Please help with personal statement
Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:11 am
I need all the help I can get. Be as hard as you want. This is a copy of my personal statement
“Being a twin…is different”, is my natural response to the curious number of onlookers who usually venture to ask what it is like any time we both step out together in public. The interest is warranted as we as a species, with a considerable amount of superficial variations, when confronted by a natural facsimile of another person, leads to a sudden puzzlement, as if nature had sense of humor. It also does not help that we dress similarly, as is often the case with twins. We also both played football, have similar tastes and interests; in short, we have a bond words can do no justice.
Similarity was embraced in childhood, but as twins get older, the nagging feeling of individuality begins to sound like a siren, manifesting itself in various “bizarre” ways. During high school, clothes became different, physiology changed, as he grew an inch taller than me and about 10 pounds heavier. Interests became varied; I fell in love with 70’s music and he became entrenched in classical music. However, through it all, our facial features never changed; the all-important evidence that signaled we were twins. Soon individualism gave way to mutual resentment in college, as I began to think I was defined through him, and him through me.
This all changed in the fall of 2007. The day started as we both commuted to our college classes. Stuck in traffic, I decided to present my plans on how I was going to forge a path of success post graduation. My brother, an engineering major, was only interested in making it alive out of the semester without the threat of academic probation being levied on him. “You should try harder”, I counseled, secretly beaming that I had one-upped him. This obviously struck a nerve because he assailed me so viciously to this day I remember every word. He accused me of hiding behind a weak degree, failing to live up to my potential, and that I could not handle the coursework of an engineering major. Pretty soon we were pointing and screaming at each other. Other drivers began to take notice, some even chuckled at the site of what looked like a man arguing to himself. Finally, we both said what was 25 years of pent up frustration in the making, that one had held the other back.
That night was the only time in my adulthood that I cried, honestly feeling a piece of my self was lost. I realized that it was our individuality that ignited the fight. He was always going to be the math wizard, whilst I lost my knowledge of the subject somewhere in 9th grade. I will always be the risk taker; an example of this was learning to ride the motorcycle, while he takes the more cautious road. I finally accepted that having him in my life would always define me because we were twins, but it was not a bad thing. Today we regularly spend weekends together, sharing beers over football games, with a bond words still fail to do justice.
“Being a twin…is different”, is my natural response to the curious number of onlookers who usually venture to ask what it is like any time we both step out together in public. The interest is warranted as we as a species, with a considerable amount of superficial variations, when confronted by a natural facsimile of another person, leads to a sudden puzzlement, as if nature had sense of humor. It also does not help that we dress similarly, as is often the case with twins. We also both played football, have similar tastes and interests; in short, we have a bond words can do no justice.
Similarity was embraced in childhood, but as twins get older, the nagging feeling of individuality begins to sound like a siren, manifesting itself in various “bizarre” ways. During high school, clothes became different, physiology changed, as he grew an inch taller than me and about 10 pounds heavier. Interests became varied; I fell in love with 70’s music and he became entrenched in classical music. However, through it all, our facial features never changed; the all-important evidence that signaled we were twins. Soon individualism gave way to mutual resentment in college, as I began to think I was defined through him, and him through me.
This all changed in the fall of 2007. The day started as we both commuted to our college classes. Stuck in traffic, I decided to present my plans on how I was going to forge a path of success post graduation. My brother, an engineering major, was only interested in making it alive out of the semester without the threat of academic probation being levied on him. “You should try harder”, I counseled, secretly beaming that I had one-upped him. This obviously struck a nerve because he assailed me so viciously to this day I remember every word. He accused me of hiding behind a weak degree, failing to live up to my potential, and that I could not handle the coursework of an engineering major. Pretty soon we were pointing and screaming at each other. Other drivers began to take notice, some even chuckled at the site of what looked like a man arguing to himself. Finally, we both said what was 25 years of pent up frustration in the making, that one had held the other back.
That night was the only time in my adulthood that I cried, honestly feeling a piece of my self was lost. I realized that it was our individuality that ignited the fight. He was always going to be the math wizard, whilst I lost my knowledge of the subject somewhere in 9th grade. I will always be the risk taker; an example of this was learning to ride the motorcycle, while he takes the more cautious road. I finally accepted that having him in my life would always define me because we were twins, but it was not a bad thing. Today we regularly spend weekends together, sharing beers over football games, with a bond words still fail to do justice.