly translated means “An assisting hand.” It serves as the maxim for my fraternity, Theta Chi, of which I have been a member for the last four years. And in those four years, since hearing it for the first time at my initiation ritual, I’ve recited this maxim, walked past it etched on our wall, and stamped it on our letterheads hundreds of times.
I’ve spent much of my collegiate career immersed in Greek life, from working with the InterFraternity Council, other Greek organizations, and of course my own chapter. With that experience, I’ve come to the conclusion that in all honesty, not much separates one organization from the other, at least immediately. Sure, some excel in academics, others recruiting. Some have 100 members, some 5. However, if I lined up ten different fraternity men from across campus, provided all their background information, grades, social status, campus involvement, community service hours, etc. and asked another member of campus with knowledge of Greek life to guess which house they belong to, I doubt they’d be able to get more than a couple right. What influences a person to join one fraternity and hate another, may come down to something as simple as being a legacy or knowing an active member from high school. As for the symbolism, the rituals, and ideals which a fraternity is supposed to be founded upon, they tend to be an afterthought. Likewise for my fraternity, the motto of the Assisting Hand, and all our other symbols, which surely bore some meaning during our founding in 1856, stay reserved for wall decor and chapter ritual, and play little to no factor in someone's decision to join.
However, in my experience, although short of shouting my fraternity’s Greek nomenclature from the rooftops, I have actively lived the ideal of the ‘Assisting Hand,’ and more importantly I’ve received it numerous times. I joined my fraternity, in fall 2009, a very green 18 year old who still couldn’t give you proper directions to the local bookstore, and just as my college career was beginning my father was laid off from his job. At that point I was at a critical juncture, needing to decide whether I should continue school, incurring severe expenses I didn’t want to burden my family with at the time, or return home and plan from there. At my father’s behest I remained enrolled, and continued my academic pursuits. It was then, at one of my darkest hours, that my brothers extended the Assisting Hand. They were more than understanding of my financial situation, and they kept me involved, helped me purchase books, and most of all provided the friendship and support that carried me through that first year.
However, such gestures go beyond just fraternal bonds; I’ve received an assisting hand in one form or another my whole life. My parents are Ethiopian immigrants who fled their country amidst civil turmoil and political upheaval. Being sponsored by an Illinois church, my parents came to the US, living in the basements of sponsor families. By the time I was born, both my parents were working two jobs, and my father was simultaneously going to school. My siblings and I were raised on church and hand me downs, while my parents worked to keep us afloat and find us a permanent home. There is no way my family would be where it is today, nor would I be writing this essay, were it not for the generosity and support of others. Whether it was financial hand outs, lending us clothes or furniture, or even helping us buy food, my family realized the American dream due in large part to the members of our community extending their helping hands.
Because of this experience, I’ve learned to be humble, and I’ve tried to repay the generosity received by succeeding to the best of my ability in all of my endeavors. I’ve put it on myself to owe it to those who invested in me, to ensure that they receive a return on that investment. In my academic performance, in my leadership and professional endeavors, and now in my pursuit of law school, I want to prove that my parents struggle and the support of my brothers and loved ones was not all for naught. However, most of all, I’ve learned the best way to repay those who lend you an assisting hand, is to be ready to extend it as well when the opportunity arises. I live the motto of an Assisting Hand to the best of my ability, whether it be my countless hours of community service or being there for someone that really needs it. As a future attorney, I want to be able to use my skills to come to the aid of others. My drive is fueled not only by years of struggle, but also from seeing first hand the influence intelligent and compassionate people are capable of. I have a genuine interest in the law and its practice, and I want to utilize it so that I too can help pull others from the fire of adversity.
I suppose our Greek symbolism may have lost some of its importance over time after being constantly recited for decades and being casually stamped on all of our merchandise and documents in assembly line fashion for so long. However, I don’t believe that makes it any less meaningful. The fact is, I didn’t need to join a fraternity to learn the ideals of charity. On the contrary, I believe our motto applies to all members of the community, and it is emboldened when we live its message in our day to day interactions. Its inherent value has shaped who I am today, who I’ll be as a law student, and who I’ll become as a practicing lawyer; and I embrace the future not just with an extended hand but open arms."
"The Greek term “Θηρόποσα Χείρ,” (pronounced the-ruh-poo-sah ky-air) roughly translated means “An assisting hand.” It serves as the maxim for my fraternity, Theta Chi, of which I have been a member for the last four years. And in those four years, since hearing it for the first time at my initiation ritual, I’ve recited this maxim, walked past it etched on our wall, and stamped it on our letterheads hundreds of times.
I’ve spent much of my collegiate career immersed in Greek life, from working with the InterFraternity Council, other Greek organizations, and of course my own chapter. With that experience, I’ve come to the conclusion that in all honesty, not much separates one organization from the other, at least immediately. Sure, some excel in academics, others recruiting. Some have 100 members, some 5. However, if I lined up ten different fraternity men from across campus, provided all their background information, grades, social status, campus involvement, community service hours, etc. and asked another member of campus with knowledge of Greek life to guess which house they belong to, I doubt they’d be able to get more than a couple right. What influences a person to join one fraternity and hate another, may come down to something as simple as being a legacy or knowing an active member from high school. As for the symbolism, the rituals, and ideals which a fraternity is supposed to be founded upon, they tend to be an afterthought. Likewise for my fraternity, the motto of the Assisting Hand, and all our other symbols, which surely bore some meaning during our founding in 1856, stay reserved for wall decor and chapter ritual, and play little to no factor in someone's decision to join.
However, in my experience, although short of shouting my fraternity’s Greek nomenclature from the rooftops, I have actively lived the ideal of the ‘Assisting Hand,’ and more importantly I’ve received it numerous times. I joined my fraternity, in fall 2009, a very green 18 year old who still couldn’t give you proper directions to the local bookstore, and just as my college career was beginning my father was laid off from his job. At that point I was at a critical juncture, needing to decide whether I should continue school, incurring severe expenses I didn’t want to burden my family with at the time, or return home and plan from there. At my father’s behest I remained enrolled, and continued my academic pursuits. It was then, at one of my darkest hours, that my brothers extended the Assisting Hand. They were more than understanding of my financial situation, and they kept me involved, helped me purchase books, and most of all provided the friendship and support that carried me through that first year.
However, such gestures go beyond just fraternal bonds; I’ve received an assisting hand in one form or another my whole life. My parents are Ethiopian immigrants who fled their country amidst civil turmoil and political upheaval. Being sponsored by an Illinois church, my parents came to the US, living in the basements of sponsor families. By the time I was born, both my parents were working two jobs, and my father was simultaneously going to school. My siblings and I were raised on church and hand me downs, while my parents worked to keep us afloat and find us a permanent home. There is no way my family would be where it is today, nor would I be writing this essay, were it not for the generosity and support of others. Whether it was financial hand outs, lending us clothes or furniture, or even helping us buy food, my family realized the American dream due in large part to the members of our community extending their helping hands.
Because of this experience, I’ve learned to be humble, and I’ve tried to repay the generosity received by succeeding to the best of my ability in all of my endeavors. I’ve put it on myself to owe it to those who invested in me, to ensure that they receive a return on that investment. In my academic performance, in my leadership and professional endeavors, and now in my pursuit of law school, I want to prove that my parents struggle and the support of my brothers and loved ones was not all for naught. However, most of all, I’ve learned the best way to repay those who lend you an assisting hand, is to be ready to extend it as well when the opportunity arises. I live the motto of an Assisting Hand to the best of my ability, whether it be my countless hours of community service or being there for someone that really needs it. As a future attorney, I want to be able to use my skills to come to the aid of others. My drive is fueled not only by years of struggle, but also from seeing first hand the influence intelligent and compassionate people are capable of. I have a genuine interest in the law and its practice, and I want to utilize it so that I too can help pull others from the fire of adversity.
I suppose our Greek symbolism may have lost some of its importance over time after being constantly recited for decades and being casually stamped on all of our merchandise and documents in assembly line fashion for so long. However, I don’t believe that makes it any less meaningful. The fact is, I didn’t need to join a fraternity to learn the ideals of charity. On the contrary, I believe our motto applies to all members of the community, and it is emboldened when we live its message in our day to day interactions. Its inherent value has shaped who I am today, who I’ll be as a law student, and who I’ll become as a practicing lawyer; and I embrace the future not just with an extended hand but open arms."