Essay Instructions: Topic: For this assignment, you will recount an experience in your life that allows you to make a larger argument about family, gender, and abstract concept like fear, or another topic of your choice. The reason that this is called “experiential analysis” rather than “personal essay” is that I want to make clear that you are not merely telling a story here; you are telling a story i order to make an argument. Remember that your purpose for writing is more than to simply retell an event from your own life. You want to use that experience as the basis for making make a larger argument. This means you will need to move beyond writing about yourself specifically and address an issue more broadly.
*The essay below is what I wrote so far, I have no more clue to expend to 4-5pages. So far I wrote 2 pages, double spaced. Please focus on my argument, so I have idea what I am going to write more.
I am a dreamer: I am the creator, the mastermind, the executer, and the witness to the realization of my dreams. I desire to wander and explore the by a hot air ballon. I long for a pet penguins. I yearn to play cello as Yo-Yo Ma does. I am determined to change the world and the lives of everyone I meet. I have the dream to discover the unknown and trigger a breakthrough in the history of mankind. Dreams are fragile by nature. They have to be protected, nourished and guided in order to grow.
One a sunny day in Santa Barbara, it was an ordinary day, except for one house. My mother started to feel the pain of stomach and I was getting ready to come out to the world with fullness of dreams. However, the reality was very different. As soon as I was born, I had to be separated from my parents and stayed in incubator which is little bigger than with strange doctors. when I was born, I was diagnosed with jaundice and suffered a series of side effects from penicillin. A huge machine was controlled over my body and incubator which was little bigger than apple box had held me from the comfort arms of my parents. Every morning, the doctor draw blood from my heel for a test and tubes went in and out of me. Repeating of that sick life, I was hospitalized throughout kindergarten limited to a bed for long a period of time. I was too weak to do anything.
My physical ailment took control of my body, but it could not take charge of my mind, nor eliminate my determination to live. No one expected me to survive, but i had faith in myself. In my bed, I closed my eyes and dreamed of living. I dreamed of dancing to my grandmother’s music box, of proudly posting my artwork on the refrigerator, of laughing with my family and spending time with my friends. I dreamed of going to school, making new friends, and falling in love.
when I opened my eyes again, I was a patient in the hospital room. Sometimes, I felt shame that I could only dream, but I realized that dreaming had to be protected; wishing and wanting is not sufficient to protect a dream and its right to exist. A dream has to be claimed for it to grow and flourish. There may be times when I must sacrifice for the dream to live. Pride may have to be stepped on; greed and a weak mindset abandoned. Patience and dedication have to dominated.
Once I provided my dream with protection and nourishment, it promised to prevail. Lying in the bed, I dreamed of growing up: of living the life that I am living now. I an a witness to my childhood dreams. My strong spiritual strength never gave up and made a miracle.
Having the privilege to live my life, I have the ambition to study psychology and to change the lives of those who do not dream. As of now, I am limited in the range of things I can offer, but my imagination and dreams live without any bounds. I will give life to these aspirations with dedication and effort. Every step of the way, I will witness the maturing of my dream-of changing the lives of everyone I meet-until finally it is born to life.
