College Essay Example 3 - Commonapp Essay Prompt - Undergrad
The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. Recount a time when you faced a challenge, setback, or failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience?
I had never attended a turncoat debate before - much less participate in it.
This should explain why I had suddenly gone blank. I simply couldn’t think of anything related to why a woman had still not been elected to the post of the Secretary General of the United Nations.
Beads of sweat gathered on my brow as I saw the clock tick. The judges, staring with their impassive faces, clicked their pens and turned the corners of the white scoring sheet. My vivid imagination, running rampant, pictured a giant zero across all judging criteria. Adjusting the microphone to bring it closer to my mouth, my hands slightly trembled, and I feebly smiled at the audience. Through the corner of my eye, I could see a group of students distribute a pack of UNO cards.
This was too much for a first timer like me to endure.
Forcing myself to ignore everyone, I tried to black out everything and just focus on what I was supposed to say.
“Society has turned… pardon me, led to a conception that…”
In almost every sentence I spoke, there was an underlying cry for help to get me out of there. The judges’ expressions almost mirrored there. In my moment of panic, I realized that probably they too were bored out of their wits listening to my stumbling attempts at constructing a coherent sentence.
When the clock sprung to life with an alarm, I had almost cursed out the last sentence with a strangled yelp. Kicking myself in the head for almost knocking down the stage mike, I stumbled off of the stage, with my legs quivering like twigs.
On the face of it, my first debate was a nightmare.
But when I look back at what happened after that, I consider it to be a huge success.
Of course, I was horrified at my first experience as a debater. Thinking about it still makes my stomach churn with embarrassment. However, what I try to remind myself every time I am haunted by the memory of that experience is that it allowed me to become someone who sought to embrace their defeats rather than run away from them. Rather than accepting my failure as a marker of a lack of skill that cannot be overcome, I chose to introspect on how I was beaten at something that I thought I was naturally good at.
I realized then that I had led myself to live in the illusion that just having a natural aptitude for debating was enough. The first step for me to accomplish future success was to shed this belief and work hard. It was important to gain greater exposure to the stage.
For the next two years of high school, I focused on self-practice , and participated in many debates including the Model United Nations. I went from someone who used to beg for a partner in double delegations, to someone who advised her co-delegates during a conference. Standing at this point in my life, I can see how I have evolved from debating as a hobby to someone who wants to build a career out of it.
I had quickly realized that hard work and dedication is an indispensable part of your journey, no matter what kind of talent you have.
For me, the first time I had ever been part of a debate was a greater accomplishment than when I went on to win my first award. I visited the same school for a Statesman’s Conference the next year. The rhetoric continued to be on issues of feminism. The only difference was that I won the award for the best speaker that day.