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Gingie — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 15:08:32 GMT

Sport

âI am happy to say, into amateur sport, which is the best and soundest thing in Englandâ. This is what an inspired Scottish-born writer of detective fiction named Arthur Conan Doyle wrote in âThe Return of Sherlock Homesâ. No matter whether it is an amateur or professional sport, certainly, it benefits people all around the wide world regardless of their contrastive races and religions.

Some various types of sports are cricket, equestrian, fencing, martial arts, rugby and gymnastics and just to name a few. Despite their different names and distinctive playing techniques, these games have something in common that is the benefits it provides. One of the undoubtedly verified values of sport is we are able to ponder more clearly and subsequently improve our mood. How is this achieved? When we are playing games, our heart beats more rapidly and thus, more oxygen is sent to our brain.

Works and no plays, make Jack a dull boy. For students, it is advisable to play outdoor activities such as football on a regular basis for at least three times a week and twenty minutes for each session of exercise as it will make them be more energetic and ready for lessons and study. As well as maintaining our body in the pink of life, sport that requires team spirit such as rugby will also sow the seeds of strong amity and well-built comradeship amongst the athletes. Even the spectators who clap and shout together can feel the sense of sport spirit while watching a match and this prove that sports have a social value.

Other values of sports are strengthening connective tissues and ameliorate blood circulation. Hence, some physical illnesses can be precluded such as heart attack and arteriosclerosis. This is very perilous as heart attack is one of the major causes of death in this global era. Meanwhile, arteriosclerosis takes place when the walls of the arteries are thickening and hardening because of the occurrence of clogs in the blood vessel as a consequence of too much cholesterol accumulates and lack of physical exercise.

Consistent training and good eating habits combined, will aid in reducing the formation of cellulite which is often formed in postnatal women and those who conform to birth control pills because the waste system cannot get rid of the enormous flow of estrogens in the body. Therefore, what are the apposite exercises in combating cellulite? If football and rugby are not you favourite cup of tea, you can practise martial arts such as aikido, kick boxing, silat and ju-jitsu instead. It is not only has the same benefits like any other sports, it is also very fascinating and enthralling.

It is surely true that you cannot teach old dogs new tricks. However, for those who are still reluctant to cultivate regular exercise and play sports, it is very sensible to turn over a new leaf. To put it laconically, sports and physical workouts benefit us a lot as recounted beforehand.

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p/s: guys..what do you think about my essay..? i know..it is not an excellent essay..so, please correct me for any mistakes that i've made..(sorry, i'm not very good in English..)

CRITIQUE MY ESSAY PLEASE!

Guest — Sun, 26 Dec 2004 02:27:45 GMT

I need help editing my essay. ANy help will be great. I think it gets too boring and i'm looking to make it more interesting.
thanks
here it goes:

Stick in one hand and pebbles in my pocket, I was climbing the backyard mango tree on a sunny afternoon. For two hours I had been trying to break a mango from the tree but had little success. Helplessness swept over me but suddenly my hopes went high when I heard the familiar voice, "Viral! Viral! Where are you? Let's go home." It was my sister Purvi. She helped me get the mango. She then held my tiny hand and we walked home together.
âDidiâ, as I called her, was someone I looked up to as both an older sister and a parent. She was ten years older than I, and had an admirably caring and supportive nature. She would make me laugh, correct my mistakes, walk me to school, and play with me. Her personality was like her actions: thoughtful and intelligent. Growing up with her, Didi taught me more than she knew.
The day I had feared soon arrived â my sisters wedding. It had arrived before I was ready for it. Only ten years old, I cried all afternoon that day, upset and unable to comprehend the fact that I would be without Didi. Three years later, another major change occurred in my life; my father announced, âWe will be moving to America.â With these quick changes in my life, I soon learned to become independent.
In America, my other older sister, Shruti played a critical role in my life. Attending college for three years and working full time she was a busy woman. My parents werenât yet able to drive; still Shruti encouraged me to take an active role in extra curricular activities. She would drive me to soccer practices and countless club meetings. To me, she was the epitome of hard work; I learned from her to struggle despite the obstacles to reach a goal. I also learned to make good use of my time, keeping myself busy with activities ranging from medical internships to summer courses. The summer after my freshmen year in high school, I eagerly wanted to take a course at college. Despite the lack of ride, I rode my bike 45-minute everyday in the scorching heat to get to class.
It would seem as if my parents took a back seat. But in reality they effectively looked after me making me an independent person. My parents made me responsible and made me think for myself instead of forcing me. My dad would say, âExperience is the best way to learnâ and encouraged me to take risks. The first time my class played baseball in Physical Education, I accidentally ran with the bat held firmly in my hand, a funny yet, natural mistake since I was used to cricket. After the incident, I started to make a conscious effort to get accustomed to the new world and its cultural practices. In the midst of discovering my identity, I was helping my parents to reinvent theirs by becoming their cultural interpreter. On the road to this journey, every step was accompanied with motivational values taught by my parents: patience, gratitude, respect for elders, and worship of knowledge.
My family has been a great influence throughout my life. From childhood to present, my life has been a series of rite of passages that have taught me to become independent. I am the person today shaped by my family and I hope to use the values they have taught me to succeed throughout

Help with Columbia Essay!

vgg — Tue, 14 Dec 2004 03:49:49 GMT

Hello,
I wrote this essay for my early action school(MIT) where I was deferred . I want to edit it a lot more because I don't think its that great yet. Although writing is my weakness, I really want to make this essay stand out.
Any help with editing/formatting and writing style will be awesome. I plan to just revise the essay for most of my schools.
Thanks

School: Columbia
Essay Topic: Describe yourself and who you are.

_____On a heavy monsoon day, I was walking home from school. The ground was full of puddles and earthworms of all sizes were crawling to seek shelter. My rubber gumboots were half-filled with water and I could hear the dripping sound as drops of water touched the flooded roads. Soon, I reached my building, picked up the mail and ran up to our apartment. Of course, all this time I had an umbrella neatly tucked in my school bag; I never saw the need to use it. I loved getting wet and playing in the rain.
_____This was a typical day, and my thirteen-year-old mind had planned out an afternoon of Table Tennis with friends. My mother didn't greet me as usual at the door that day, and by the seeping pieces of hushed conversation, I knew something serious was going on. Soon my dad approached me and announced, âWe will be moving to America.â
_____Ten months later, I was disembarking the plane at JFK international airport in New York City. My mind comprised of mixed emotions, but I was thoroughly ecstatic to experience my future endeavors. I have always aspired to be a doctor and my decision averred every time I saw my grandmother lying in bed, suffering from lymphoma, during joyous occasions. I optimistically looked at the future convinced that there would be myriad of opportunities in America to learn more about medicine. My mind wondered would I be the next Dr. J.C. Bose, who discovered several diseases in plants; or would I be the next Sir Alexander Fleming who discovered penicillin
_____With the arrival of autumn started my colorful school days. The first time we played baseball in Physical Education, I accidentally ran with the bat held firmly in my hands, a funny yet natural mistake since I was used to cricket. After the incident, I started to make a conscious effort to get accustomed to the New World and its cultural practices. In the midst of discovering my identity, I was helping my parents to reinvent theirs by becoming their cultural interpreter. On the road to this new journey, every step was accompanied with motivational values from my Indian culture: patience, gratitude, respect for elders, and worship of knowledge. I consider myself fortunate of having the opportunity to experience the two cultures simultaneously. I have now learned to emulate the best of both worlds creating a unique personality for myself. In this process, I have also learned to become a well-rounded person.
_____My dreams and aspirations have not been shaped overnight. They have developed progressively. As I grew older, my love for medicine has grown stronger because of the increased exposure to the field. My parents have given me the greatest opportunity and resources by immigrating to America, which I might not have had in India. There are numerous challenges that usually accompany an immigration experience; mine seem negligible comparatively, perhaps because of my attitude towards it. I look at my journey not as a regret, but as the opportunity of a lifetime. My sister once said, âThe world has not shaped you, but in fact you have shaped the world around yourself.â When I think back to the years that have passed by, I know I have been successful, however, the journey is not yet over. There is still the ultimate goal to achieve â the day when I fulfill my dream and become a doctor.

Re: Please Critic my Essay for MIT

julielai — Fri, 05 Nov 2004 23:15:44 GMT

Just the glaring errors.

all sizes *crawling to seek shelter. My rubber gumboots were half-filled with water and I could hear the dripping sound as more water accumulated in *them (what are them???).

Note: btw, what does the rain have to do with your goal in life?

_________ After I reached home, I *really wanted to get together with my friends. However, my *place wasnât exactly what one called cheerful.

_________ Ten months later, around 11:30 AM, I was *getting off (this is a personal essay; use words accordingly) the plane at JFK International Airport in New York City. *I had a lot of mixed feelings, but was excited for the most part. Would I be the next Sachin Tendulkar, the youngest cricket player *of the world (or whatever)???? Or would I be the next Dr. J.C. Bose, the great biologist who proved that plants too could feel? Since I was a child I have been extremely interested in medicine and my dream *has been to become a doctor. I optimistically looked at the future *and remained convinced that there would be myriad of opportunities to learn more about medicine in America.

From then on I knew I would have to get used *to the way of life here. So, I began reading extensively and researching *for background information before lectures and that helped me in class. One change that was prominent, however, was the change in culture. I never really knew whether to follow *the American or Indian culture. Upon receiving a 99 on a test, my parents would always question where the one point went, forcing me to recap on my mistakes. Most of my teachers, on the other hand, would congratulate me and then advise me to loosen up a bit. I continued to be influenced by both cultures because of *the time spent both in school and at home.
*Aside from math and science, I also became an expert at dancing and *leadership. I continue*d to work hard, *and *the work was fun and very satisfying. The experience of *the two cultures has *shaped my unique personality and helped me become a well-rounded person.
_________ *I did not come up with my dreams and aspiration overnight. They have developed progressively and my *immigrant experience has played a major role in shaping my dreams. As a child I was extremely interested in medicine. Upon arriving in this country, I *observed the quality of service and health care available to the citizens and *compared it with *other countries I had visited. I *really wanted to improve the conditions and this strengthened my already present passion for the field. As I grew older, this love has grown stronger because of the increased *exposure to the *profession (you have used the word once already). Job shadow days with doctors, volunteer works at hospitals, blood drives, biotechnology camps, and *my internships at Vassar Hospital and Sloan Kettering Hospital have all *fueled my passion for the field of medicine. My parents have given me the greatest opportunity and resources by immigrating to America; *(which referred to the wrong thing: America) I might not have had *the same opportunity in India. My sister once said, "The world has not shaped you, but in fact you have shaped the world around yourself." When I think back and reflect on the years that have passed by, I know I have been successful*; however, the journey is not yet over. There is still the ultimate goal to achieve â the day when I fulfill my dream *by becoming a doctor.

Please Critic my Essay for MIT

vgg — Fri, 05 Nov 2004 21:27:04 GMT

Hey everyone,
I need someone to proof read my essay.
I've been continuously revising it and i have to hand in the final draft today
Any suggestions or editing will be awesome
thanks

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_________On a heavy monsoon day, I was walking home from school. The wet ground was filled with puddles and earthworms of all sizes crawled to seek shelter. My rubber gumboots were half-filled with water and I could hear the dripping sound as more water accumulated in them. Soon I reached my building, picked up the mail and ran up to my apartment. Of course, all this time I had an umbrella neatly tucked in my school bag but didnât use it. I loved getting wet and playing in the rain.
_________ After I reached home, I was excited to get together with my friends. However, the mood in my house wasnât so cheerful. My parents were talking slowly among themselves. Soon my dad approached me and said, âWe will be moving to Americaâ.
_________ Ten months later, around 11:30 AM, I was disembarking the plane at JFK international airport in New York City. My mind comprised of mixed feeling, but I was excited for the most part. Would I be the next Sachin Tendulkar, the youngest cricket player? Or would I be the next Dr. J.C. Bose, the great biologist who proved that plants too could feel? Since I was a child I have been extremely interested in medicine and my dream ever since has been to become a doctor. I optimistically looked at the future convinced that there would be myriad of opportunities to learn more about medicine in America.
_________ School soon started. Once, when we played baseball in Physical Education I accidentally began running with the bat, a funny yet natural mistake since I was used to cricket. From then on I knew I would have to get used the way of life here. So, I began reading extensively and researching information before lectures allowing me to could participate in classes. One change that was prominent, however, was the change in culture. I never really knew whether to follow American or Indian culture. Upon receiving a 99 on a test, my parents would always question where the one point went, forcing me to recap on my mistakes. Most of my teachers, on the other hand, would congratulate me and then advise me to loosen up a bit. I continued to be influenced by both cultures because of school in the morning and the time at home. However, I consider myself fortunate to have the opportunity of experiencing two cultures at once. I have now learned to emulate the best of both. Instead of just math and science, I also became an expert at dancing and leading. I continue to work hard, yet have fun and feel satisfied. The experience of two cultures has created a unique personality for me and helped me become a well-rounded person.
_________ My dreams and aspiration have not been shaped overnight. They have developed progressively and my immigration experience has played a major role in shaping my dreams. As a child I was extremely interested in medicine. Upon arriving in this country, I noticed the quality of service and health care available to the citizens and contrasted it with others countries I had visited. I felt a desire to improve the conditions and this strengthened my already present passion for the field. As I grew older, this love has grown stronger because of the increased exposed to the field. Job shadow days with doctors, hospital and other volunteer works, blood drives, biotechnology camp, and internships at Vassar Hospital and Sloan Kettering Hospital have all added to my passion for the field of medicine. My parents have given me the greatest opportunity and resources by immigrating to America, which I might not have had in India. My sister once said, "The world has not shaped you, but in fact you have shaped the world around yourself." When I think back and reflect on the years that have passed by, I know I have been successful, however, the journey is not yet over. There is still the ultimate goal to achieve â the day when I fulfill my dream and become a doctor.

Re: Can you review my college essay?

anon1 — Sun, 31 Oct 2004 19:19:07 GMT

Hi,

Here are my comments.

I hope they are of value.

Good luck.

MountainHiker

âBritish Airways flight 332 departing from Gate 6 is now boarding, first class passengers please come forward with your boarding passes,â called out the air stewardess on my last day. At that moment, since I was 10, I did not know any better. âMy last dayâ to me was leaving behind my friends, âmyâ life, âmyâ school, âmyâ cricket, and âmyâ country. At that moment, I did not know the emotions that were flowing within my body--I was only 10.

I stood there with my parents, my brother, my two uncles, my two aunts, and my cousin, who had knocked out my teeth by accident earlier that year. I held my passport that my dad had given to me, giving me more responsibility and making me feel I was older. I stood there with my passport and my tiny backpack packed with a hand-help video game at the Ahmedabad International Airport in India on my last day.

Even at 10, I had realized that after I leave India, I would not be able to do the same things that I had once done. Each time I thought about the friendly, yet competitive, cricket games with my neighborhood friends against our conjoined apartments [you played cricket with apartments??], I would want to reconsider the move. Emigration is always an extremely difficult feeling to cope with, especially for a 10 year old. Since I had lacked [mature] experiences, all the minor experiences I had had were stuck with me as major familiarities.[you need to fix this prior sentence.] Then it came.

âWould seats 37 through 57 please board the plane at this time,â nonchalantly demanded the overhead speakers. She was not merciful to my feelings.

I feared look[ing] at my boarding pass to get a glance at my seat number. I knew what it was a week ago, since I had inspected the ticket almost forty times the week before[.] [But] I had never gone on a plane before, and so I was expecting to be extremely excited about this day. hen I glanced at my ticket, it was as if all of my worst fears came together. [What fears, why???] All of us slowly walked towards the entrance and towards the plane.

As soon as I boarded the plane and got in my window seat, it [what is "it"?] was all over for me. I knew I would never get to see my old way of life ever again. My memory still troubles me to think that I never have been the same ever since that experience. I was moving to the United States of America. I knew adapting to a new language, a new [set of] custom, a new way of life, new food, and new friends would be extremely difficult, but I knew what I had to [proceed or go on or do it]. []I knew I had to grow up quickly, because if I did not, I would not be able to keep up with the new life. I had so much new to learn. But, I was willing. All this was going through my mind on that lonely cold night in February in Ahmedabad, India, as the plane noisily departed the airport, climbing to 35,000 feet in a matter of minutes. I looked down as the plane ascended, watching as we passed over buildings that had lights. They were the flickering stars of Earth that will soon be forgotten in my naÃ¯ve 10 year old mind.

Now when I look back at this moment, I can unquestionably say that I have overcme all those [challenges] that I once [worried] about as the plane was ascending. I overcame the language barrier. I have became [accustomed] to the new life and custom. But, the most important change I have had is my passion for education.[reword prior sentence.] I strive to learn more. [Achieving the best I can acquire, I have had an opportunity in this country to be what I want to be, and I will not let this opportunity, as the clichÃ© goes, slip through my fingers....tighten prior sentence.] I want to continue my need [???] for education, and the next step in my chapter is college. I know I can succeed in my education, bringing my diverse knowledge into one concrete institution and applying this knowledge to further my opportunities within the greater community. My move to the United States has shaped my life, making me view education, especially, as a window to many other opportunities. I view education as a car; I view myself as the driver. And, if I am given an opportunity to get the car of my dreams, I know I can drive it to places where my opportunities will not be lost. [I would rewrite this entire last paragraph. You seem to be trying to hard. It seems clumsy.]

When I look back at this moment, I know I overcame those all those challenges I worried about as the plane as ascending. I am now fluent in English and have adapted to the American cultures and customs. One of the benefits of living in America is the availability and accessbility to higher education. I am passionate to acquire a solid education that will provide me with the knowledge and skills to pursue my dreams [whatever they might be??]. I am grateful to my parents for having moved the family to the United States where I feel I have more opportunities if I am willing to study and work hard.

Notes:

You say you were 10 years old numerous, numerous times. Once or twice ought to suffice.

Can you review my college essay?

Guest — Sat, 30 Oct 2004 16:13:16 GMT

First of all, thank you for attempting to read my essay. This is for my college application, so be as harsh as possible :D Thanks. Also, I think my ending is a little weak, can anyone help me on this? Thanks again.

[bold]Memorable Moment[/bold]

âBritish Airways flight 332 departing from Gate 6 is now boarding, first class passengers please come forward with your boarding passes,â called out the air stewardess on my last day. At that moment, since I was 10, I did not know any better. âMy last dayâ to me was leaving behind my friends, âmyâ life, âmyâ school, âmyâ cricket, and âmyâ country. At that moment, I did not know the emotions that were flowing within my body; I was only 10.
I stood there with my parents, my brother, my two uncles, my two aunts, and my cousin, who had knocked out my teeth by accident earlier that year. I held my passport that my dad had given to me, giving me more responsibility, and making me feel I was older. I stood there with my passport and my tiny backpack packed with a hand-help video game at the Ahmedabad International Airport in India on my last day.
Even at 10, I had realized that after I leave India, I would not be able to do the same things that I had once done. Each time I thought about the friendly, yet competitive, cricket games with my neighborhood friends against our conjoined apartments, I would want to reconsider the move. Emigration is always an extremely difficult feeling to cope with, especially for a 10 year old. Since I had lacked experiences, all the minor experiences I had had were stuck with me as major familiarities. Then it came.
âWould seats 37 through 57 please board the plane at this time,â nonchalantly demanded the overhead speakers. She was not merciful to my feelings.
I feared to look at my boarding pass to get a glance at my seat number. I knew what it was a week ago, since I had inspected the ticket almost forty times the week before; I had never gone on a plane before, and so I was expecting to be extremely excited about this day. But, when I glanced at my ticket, it was as if all of my worst fears came together. All of us slowly walked towards the entrance and towards the plane.
As soon as I boarded the plane and got in my window seat, it was all over for me. I knew I would never get to see my old way of life ever again. My memory still troubles me to think that I never have been the same ever since that experience. I was moving to the United States of America. I knew adapting to a new language, a new custom, a new way of life, new food, and new friends would be extremely difficult, but I knew what I had to do. Even at 10, I knew I had to grow up quickly, because if I did not, I would not be able to keep up with the new life. I had so much new to learn. But, I was willing. All this was going through my mind on that lonely cold night in February in Ahmedabad, India, as the plane noisily departed the airport, climbing to 35,000 feet in a matter of minutes. I looked down as the plane ascended, watching as we passed over buildings that had lights. They were the flickering stars of Earth that will soon be forgotten in my naÃ¯ve 10 year old mind.
Now when I look back at this moment, I can unquestionably say that I have overcame all those aspects that I once wondered about as the plane was ascending; I have overcame the language barrier; I have became habituated to the new life and custom. But, the most important change I have had is my passion for education. I strive to learn more, and I strive to know more. Achieving the best I can acquire, I have had an opportunity in this country to be what I want to be, and I will not let this opportunity, as the clichÃ© goes, slip through my fingers. I want to continue my need for education, and the next step in my chapter is college. I know I can succeed in my education, bringing my diverse knowledge into one concrete institution and applying this knowledge to further my opportunities within the greater community. My move to the United States has shaped my life, making me view education, especially, as a window to many other opportunities. I view education as a car; I view myself as the driver. And, if I am given an opportunity to get the car of my dreams, I know I can drive it to places where my opportunities will not be lost.