Last Update: 11/10/1999
Personal Experiences and Self-Evaluations.
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Who Are You?
Educated in an International school in Switzerland, I have always studied in English, following the British system of education, so I feel that to continue my studies at a British University would therefore be the most logical thing to do. Trilingual in English, French and Spanish, I enjoy learning and reading literature in these languages,yet my principle academic interests have always been scientific and in chemistry in particular, with my main focus ultimately being a career in Medicine.
I have visited hospitals in Barcelona and Geneva, and have had three weeks of intensive work experience in various departments of the Churchill and John Radcliffe hospitals in Oxford, where I volunteered as an assistant on the wards. Through this experience and through discussions with doctors, I have confirmed my aspiration to study Medicine and certainly dispelled any unrealistic ideas I may have had about the medical profession. My exposure to the different hospital activities gave me an insight into the day-to-day life in a hospital from assisting the doctors, to going on a home visit with an occupational therapist, enjoying the contact with the range of professionals, patients and employees. My internship left me a number of lasting impressions: the skill of the doctors, the teamwork throughout the hierarchy of the hospital, and particularly the courage and humour of the patients. I have also had an informative tour of the Clinique Beaulieu in Geneva which included films on some of the latest surgical techniques, simulated operations and demonstrations with new equipment which reinforced my unwavering goal.
On a broader level, at school I volunteered to tutor less able students and participate in the organisation of a charity project aiming to finance “return to normal” educational opportunities to children particularly affected by the recent earthquake in Turkey. After a number of years in the Theatre backstage crew I was asked to set up a similar team for my school’s junior section, combining two activities which I have always enjoyed; working with children and helping with the Theatre. Having been an active member of my school’s orchestra, wind band, choir and of s everal sports teams, I help organise many musical and sporting events and activities. As editor-in-chief of my school’s yearbook I worked in the photography department as well as simultaneously editing a Literary Magazine. During the school’s mid-term cultural trips I have enjoyed travelling to a variety of countries, including last year’s visit to the the Advanced Space Academy in the USA, following a program of Astronaut training. In my spare time I enjoy the guitar, art, reading, climbing and fencing. My other positions of responsibility include captain of the sailing club and member of the student elected School Council.
THE DREAM IS OVER, OR HAS JUST BEGUN:
Evaluate a significant experience or achievement that has special meaning to you.
Three a.m., September 14th 1991, the phone rang informing my mother in Bombay that her eldest son who was studying in University of Pennsylvania was in a coma after his heart stopped for forty-five minutes. He was exercising in the gymnasium when he mysteriously collapsed and as a result his heart stopped. I was ten at the time and I didn't even know what the word 'coma' meant. My life had been perfect and happy as a child's life could be but one phone call changed everything. My parents took the first flight to Philadelphia and saw their son lying there immobile as a vegetable. Time seemed endless for every member of my family. I was all alone in Bombay, my parents in America and my other brother was studying in Switzerland.
After a month I went to see my brother but I still could make no sense of what was going on. It all seemed so casual to me that I thought my brother would be fine soon. I could not see what my father saw when he signed the papers to donate my brother's organs. I could not see what my mother saw when the respiration was cut and my brother would be no more. However a miracle happened; as once the respiration system was removed my brother started breathing on his own. My parents decided to bring my brother back home and treated him with acupuncture therapy. Fifteen days later, he started speaking and then after four months went to New York for rehabilitation. For one year my parents stayed there with him and I was once again left in Bombay. I started to realise the depth of the problem and realised what my parents felt. They hoped that their son would start walking again and be like he had been before, but that did not happen. It has been seven years since the accident and my brother is still in a wheel chair. He can't walk but he does understand everything, his speech is partly restored and he tries to do things by himself.
Seven years seems like a period of time that ate up my childhood and my memories. Instead of remembering the games I played when I was ten I remember my mother's tears as she saw her son in a wheel chair fighting to keep up with the world. I remember the agony my father felt every time he saw his son, who was suppose to be his support in old age, feeling dependent on others for basic existence. I can still feel the pressure my second brother felt as he realised that he had to fill in the position of my elder brother. When you are ten and such an incident becomes a part of your normal day to day life it makes you stronger and teaches you to cope with life as it comes. have realised the meaning of life and happiness, because when a thing becomes rare you start valuing it. Although this incident has made me stronger, I would rather be happy and sometimes dream of a return to the world as it was before.
S.M. Class EN01
The Child is Father to the Man.
A Significant Experience In My Life That Has Special Meaning For Me:
Ever since I was born, I had not understood my father very well. I only knew that he always gave me the best things and sent me to the best private school that was much more expensive than the public one. Some people thought it was not necessary and asked him why he did all this for me; he just touched my head with a smile on his face without saying a word. I did not understand why at that time. I remember I felt he was a strict and silent father, and he cared much more about my personality than my school grade. This made me have even more doubts, because other parents were always talking about studying.
I understood that all the things my father arranged for me - for example, private classes in the evenings, and asking the teacher to look after me specially - were for my own good, but he decided everything by himself without asking my opinion, which I really felt was unfair. I wondered why he never wanted to listen to me and talk to me. Consequently I became set against any plan he made, and refused to cooperate properly; during this time our relationship became very bad, but I did not become negative, or started to ruin my life. Good school grade seemed to be what mattered to all my friends, parents, so as long as I kept my grade at a fairly high level I felt in my heart that I was in the right. This caused a lot of fighting between us.
I was an unmindful person and I always started to act before I used my brain, but I could usually get out of trouble. However once when I was playing with my friend, I felt like throwing him down on the floor, and not realizing the floor was made of stone. Everything happened in a second: a lot of blood came out from his head. I was scared and almost panicked, but my instinct told me to carry him straight to the hospital. After a few hours, the doctor told me he would be all right, and I started to cry for his safe condition and my foolishness. I knelt down in front of his parents, even though I knew nothing would be changed by this, but I could not forgive myself, I needed to do something to punish myself. This time I really regretted doing what I had done and I knew the problem would not just go away.
I went back home and felt so ashamed. I had to tell my father all about this, and I thought he would be very angry with me. When I had told him the whole story, and I was preparing to resist the blame from him. The surprise was he did not just blame me, but afterward he talked very gently and quietly to me. First he said that he knew I had many biases against him, but he asked me if I had ever thought of him. He had given me every thing I needed and had not force me to study because he loved me. I was really shocked; this was the first time since I had grown up that he had told me this, and the first time I had seen him with tears in his eyes in front of me. This time he was trying to solve the problem, not only for I hurt my friend but also for the problems between us.
Then he told me that he cared about my grade too but not as much as about my personality. Because he thought that when people had no knowledge it was sad, but it was even worse if people had bad morals. Therefore he just wanted me to build up a good and strong personality first and of course it would be better if I could do well in the school. I could see how disappointed he was, because of some of my bad characteristics. I suddenly understood how every single time I fought to him I hurt him so much, but now he was still willing to help me when I was in trouble. I said to myself that he was my father, no one could take his place, he was the one and the only one.
I came to study abroad two years after that accident. Sometimes I thought this was not only an accident but also a turning point in my life. If it had not happened, I would not have talked to my father like that and I might still have been against what he said, and then I cannot think what I might have been like. I also learned a very important thing, that was the importance of being part of a family after I sort out all the problems with my father.
I remembered I had always spent most of my time with my friends and ignored my family. At that time, I had
always refused whatever my father asked me to do in order to be with them, and went out without any aim. I
started to change because I noticed that home was the warmest place after I hurt my friend. I believed that
wherever I went the last destination would be home; this will never change, therefore I thought I should do
something for my family. I started to join in and try to understand them, and I found I got back the happiness
that I had lost after I grew up, the happiness of belonging to a family.
D.C. Class 04.
These days the world is getting more and more competitive. Therefore, in order to
be successful one needs more knowledge, more self confidence and more experience.
These certainly are not all qualities which one have to obtain , as besides them person
should also be lucky to certain extent, but though they are the qualities which can be
given to young people by their parents. Of course almost every parent who is concerned
with the future of the child, tries to do their best in order to prepare the kids for their
independent adulthood. They undertake different strategies and follow different
philosophies about that process. I personally see the way parents raise kids as a
straight line with two extremes at the ends, which are: to be strict to the children and
guide everything they do, and to be easygoing with the kids and let them do whatever
they want to do. Hardly anyone takes the “extreme “ position, however almost every
parent, consciously or unconsciously, tries to choose their own point of best fit. These
points might change over the time, as they are directly affected by the views of the
parents and the age of the child.
I personally never posed a question: “Did you follow any strategies or philosophies?” to
my parents, simply because I am quit confident in my ability to analyze and to answer that
question myself. If you refer back to my theory, according to me there was no permanent
point of “best fit”, as it was sliding along the line , travelling from one extreme towards another
as I was getting older. I think that the course which my parents undertook was a good choice,
although it had its faults, but nothing is perfect. The thing which I liked about the way the whole
system was set up, is that in my family my opinion was or at least was shown to be taken into
account. I was always encouraged to say what I thought and that was great because it surely
reduced the communication barriers between me and my parents.
Of course the way which parents will undertake when raising the child will depend on the
believes of the parents , personality of the child and the external environment where the
child and his parents live. Personally, I still consider that the basic strategy should be chosen
before the birth of the child as raising another human being is a big responsibility and therefore
should be planned in advance. If I ever going to have a child, I will probably try to copy the way my
parents raised me. I will be strict to the kid while he or she is young as at that age the child doesn’t
know and isn’t experienced enough to make proper decisions and therefore has to learn some basic
skills. By that, I do not mean that learning something complicated will do much good, but being polite
and able to look after oneself in hygienic terms seems like a good start to me. Later as the kid grows
I’ll try to push less on my own ideas, as lets say at the age of seven, the child is able to analyze the
surroundings and make up his own mind about the world around. And this is the age, when the kids
must start to develop their own thoughts and gain experience, even though most of the understandings
are likely to change later as more education and experience comes. In my opinion parental guidance
is still required at that age, as still not all decisions can be taken by the child correctly. After that age,
I would gradually start to reduce, my guidance and give the kid more freedom, so that more learning
of his or her external environment can be done. It certainly doesn’t mean that the kid should be left
all by himself, as observation by the parents is required at any age, and so is parent’s willingness to
listen to the things which worry their kids and to provide any help needed at any minute.
The general problem with that system is that it is often quite hard to define the point when you have
to slide along the line. And it is different for every single family. Therefore this decision should lie on
the shoulders of the parents and be wisely taken by them whenever the time comes.
My so called theory which I developed as I was writing this essay is certainly very generalized. I thing
that raising another human being is a huge responsibility which has to be studied with great care. I also
think that in order to prepare somebody for the moment when that life becomes independent the person
himself has to be independent. And that could only be reached by not being too strict to kids- by giving
them more freedom, so that they can learn from their own mistakes
E. O. :04/01/06/98 Class T
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