Self-Evaluation Essay
I was born next to flea market in Tashkent. I first came to the US when I was three, settling in Colorado. My parents promoted my English education so I could fit in, sacrificing my Russian and Uzbek language and culture. I subsequently moved to D.C when I was six and I moved to Georgia when I was fourteen. I started boarding at St. Albans when I was fifteen and spend my winter and summer breaks in Georgia. Every two years or so my family and I visit Uzbekistan and I gain a new understanding of my birthplace. I don’t feel like I have a brick and mortar home—I was born in Uzbekistan, lived in America for most of my life, and join my family, who live in Georgia, in the summer. My home is wherever I make it to be. I have always done well in math and …show more content…
The one thing that I love most about hockey is its unpredictability—any team can beat one another. In hockey anything can happen. From the “miracle on ice” to my own experience winning the state championship against a previously undefeated team, in hockey there is no such thing as favorites—whoever wants it more wins. Playing hockey competitively has helped me develop many traits: hard work, perseverance, leadership, and teamwork.
When I first heard the word Georgia, it rang no bell. It was a confusing geographical spot on the map, both state and country, irrelevant to me at the time.
I carried on with school and hockey without paying attention to anything. Finally, it struck me. I am moving to another part of the world, changing schools, quitting hockey, and leaving my Latin Dictionary in a box, marked “to store in the attic”.
I found myself in a new country, not understanding a word of the new language, trapped within the walls of our new home.
Georgia was the name to my misery. My only escape was the Internet and e-books. I was upset and blamed my parents. I then realized it was my fault that Georgia was dreary, and not my family’s choice to
I was born next to flea market in Tashkent. I first came to the US when I was three, settling in Colorado. My parents promoted my English education so I could fit in, sacrificing my Russian and Uzbek language and culture. I subsequently moved to D.C when I was six and I moved to Georgia when I was fourteen. I started boarding at St. Albans when I was fifteen and spend my winter and summer breaks in Georgia. Every two years or so my family and I visit Uzbekistan and I gain a new understanding of my birthplace. I don’t feel like I have a brick and mortar home—I was born in Uzbekistan, lived in America for most of my life, and join my family, who live in Georgia, in the summer. My home is wherever I make it to be. I have always done well in math and …show more content…
The one thing that I love most about hockey is its unpredictability—any team can beat one another. In hockey anything can happen. From the “miracle on ice” to my own experience winning the state championship against a previously undefeated team, in hockey there is no such thing as favorites—whoever wants it more wins. Playing hockey competitively has helped me develop many traits: hard work, perseverance, leadership, and teamwork.
When I first heard the word Georgia, it rang no bell. It was a confusing geographical spot on the map, both state and country, irrelevant to me at the time.
I carried on with school and hockey without paying attention to anything. Finally, it struck me. I am moving to another part of the world, changing schools, quitting hockey, and leaving my Latin Dictionary in a box, marked “to store in the attic”.
I found myself in a new country, not understanding a word of the new language, trapped within the walls of our new home.
Georgia was the name to my misery. My only escape was the Internet and e-books. I was upset and blamed my parents. I then realized it was my fault that Georgia was dreary, and not my family’s choice to