Evaluate a significant experience,achievement,risk you have taken,or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
I didn’t launch my first business,an origami store,when I was in second grade because I craved wealth;customera paid with worthless rayon money. I launched my origami store because I loved to play and discover.
At summer camp before second grade,a Japanese woman taught me how to transform delicate red papers into cranes. Later, Ilearned to create origami stars,pinwheels,balloons,and boats by following instructions in manuals. When I showed my classmates these creations their eyes beamed with wonder. So I sold origami to my classmates with dazzling success. Operating my store influenced me more than any other learning experience in second-grade. As I grew I was haunted by an aspiration to become an entrepreneur.
This aspiration was intensified when I discovered the internet. The power of the internet is as obvious as the power of raw roaring waves in the Pacific Ocean. Like ocean waves that toss driftwood, fishes,and seaweed,information flows define reality; they incessantly resculpt parts of communities. Mainstream media reports,however, neglect to consider what I considered in ninth grade:that the internet might be useful in bays and coves. I thought the internet,like plazas,restaurants and city streets could be used as a gathering place in small communities like my home, Humboldt County.
An imaginative second-grade shop-keeper played with with possibilities: a directory of Humboldt County websites,a trading place---free classified advertisements, a community calendar,and a restaurant guide with diner reviews.I dreamed Humscape.com(the name of my vision)would be polished and professional,dynamic and database-driven,like Yahoo.This dream seemed unattainable until I discovered and was astonished by the webapplication software product ColdFusion.Before I understood ColdFusion code I signed away almost all the money in my bank account to buy ColdFusion-enabled webhost service.
My racing courage had won against reluctance to invest hard-earned money. I became an entrepreneur. For six months I plunged deeply into creating Humscape.com. I taught myself ColdFusion from online manuals.
When I launched Humscape.com I felt like an author who had published a book. I invited a television news team into my home. Newspaper headlines and T.V.blurbs incited hundreds of eMail requests for website hyperlinks to be included in the Humscape.com directory.
During my telephone and eMail correspondence with the operators of the local website CouponsOn Web, I never told them I was fifteen until immediately before we met at the Humboldt Bay Coffee Company. The CouponsOn Web team listened carefully to every word I spoke. When I strode out of the coffee shop’s incandescent light and warm coffee aroma I felt like a self-confident adult.
Humscape.com was fabulously successful. This success cannot be documented on a ledgersheet--- I did not earn the monetary pofits I once aspired to earn. I earn experience and self-confidence,profits more difficult to earn, and more valuable than money.
Write about a piece of literature that changed your life./Topic of your choice
In my naive middle schools days, I did not think highly of English class. My love was math, with its logical equations, universal numbers, and challenging problems. English was my second language, something that surrounded and engulfed me the second I left the sanctuary of my Chinese-speaking home. English terrified me. I didn’t understand the phrases that my friends used; my essays always seemed childish and simple; and spelling was a constant enigma with its irregular rules. So instead, I hid behind a fa?ade and pretended that English was not important. I tried to convince myself that math awards were the only academic achievements that I needed.
My false fabrications crumbled as soon as I read the first ten pages of Emily of New Moon by L. M. Montgomery. All of sudden, I was mesmerized by the power of words. Montgomery’s vivid descriptions, rich images, and personal style made me feel like I had made a new friend. Soon, I was laughing with the protagonist, Emily Starr, as she made a lopsided pudding cake and crying with her when she was betrayed by a phony friend. Above all, as I read through the trilogy, I felt myself growing with Emily.
With my analytical side, I was, at first, surprised at my book choice. While Emily Starr and I did share the same passionate and determined personality, Emily’s dream was to become a writer. I, on the other hand, was so disheartened by my lack of abilities in English that I was terrified of writing. However, Montgomery had such a way with her diction that she was able to convey her own love of writing through her characters. As a result, her characters were also able to convey that love to the readers. While reading through Emily’s innumerate attempts at finding the perfect lines for her poems and the most articulate ways to write her stories, I found myself looking for those elusive words with her. For the first time in my life, I realized what a series of well-chosen words could accomplish. Words allowed Montgomery’s ideas to travel across the decades; words allowed such lively and realistic people like Emily Starr to be created.
Suddenly, I loved English, and L. M. Montgomery via Emily Starr became my role-model. The trilogy also taught me a lesson: the power of perseverance. I realized that I was not alone in my struggle to write better essays, and my failures did not reflect my intelligence but, instead, my lack of experience and practice. Even though Emily loved words and grew up writing, she still faced years of hard work, constant revisions, and uncountable rejections before she finally tasted the fruit of success. Who was I to expect instant success when I had only been speaking English for a few years at school?
I began to emulate Emily’s determination. I worked my way through thousand-paged English workbooks; I channeled my over-imaginative ideas into stories; I even read under the bed-covers with a flashlight when my grandparents enforced a bedtime. I still received B’s on some of my essays, and my grammar tests still took a dip once in awhile. However, I did not let the disappointments deter me from my goal. Just like Emily, I simply stored away the bad news and worked harder.
Then one day, my perseverance paid off. I could not believe it at first, but there it was, my little fictional piece, proudly claiming a whole page spread in our school’s literary journal. After I jumped onto my bed with joy, I reached into my bedside drawer to pull out my faithful yet worn copy of Emily of New Moon. I reread the part where Emily had her first poem published. I wanted to celebrate my first success with Emily.