HI MY SON IS APPLYING TO HARVARD AND JUST SHOWED ME A ROUGH DRAFT OF HIS COMMON APP ESSAY! I THHINK ITS GREAT SO FAR AND WOULD LOVE SOME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM FOR HIM!! PLEASE:D
CLANK! The cascading cacophony of metallic echoes resonating from within my aluminum bat as I hammer my first ever little league homerun out of the park and into the neighboring pool, sending the helpless swimmers scuttering away. I was so jubilated, that my prepubescent brain lost all recollection of the proper direction in which to run. I sprinted toward third base, rounded second, strolled past first, and slid, showboating, into home plate. This was the first time I truly felt I had failed.
Since this harrowing incident, one could say I’ve improved at least a little, being named MVP of my little league team 2 out of the next 9 years (sorry baseball, but revenge is the best fish served cold!) This was just the beginning. I went on from there to strive for excellence in every escapade I underwent, from mundane tasks such as making the best turkey peanut-butter sandwich in the whole county to the metaphysical exploits of winning my school’s science fair 7 times in a row.
However, this all changed on that fateful, disturbing day, May 23rd 2014, that changed my outlook on life forever. My best pal, Alex, and I, were entered in the SWORDS (South West Ohio Regional in Demonstrative Sewing!). Though only sophomores, we came into the competition favored to win it all. That is, until Alex got asked to prom by the most popular senior in our school, Nicky. To my dismay, the prom was the same day as SWORDS and, despite years of training, Alex chose to one cheap night of fun over an accomplishment that would shape the rest of our lives; a decision that I considered a failure of the lowest regard, as Alex not only failed the the team, Alex failed me, Alex’s best friend.
Ever since then, I have not been able to rely on my friends and family to succeed, as they have failed me time and time again, be it Alex and the SWORDS, or my grandpa dying before he even turned 85. Thus, nowadays, I have learned to rely solely on myself for success. As my history teacher always says “I have a dream”, a quote which resonates with me, not just because it encourages optimism, but because it promotes the self-reliance I have learned to cherish so.