PS 1st Draft... Is this too emotional/story like?
Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 3:21 pm
This is only my first 'free writing' of my PS. I was in in a bicycle accident that left me in horrible shape. I feel this is a good depiction of my character and it was the reason I had to withdraw from my class load that particular semester in undergrad. I feel this is an important thing to know about me, but I am hoping that the admissions council are not going to think I want to be pitied. This is only the beginning of my essay and I am going to address other things afterward that are less emotional and story like and more along the lines of my character. I just wanted to gage if you guys think this is too, 'ooh poor me,' and dramatic. I'm really trying to make this PS as serious and factual as possible but I am finding it hard as a. I lived through it, and b. in order to understand there has to be a story that is told.
Please be brutally honest
All critiques are welcomed!
(please remember this is only the first 1/2 and my first draft)
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Pedaling through the suburbs of the back neighborhood of X University was always the favorite part of my day. The bright Xcity sun gleaming off the aluminum spokes of my trusty road bike, and the whistling noise of the salty ocean breeze rustling through the big maple leaves on 83rd Street always brought me a sense of peace before a hectic day of classes, meetings, and commitments. I remember the sounds so distinctly that day. The racing motor of a busy commuter swerving into my lane. My heart throbbing loudly in my ears as I tried to move out of the way, the metallic ‘cling’ of my heavy school bag strap getting caught in my bicycle spokes. The rush of wind past my ears as I flew over my bullhorn handlebars, and the overwhelming crunch of my facial bones shattering against the hot Xcity aspault.
I was told that I had fractured three bones in my face, and shattered the roots of my teeth, my jaw bone, and pushed my newly ‘braces free’ teeth an inch and a half into my pallet. The nurses assured me how extremely lucky as was as I avoided a paralysis, and furthermore fatality from a cerebral impact by millimeters. The first time I caught a glimpse of my reflection was the moment I understood my life would be forever altered. My previously ivory skin was unrecognizable, as it had been stained crimson, ripped open, pushed aside, and black and blue. Nothing was where it once was, physically, emotionally, and even socially. I was already being treated so differently. I was told that ‘it would be okay’ if I did not want to return to school and complete my degree. Or that ‘it was recommended that I took time off from completing my degree.’ After all, I had virtually torn off my face. Nothing was expected from me, and I absolutely despised it.
Overcoming preconceived notions of what is typically expected is nothing new to me. It has been a family joke that throughout my whole life, I am continuously the underdog in whatever I strive to achieve. Maybe it is due to my lofty expectations, the unfortunate set backs I find myself in, or it is attributable to my tame and reserved disposition. However, what most fail to understand, is that I am a natural born competitor, someone who has always been unafraid to do whatever it takes to succeed, thus to prove whomever doubts me wrong. My family has continuously told me that whatever I put my mind to, and if I truly do whatever it takes, I can achieve anything.They have witnessed time and time again, even when my true character is tested; I remain relentless to my goals.
I returned to school the following semester after only three months off, and nineteen reconstructive surgeries and procedures. Although I was previously behind in my school work, I managed to accomplish completing my business degree as well as my business law emphasis and walk with my class.
Please be brutally honest

All critiques are welcomed!
(please remember this is only the first 1/2 and my first draft)
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Pedaling through the suburbs of the back neighborhood of X University was always the favorite part of my day. The bright Xcity sun gleaming off the aluminum spokes of my trusty road bike, and the whistling noise of the salty ocean breeze rustling through the big maple leaves on 83rd Street always brought me a sense of peace before a hectic day of classes, meetings, and commitments. I remember the sounds so distinctly that day. The racing motor of a busy commuter swerving into my lane. My heart throbbing loudly in my ears as I tried to move out of the way, the metallic ‘cling’ of my heavy school bag strap getting caught in my bicycle spokes. The rush of wind past my ears as I flew over my bullhorn handlebars, and the overwhelming crunch of my facial bones shattering against the hot Xcity aspault.
I was told that I had fractured three bones in my face, and shattered the roots of my teeth, my jaw bone, and pushed my newly ‘braces free’ teeth an inch and a half into my pallet. The nurses assured me how extremely lucky as was as I avoided a paralysis, and furthermore fatality from a cerebral impact by millimeters. The first time I caught a glimpse of my reflection was the moment I understood my life would be forever altered. My previously ivory skin was unrecognizable, as it had been stained crimson, ripped open, pushed aside, and black and blue. Nothing was where it once was, physically, emotionally, and even socially. I was already being treated so differently. I was told that ‘it would be okay’ if I did not want to return to school and complete my degree. Or that ‘it was recommended that I took time off from completing my degree.’ After all, I had virtually torn off my face. Nothing was expected from me, and I absolutely despised it.
Overcoming preconceived notions of what is typically expected is nothing new to me. It has been a family joke that throughout my whole life, I am continuously the underdog in whatever I strive to achieve. Maybe it is due to my lofty expectations, the unfortunate set backs I find myself in, or it is attributable to my tame and reserved disposition. However, what most fail to understand, is that I am a natural born competitor, someone who has always been unafraid to do whatever it takes to succeed, thus to prove whomever doubts me wrong. My family has continuously told me that whatever I put my mind to, and if I truly do whatever it takes, I can achieve anything.They have witnessed time and time again, even when my true character is tested; I remain relentless to my goals.
I returned to school the following semester after only three months off, and nineteen reconstructive surgeries and procedures. Although I was previously behind in my school work, I managed to accomplish completing my business degree as well as my business law emphasis and walk with my class.