My past laid out upon a table. My GPA, my resume, my test scores. An unfamiliar man whom I met for the first time was frowning, turning around in his creaky red chair, while hurriedly trying to contextualize my life with just a few pieces of paper. For 15 minutes, he sat there, unhappy, tapping his foot, analyzing what I’ve “done” with my life. He took a sip of water and suggested that I go to community college. “You have to be realistic. It’s the most logical choice, ” he said. Although my academics weren’t as good as the rest of the applicants, I refused to listen to the man my mother had recommended me for academic advice. I thanked him for his time and walked out of his office. Every single second for the next hour felt like needles piercing my skin. Eventually, only two thoughts remained: fight the status quo or drown in it.
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This is especially represented through my involvement in debate. Throughout my middle school years, I was coached in a private debate institution where I was supported through superb coaching and teammates. As a result, I went on to winning many competitions. However, due to my family’s financial situation, I had to leave this enriched environment. I was devastated and alone because debate had always been my creative and intellectual output. The situation was further complicated by my high school administration’s refusal to grant my request for a debate club because similar clubs already existed. My story should end there, but it doesn’t—not by a long shot.
I decided that if I couldn’t open the door, I would drill a hole to get through. After planning the operations and finance of a Speech and Debate Team, I successfully pitched the idea to the communications club and began leading the new team. Training my teammates using techniques and knowledge I had learned, my teammates and I have since won numerous awards, from regional championships and top speakers to best school
This is especially represented through my involvement in debate. Throughout my middle school years, I was coached in a private debate institution where I was supported through superb coaching and teammates. As a result, I went on to winning many competitions. However, due to my family’s financial situation, I had to leave this enriched environment. I was devastated and alone because debate had always been my creative and intellectual output. The situation was further complicated by my high school administration’s refusal to grant my request for a debate club because similar clubs already existed. My story should end there, but it doesn’t—not by a long shot.
I decided that if I couldn’t open the door, I would drill a hole to get through. After planning the operations and finance of a Speech and Debate Team, I successfully pitched the idea to the communications club and began leading the new team. Training my teammates using techniques and knowledge I had learned, my teammates and I have since won numerous awards, from regional championships and top speakers to best school