Personal Statement Critique...
Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 12:13 am
I would really appreciate some feedback on my personal statement. Currently it's about a paragraph or two above the allowed limit. Still working on making the essay more concise as a whole. Have no idea on what to throw out just yet. The conclusion is definitely on the rough side right now. Working on a stronger overall conclusion.
Much appreciated!!
It was the year of 1999, and the month was September. At the age of nine, a feeling of being ostracized is most of what I can remember. It was this very month and year when my family and I first arrived at this place famously known as the land of opportunities. Although we were all thrilled for this new journey, feelings of consternation were inevitable as we approached closer to the states, chasing that American dream to fulfill our dreams. Little did I know that this excitement would soon turn into frustration and anxiety when I was to begin elementary school upon my arrival. Starting the 4th grade is a positive journey for many kids, except for me, who did not know a syllable of english. Being born in Austria, I possessed fluency in German, while also being fluent in my mother language, Punjabi and Hindi, as I am of Indian Asian ethnicity. Here I was on this venture to learn a 4th language at this foreign place. I did not want to begin school until I could communicate at least at the novice level. Without much hesitation my parents decided to enroll me into the 4th grade a month after classes had begun. The following 10 months of the 4th grade for me were equivalent to my 4 years of high school. The amount of information, knowledge, criticism, getting bullied, being an outsider, random outbursts of tears, and sleepless nights that I digested that year was just enough for me to go insane. Only I know what I went through that very year with my emotions all over the chart. I know for certain that if my parents were not there for me every step of the way to motivate me, teach me, encourage me, and push me, I would not have the drive to succeed that I posses today. With such amazing support, I was able to not only pick up the english language at an adequate level, but also passed the class with above average grades in my first year of schooling in the United States. Upon arrival of my grade report just weeks before summer break, I remember tears in the eyes of my mother, and my father clearly trying to control his emotions. I hugged them both with such a great feeling of accomplishment, as if I had just graduated from a doctorate program. My father looked at me and says in Punjabi, “Son, you did it, you really did it, you made me one of the proudest fathers in the world today. You do realize that right?”. Not saying anything back I quickly hugged my father while tears were flowing down my cheeks rapidly. In my head I remember making a promise to myself to try my hardest to maintain that same priceless look on my parents face.
This positive feeling of accomplishment was all I needed to further ride the wave towards success, with my surfboard being my parents, who without, I would have no wave to ride. I had an intrinsic drive to succeed beyond expectations because I knew it was possible. My parents always stressed to me the importance of an education, something they were unable to receive given their conditions in India. I knew then and I know now, as they continue to push me to do my very best, that they have nothing to gain from this, it is all for my benefit alone.
In 2001, I went to study in India for a full academic year as a 6th grade student. It was this experience that took my drive to succeed and appreciation of receiving further knowledge, that led me one step closer on the path to receiving a successful education. Within this year I learned to respect my teachers and appreciate the books we learned from, something that I was not exposed to in the states. As the year came to an end I began to perceive my teachers as gurus and my textbooks as bibles. This attachment made to teachers and books was one of the fundamental values the school focused on educating us on. They stressed to us the fact of not being able to engage in the material fully until we built that appreciation towards the books, and people who further promote that material to us. Such lessons in India has made learning and studying more fruitful for me as years progressed. There was really no direct methodical approach to this style of learning, but merely a unique way to perceive it.
Coming back to the states in 2002 with an improved mentality helped me further achieve great results in middle school, focusing solely on the best I can be. Coming back a year after the tragic event of 9/11 did not serve to my benefit, as I was continuously harassed and bullied, as the color of my skin had a negative connotation. Many times I would think of just skipping school in order to get a full day of peace and quiet, without being harassed. Expressing my feelings to my parents was exactly what I needed to avoid making such a rash decision. They told me to watch for such actions or decisions, as they quickly become habits. My parents told me to remain strong and positive throughout my struggles in middle school. They further advised me to forget these everyday predicaments, as they are minor obstacles, like speed bumps, which will indeed slow you down, but should never stop you from achieving the desired goal. My father was the type who always put things into perspective for me; where he said that if he had made such rash decisions in his life, our whole family would currently be in India working ten hour shifts on a daily basis, receiving minimal pay and little, if any, education. Stories such as these were perhaps essential for me at the time, which gave me a chance to reevaluate my ambition and goals. I realized that my job of merely excelling in school was little to nothing compared to what my father went through to provide food and shelter for my family.
My freshmen year of high school was finally a prosperous time for me as I began to feel very comfortable with the english language and made new friends with ease. I was very fortunate to join my high school wrestling team my freshmen year, which taught me many things that would help me not only in school, but also in the real world. I learned and adapted the positive habits of being punctual, maintaining a high level of self motivation, and setting realistic short term and long term goals for myself. I was named captain of my wrestling team my junior year of high school, where I was granted my first leadership position. In this role I had to learn to always maintain a positive attitude and strong work ethic in practice and tournaments, not for personal gains, but for my fellow teammates, who would in turn be motivated to continue to strive to be the best they can be. A few months later I was elected to be president of the german club. I was filled joy and gratitude to be worthy enough to be elected president by the club members. I handled the job with much dedication and hard work outside of school in attempts to set up various fundraisers, plan german club field trips, and participate in community service events. Here I was, this kid who came from Austria at the age of 9, who did not know English, someone who was rejected by his peers throughout elementary and middle school. Yet here I was, proudly standing as a captain of my wrestling team, and president of our german club.
I come from the religion of Sikhism. The term Sikh in Sanskrit refers to a student or disciple. From this I have always accepted and thrived on the fact that I will always be a student no matter how far I get in life. I believe I will always learn from someone or something, because I firmly believe the process of learning does not stop at any point. I do not believe that there is a peak on the amount of knowledge one can consume. Everyone has unique experiences in life, lessons they have learned, outcomes that were presented, and new information that was learned from such outcomes. There are roughly 7 billion people in the world, with 7 billion distinct individuals who have learned a multitude of things based on countless unique experiences. Many of us have a story to tell, and all of us can learn, or at least, take away one thing we did not know before. I believe this way of life can keep individuals away from the evils of being arrogant and egoistical to a point where they begin to mentally block out relevant information that is not aligned with their views or beliefs. I have gradually developed a firm belief in this process as I have lived on 3 different continents where I met people who varied in personality, tradition, religion, beliefs, and their socioeconomic status.
I remember when I received my admission letter to UCR in the spring of 2008. It was deja vu for me as I was once again fortunate enough to see that very look on my parents face as I barged into their room with excitement to know how ecstatic they would be. It was very exciting for me to be accepted to one the top 10 diverse university in the entire nation. I believe deep down it gave me a sense of serenity to know there will be individuals who vary in culture, religion, and personality. I want to be accepted to your law school because I know I have the drive to succeed and the motivation to become the best lawyer, not only because I have the capabilities and support, but because I want to see that very priceless look on my parents face a few more times in my lifetime, once when I get accepted and the other upon graduation from your prestigious university. I will be bringing to your law school that one new unique voice and diversified experiences to further progress as an individual to meet my life and career goals.
Working on something for a stronger conclusion...
Much appreciated!!
It was the year of 1999, and the month was September. At the age of nine, a feeling of being ostracized is most of what I can remember. It was this very month and year when my family and I first arrived at this place famously known as the land of opportunities. Although we were all thrilled for this new journey, feelings of consternation were inevitable as we approached closer to the states, chasing that American dream to fulfill our dreams. Little did I know that this excitement would soon turn into frustration and anxiety when I was to begin elementary school upon my arrival. Starting the 4th grade is a positive journey for many kids, except for me, who did not know a syllable of english. Being born in Austria, I possessed fluency in German, while also being fluent in my mother language, Punjabi and Hindi, as I am of Indian Asian ethnicity. Here I was on this venture to learn a 4th language at this foreign place. I did not want to begin school until I could communicate at least at the novice level. Without much hesitation my parents decided to enroll me into the 4th grade a month after classes had begun. The following 10 months of the 4th grade for me were equivalent to my 4 years of high school. The amount of information, knowledge, criticism, getting bullied, being an outsider, random outbursts of tears, and sleepless nights that I digested that year was just enough for me to go insane. Only I know what I went through that very year with my emotions all over the chart. I know for certain that if my parents were not there for me every step of the way to motivate me, teach me, encourage me, and push me, I would not have the drive to succeed that I posses today. With such amazing support, I was able to not only pick up the english language at an adequate level, but also passed the class with above average grades in my first year of schooling in the United States. Upon arrival of my grade report just weeks before summer break, I remember tears in the eyes of my mother, and my father clearly trying to control his emotions. I hugged them both with such a great feeling of accomplishment, as if I had just graduated from a doctorate program. My father looked at me and says in Punjabi, “Son, you did it, you really did it, you made me one of the proudest fathers in the world today. You do realize that right?”. Not saying anything back I quickly hugged my father while tears were flowing down my cheeks rapidly. In my head I remember making a promise to myself to try my hardest to maintain that same priceless look on my parents face.
This positive feeling of accomplishment was all I needed to further ride the wave towards success, with my surfboard being my parents, who without, I would have no wave to ride. I had an intrinsic drive to succeed beyond expectations because I knew it was possible. My parents always stressed to me the importance of an education, something they were unable to receive given their conditions in India. I knew then and I know now, as they continue to push me to do my very best, that they have nothing to gain from this, it is all for my benefit alone.
In 2001, I went to study in India for a full academic year as a 6th grade student. It was this experience that took my drive to succeed and appreciation of receiving further knowledge, that led me one step closer on the path to receiving a successful education. Within this year I learned to respect my teachers and appreciate the books we learned from, something that I was not exposed to in the states. As the year came to an end I began to perceive my teachers as gurus and my textbooks as bibles. This attachment made to teachers and books was one of the fundamental values the school focused on educating us on. They stressed to us the fact of not being able to engage in the material fully until we built that appreciation towards the books, and people who further promote that material to us. Such lessons in India has made learning and studying more fruitful for me as years progressed. There was really no direct methodical approach to this style of learning, but merely a unique way to perceive it.
Coming back to the states in 2002 with an improved mentality helped me further achieve great results in middle school, focusing solely on the best I can be. Coming back a year after the tragic event of 9/11 did not serve to my benefit, as I was continuously harassed and bullied, as the color of my skin had a negative connotation. Many times I would think of just skipping school in order to get a full day of peace and quiet, without being harassed. Expressing my feelings to my parents was exactly what I needed to avoid making such a rash decision. They told me to watch for such actions or decisions, as they quickly become habits. My parents told me to remain strong and positive throughout my struggles in middle school. They further advised me to forget these everyday predicaments, as they are minor obstacles, like speed bumps, which will indeed slow you down, but should never stop you from achieving the desired goal. My father was the type who always put things into perspective for me; where he said that if he had made such rash decisions in his life, our whole family would currently be in India working ten hour shifts on a daily basis, receiving minimal pay and little, if any, education. Stories such as these were perhaps essential for me at the time, which gave me a chance to reevaluate my ambition and goals. I realized that my job of merely excelling in school was little to nothing compared to what my father went through to provide food and shelter for my family.
My freshmen year of high school was finally a prosperous time for me as I began to feel very comfortable with the english language and made new friends with ease. I was very fortunate to join my high school wrestling team my freshmen year, which taught me many things that would help me not only in school, but also in the real world. I learned and adapted the positive habits of being punctual, maintaining a high level of self motivation, and setting realistic short term and long term goals for myself. I was named captain of my wrestling team my junior year of high school, where I was granted my first leadership position. In this role I had to learn to always maintain a positive attitude and strong work ethic in practice and tournaments, not for personal gains, but for my fellow teammates, who would in turn be motivated to continue to strive to be the best they can be. A few months later I was elected to be president of the german club. I was filled joy and gratitude to be worthy enough to be elected president by the club members. I handled the job with much dedication and hard work outside of school in attempts to set up various fundraisers, plan german club field trips, and participate in community service events. Here I was, this kid who came from Austria at the age of 9, who did not know English, someone who was rejected by his peers throughout elementary and middle school. Yet here I was, proudly standing as a captain of my wrestling team, and president of our german club.
I come from the religion of Sikhism. The term Sikh in Sanskrit refers to a student or disciple. From this I have always accepted and thrived on the fact that I will always be a student no matter how far I get in life. I believe I will always learn from someone or something, because I firmly believe the process of learning does not stop at any point. I do not believe that there is a peak on the amount of knowledge one can consume. Everyone has unique experiences in life, lessons they have learned, outcomes that were presented, and new information that was learned from such outcomes. There are roughly 7 billion people in the world, with 7 billion distinct individuals who have learned a multitude of things based on countless unique experiences. Many of us have a story to tell, and all of us can learn, or at least, take away one thing we did not know before. I believe this way of life can keep individuals away from the evils of being arrogant and egoistical to a point where they begin to mentally block out relevant information that is not aligned with their views or beliefs. I have gradually developed a firm belief in this process as I have lived on 3 different continents where I met people who varied in personality, tradition, religion, beliefs, and their socioeconomic status.
I remember when I received my admission letter to UCR in the spring of 2008. It was deja vu for me as I was once again fortunate enough to see that very look on my parents face as I barged into their room with excitement to know how ecstatic they would be. It was very exciting for me to be accepted to one the top 10 diverse university in the entire nation. I believe deep down it gave me a sense of serenity to know there will be individuals who vary in culture, religion, and personality. I want to be accepted to your law school because I know I have the drive to succeed and the motivation to become the best lawyer, not only because I have the capabilities and support, but because I want to see that very priceless look on my parents face a few more times in my lifetime, once when I get accepted and the other upon graduation from your prestigious university. I will be bringing to your law school that one new unique voice and diversified experiences to further progress as an individual to meet my life and career goals.
Working on something for a stronger conclusion...