When I think of life’s journey, I imagine a long road, a long grubby road that at times is surrounded by beautiful mountains and lakes, and at times is just layered through a hot dry desert. Sometimes, I just picture struggling people, as climbing up the mountains with their heavy bag packs. The abstract reality of life sometimes seem so vague as if whatever in front of me is just a reflection of another big reality.
Make A Dream was a very influential phase of my life. I was working for this private NGO as a volunteer when I found the true sour realities of life. Under this ngo we used t visit children hospital and meet innocent faces in childrens ward fighting from chronic diseases like cancer ,knowng they wuld die anytime soon. Still thse poor soules had a smile on their faces . onn each visit we used o interview ne child and ask him his biggest wis and all these kids used to wish fo were things like a mobile phome or tv or even small wrthless things like mangoes or color pencils, things which have becme commn neccesities for us. . A 6 year girl wished for a Red fairy dress and a 12 year old boy who could neither seak nor see wished for an mp3 to hear Surah Rahman and get good health. There wishes were so naïv We spend on luxurious and hundreds of children are waiing in that ward for their wishes t come true. Rayers good wishes self satisfaction.
Another significant phase of life was losing someone really dear to me. Watching my grandfather pass away was a sudden thing that changed my way of perceiving and looking at things. It happened two years ago. The death was not unexpected or came as a sudden surprise, but it just did not act the way I thought it would. I remember the phone call from the hospital regarding the news. I remember standing still and staring at those tears pouring down my eyes and getting hypnotized by those distraught cries. The feeling was so shadowy and I felt myself at incredible discomfort. My reaction was more of confusion than of shock. I was just standing there trying to realize what just happened.
Suddenly, amidst this whole catastrophic scenario, layers of pictures went across my mind. I stared at the door and pictured him coming back home after a busy hectic day at Sheikh Zayed hospital, where he served as a Dean of the hospital, and coming straight to me to share his day and in return asking about mine. I don’t remember a single wish that I uttered and he didn’t fulfill. He was more close to me than anyone else. I had always been one of the most obstinate kind of girls, who were unaware of how things work in the real world just because she had someone who would take care of anything she would want, need or even desire for.
It wasn’t many days after his death that I realized what did he mean to me and even to my whole family. I never before in life realized what does it mean to have someone to care about even your tiniest of things. He never made me feel how much he had been doing for me. Even during his last days when he was going through all the pain and operations, he did not let me have the slightest of ideas regarding his medical issues, so as not to get me worried. He did all he could do for me. When I think of it now, I realize that he always dealt secretly with all the situations that had the potential to offer me even the slightest of hardships or worries.
Have I had the slightest of issues, I would just let him know and free myself from all kinds of worries. But now, in any such crucial situations, it just feels as if I am climbing a cliff with a heavy load without that big support. I look back at those glittering memories I shared with him. On plenty of childhood occasions I would just run downstairs and wake him up in the middle of the nights and he would know already that I had a bad dream. He was one of the most successful and active doctors around and was also my source of inspiration. He was the one paving a successful path for me since the beginning and guiding me towards my, to be, career.
He even liked my designing skills and always encouraged me to dig deep into it. His death arose a sense of responsibility and hard work in me. I was no longer the carefree young kid I used to be. I started taking life more seriously. My aims and objectives became clearer. Even though I was blessed with a fully supportive family, his death left a big hole in my life which could not be filled by any other person and I am very sure my family felt the same way. I started thinking of myself as an independent being. Being the closest to him, I thought it was my responsibility to now fill this gap.
I wanted to live the way he did because each and every aspect of his life was truly inspirational. I starting believing in myself and taking my own decisions instead of relying on others. I just had a dream to achieve something and even I myself was confused as to what exactly. I wanted to make others proud and that for me was success.
It was after his death that I decided to launch my designers clothing brand.. I had a lot of planning but all of it was long term. At the age of twenty, all I could focus on was my degree. I was not ready to bare any risk but surety of success could never be guaranteed. I was skilled at art and designing and it was a God gifted talent. I wanted to channelize my interest into an achievement but I could not think of a right time. Something was stopping me, may be the fear of losing or my own insecurities. The day I started believing in myself, relinquished all the fears, risks and insecurities I could see myself coming close to my dreams. Just a few months back I actually started my own clothing brand named Sapphires. It was not planned but it was just destined to happen.
Today I am an entrepreneur and I consider myself lucky because I am one of the few people who get to pursue their interest. Even though Sapphires is just in its initial stages and there is still a long way to go, I still feel proud because for me this is something I dreamt off. I never thought it would happen so early and easily. Had my grandfather been here with me today, he would have been really pleased watching me successfully run ‘Sapphires’. Since the day I started there has been no looking back for me. Nothing has been able to demoralize me. I have done three exhibitions already and this is just the beginning. Although Sapphires happened out of no planning, it has carved a path for me to plan and accomplish a goal which is to position Sapphires to the Top. Every day I see it growing and it strengths my self-confidence.
Being born in the family where every one is a doctor, I was also forced to pursue medicine by all my family members. However, my grandfather did not let anyone control what I wanted to do. He appreciated my dreams and told me to do what I wanted to do and that is exactly why I ended up in LUMS pursuing my career in Accounting and finance and gladly owning a clothing initiative side by side.
Today, I try to follow all his given advices in every situation. Whenever I have to deal with anything I try to put myself into his shoes and figure out how he would have advised me to react to the given situation. His death taught me that life can take any turn drastically and we should never take our loved ones for granted. I feel that I have now become more mature, responsible and active person regarding all my work and activities. I believe that achieving success in life is the best thing I can offer to a man who played such a significant part in making me what I am right now. Start working for your dreams today because tomorrow never comes. Believe in yourself and don’t waste time planning and waiting. Just let go all your fears, and take everything positively. Only then you will grow and learn. Sometimes the downfalls in life teach you a lot. At times losing a loved one brings out the true person in you. Ups and downs are all part of life, what matters is how you rise after falling. Never lose hope because destiny might have something better planned for you.
The following Graduation Writing Proficiency Examination essays were written by HSU students during a regularly scheduled GWPE. Except for the elimination of cross-outs, the essays are reproduced here exactly as written. Insofar as possible, the essays were chosen to represent the entire range of possible scores. (No essay received a score of One on Essay Topic I.) The majors represented by the authors of these essays are, in alphabetical order, Art, Biology, Business Administration, Environmental Resources Engineering, Fisheries, Geography, Geology, Industrial Arts, and Resource Planning and Interpretation.
Personal-Experience Essay Prompt
You have 45 minutes to write on the following topic.
A distinguished essayist once wrote: "Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested."
Write an essay in which you:
- Describe a book that has strongly affected you.
- Explain how your reading of this book changed your outlook.
- Tell why you think this book had such a profound effect on you.
Sample Essay Score: Six
During my third year of college I became acutely aware of the Womens Rights Issue. I made an attempt to re-examine many of the cultural norms that I had previously accepted as just being "the natural order of things." One of the paths I took to expand my awareness of the female psyche involved women's literature. That is why I spent one weekend of my life in bed--crying, laughing, feeling sometimes confused, and often, incredibly angry and distraught. On that rainy Humboldt Friday night I had decided to read "The Women's Room."
The author, Marilyn Fridey, describes the lives of several women from the 1950's to present. These women are nothing out of the ordinary. They either go to college and then get married, or they get married without bothering about the pretense of college--after all, they know that college is only a way to find more economically promising husbands. Myra, the main character whose life is traced throughout the book vaguely wonders why she is not content cooking pot roast, scraping shit from the baby's diapers, and picking up her husband's dry cleaning. Her only solace is the neighborhood of women who share concerns over coffee in the afternoons.
They wonder why Katherine, a Catholic woman who has 9 children and an alcoholic husband, committed suicide. "She had a normal life, they thought, she just should have talked her husband into using birth control." As for the rest of the women, including Myra, their lives, fears, disappointments and yearnings, were much more subtle, yet equally suicidal in their quiet desperation.
Many years down the road, Myra's life finally changes. Her husband has "made it", the kids have grown, and life is easy economically. Myra has a nervous breakdown. Once recovered, she divorces, and becomes a graduate student at Yale. Though painful and difficult, it is here that she comes to terms with herself, realizes her potential, and learns to live with herself--not necessarily happily--but at least honestly.
After I finished the story of Myras world that Sunday evening, I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing uncontrollably from a terrible nightmare. Though I couldn't remember the dream, I came to a profound realization. Myra's life was my mothers.
Most of my life I had revered, respected and admired my father for going to college, being intelligent and worldly, having power and control. In short for being a man.
My mother always seemed too "wishy-washy", easily trodden upon, overly dependent because she had chosen the role of HOUSEWIFE, MOTHER. I rebelled against the tradition, and feared wearing those chains someday. Consequently, I strove to be like my father.
Until this book, I never realized how much more courage it took for a person to live within a stifled role, and find contentment by living through other people. During that night of crying I understood my mother for the first time--I respected her inner strength, compassion, gentleness.
Ever since then, my relationship with my mother has evolved, and we are very close. I will probably never adopt the role in life that she chose to take, but I now respect her for her life, and understand the reasons why she made those choices. Reading of Myra's evolution as a female changed the way I feel towards myself, my feelings and compassion for my mother, and provided me with a much more sensitive view towards the lives of many women in our society today.
Comment:Clearly a well-written, superior essay. Each of the three parts of the topic is covered and well developed, with considerable detail provided. Despite an occasional lapse in the use of the possessive and a few other matters, the paper is strong in mechanics. Sentence structure is sophisticated and effective.
Sample Essay Score: 5
Through the ages of 8-15 I was an avid reader of pleasure books. The majority of the books were mysteries such as Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys. Books about animals were avoided because they usually had a very sentimental theme, and I was very emotional when it came to animal suffering.
When I was approximately 10 years old I read a book titled Misty & Chatlenaque. This book was about a young horse that was stranded on an island. It had been on a horse-trading ship when the ship wrecked on the rocks. Misty went through several adventures where wild dogs tried to kill her, horse traders tried to capture her (and beat her in the process), and the sea tried to swallow her.
A little girl who lived on the Island found Misty and tried to protect her from the wild dogs and horse traders. The story was told from the horse's point view, and the agony and terror Misty went through passed on to me. I felt as if it were me who was being chased and beat.
A girl at the age of ten is influenced by the things she sees and reads. Years after reading the book I had the notion that horse ranches were terrible to horses. I also felt that horses were very human in the sense that they could think, feel, understand, and have emotions.
Whenever I passed by a horse who was behind a fence I had to stop and feed it, talk to it, pet it, and feel sorry for it. Every horse had that "Misty" look in its eyes, and I felt it was "crying out to me".
After reading Misty and Chatlenaque, horses became more than just an animal to me. They became something I could relate to and sympathize with. I myself was a lonely child who felt neglected (even though I wasn't) and "penned". While reading the book I felt the horse and I were one. Years later I felt like horses and I had something in common and could relate to each other.
Now, I know horses do not understand what I say to them, but I still stop and talk to them as if they were human. I feel that if I had not read that book eleven years ago I wouldn't feel as attached to horses as I do now. To this day, I refuse to read another horse book or watch a horse movie that looks like it might be "emotional" or "sentimental".
Misty & Chatlenaque is still a very prominent book in my mind, and details of it are remembered frequently. It has had the profound effect of altering my view of horses and will probably remain in my memory for life. The book also had the effect of making me not want to read those kinds of books again. Their emotional impact was too great on me so I only read mysteries and school books. To this day I have my reservations about reading an emotional book, especially if it pertains to animals.
Comment:A very competent paper, nearly free of mechanical errors but lacking the coherent development of the superior essay. It is also occasionally repetitious and a bit unfocused at times. (The correct title of this book is Misty of Chincoteaque.)
Sample Essay Score: 4
In the summer of 1981 I worked for the Army Corps of Engineers on the Warm Springs Dam Project. Much to my objections I was to spend the entire summer living alone, without my wife, since she had obligations to keep in Eureka, California.
The project was located 7 miles southwest of Cloverdale, Ca., in an area which is essentially agricultural. Housing in the area was very scarce and the lodging which could be found was either too expensive or unsuitable. By my own preference, I decided it would be nice to camp out in the woods for the entire duration of the summer.
At first the evenings after work were hot but beautifully peaceful. It didn't take long though until I found my self bored to death looking for something to do besides play solitare. How did the people in the early days of our world stand life without television. I was forced to find some other means of entertainment which just happened to be reading.
The only reading material which was at my camp was a book left there by my wife on her last visit entitled "The Stix Complex." This book to most of the world I'm sure has no great literary value, but to me, it was the greatest entertainment I had ever found. I realized that in the reading of a book, ones own imagination can bring out much more detail in a story than television ever could.
I don't feel that it was the specific book that struck me so much that summer, and it probably could have been any book. I realized that we expect to be entertained by television and movies so much that we forget that we can entertain ourselves to a much higher degree. I still watch television, but I now read much more for enjoyment.
Comment:Although this essay addresses all three aspects of the topic, development of them is thin. The writer devotes most of the essay to describing his situation and passes rather quickly over the book itself and its effects on him. Still, despite a few mechanical flaws, this is clearly a competent piece of writing.
Sample Essay Score: 3
I was strongly affected by a book I read called Never Cry Wolf. The book discribes a remote animal behavor study, located in a mountainous region of northern Canada. The purpose of the study was to observe the animal behavior of wolfs in there natural environment. The study was conducted by a wildlife biologist, working for the Canadian goverment.
Up until the time I read the book, I had the impression that wolfs where among the meanest creatures on the planet. I may have received this impression from childhood fairy tales that were told to me. After reading the book severl times, my impression of wolfs had changed. I no longer viewed wolfs as mean creatues, but instead viewed them as primarly passive creatures. Their intent was not to harm, but to survive.
Animal behavior became a primary interest of mine after reading the book, Never Cry Wolf. Although, I am not a wildlife major, I have assisted in a wildlife study on wolfs. I would have never gained this experience if I had not read Never Cry wolf. The knowledge I gained from the book has opened my eyes to nature.
Comment:While no parts of the topic are omitted, treatment of them tends to be superficial. The writer provides very little supporting detail. Considerable repetition is present because of the predominantly simple sentences used. (Note, for example, how the three opening sentences can easily be combined into one: I was strongly affected by a book I read called Never Cry Wolf, which describes the behavior of wolves living in their natural environment in the mountains of northern Canada.) Spelling is also weak.
Sample Essay Score: 2
The purpose of this essay is to describe my personal experience; that of a particular book which has greatly affected me. This book is Sweet Thursday by John Stienbeck. This book has greatly affected my over all outlook on life in general. Sweet Thursdaychanged the way I think about myself and others. Also, it has changed the way I feel about my own career.
The main character of the book was Doc. Doc had a very profound outlook on twards life, which I found quite interesting. He gave his career all of his attention yet still felt an emptyness inside. This was because he was without a meaningful relationship with a women. I too feel this emptyness, but because of Sweet Thursday I am able to understand what it is. This understanding gives me hope when career goals are overwelming.
Comment:Although this essay does not ignore the question, it treats it very poorly. The essay is both thin in content and lacking in development. The writer uses repetitious simple sentences rather than more sophisticated sentence structures which would combine and properly subordinate thoughts and eliminate the repetitions.
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