Entry 4: Tables turned

I personally would look for more unique or interesting attributes of a person through their essay. I would see if they are creative, independent, mature, or determined. If a student doesn't have any of the attributes I would morel likely pick someone else who does, even if they have worse grades (as long as it's not by a lot). Grades aren't the most important things to be looking at, a person's individual way of thinking is very important as well. If a person was just to have good grades but is never good at anything else but studying what is he good for in the real world? The real world requires ingenuity only the ones who has a new or special point of view succeed in what they work for. If someone was to include pessimistic point of views in their essay I would put it to the side and maybe forget about it. I believe that pessimistic people don't just bring themselves down but also people around them, affecting the whole community. I would try to avoid pessimistic, selfish, and haughty people. The reason being that people with those attributes only bring about bad thing. Having a essay that shows such personalities just give a bad impression. It is better to get a good first impression than have to work your way up, because people may reject you before you have the chance to show them, to impress them.

Entry 3: No Big Thing

Version 1:
Just another day that school, first class AP 3d studio. I was pumped to work on my new project. The project was to create a clay sculpture. This type of sculpture has a tendency to crack and fall apart easily if not probably maintained. I was working on it with great progress and was at a satisfying stage near the end of the class. I covered it with damp paper towels to keep it from cracking and then I placed it into a plastic bag to keep it air tight. The next day I went to the art room during my study hall to work on it some more but as soon as i took it out of the plastic bag I saw that the sculpture has lost its original shape and seemed to have been eradicated. I quickly took off the paper towels and found that my sculpture has fell apart due to the weight on top. I was extremely disheartened but I wasn't going to give up. I spent the rest of the class fixing it and molding it back to the original structure I had. I was happy about it and once again put it back into the plastic bag. However that was not the end of it. On the third day I opened the bag again and found the sculpture cracked and eradicated again. I was devastated, speechless even, I couldn't believe that it continued to happen over and over again. I still didn't give up though, I stuck to it and in the end finally fixed it and it was strong. It didn't fall apart or crack, it maintained the original structure. From this I learned that with determination and patience anything can be accomplished no matter how hard the process may be. 

Version 2:
I was working on a clay sculpture for my AP 3d studio class. It continued to crack and fall apart but it was no big deal because I was use to it. I kept on fixing  it until it would no longer break. The process took time but it happens often so I didn't get frustrated at all.

First time for everything

I can clearly remember the time I faced a near death experience, I am sure that everyone would if they had one themselves. It was a during a spring vacation, I believe that I was 9 or 10 during the time. I didn't know how to swim and I have never learned how. However my parents and family friends decides to go to the hotel's pool to swim and play. It was a pretty nice looking pool, with long smooth wooden beach chairs on the side. I could clearly remember the faint smell of chlorine slowly raising out of the pool. The floor was slippery like the surface of a new slide. The whole room was bright and white, white other than the blue pool floored with colorful mosaic. I remember the older kids jumping into the water like it was nothing, as if the pool was 4 feet deep. I wanted to try too, but my mom pulled me back. I looked at her and took two flotation devices of the chair and fitted one on each of my arms. She then gently turned me around and allowed me to enter the pool. The moment I jumped in I felt a rush of cold water cover my body from head to toe. It was like being covered by snow with a thin layer of clothing on. I screamed. The air escaped my lungs and the flotation devices slipped off of my arms like butter. I was drowning. I tried to yell for help but I only felt a rush sharp cold water coming into my mouth and down my throat. The next think I could remember was a lasso on a stick plunging through the surface of the water and towards my body. I couldn't move even though I thought it was there to attack me. The lasso wrapped under one of my arms and on one side of my neck. I felt a tug and my body was being lifted to the surface of the pool. I open my eyes to feel a sharp stinging feeling like getting sand in your eyes, then my throat burned and I began to spit water out. The smell of chlorine filled my nose ten times stronger then when I just walked into the pool. My parents looked at me with a worried expressions on their faces. After this I took up swimming lessons and ended up liking to swim and even competed in swimming competitions. It took such a dramatic experience to help me build courage afterwards.

What happened to me

On the last summer day of being in shanghai before I move to Taiwan permanently, my friend for 11 years called my early in the morning. The irritating ring of the phone seem to have been amplified a hundred times, it may have been due to my grumpiness in the morning and also because I stayed up too late the day before playing with my friends. However I knew it was going to be call I had to pick up. As I slowly dragged my half asleep body out of   the blankets and off my bed the ring stopped. I looked up expecting to find the reason why and I heard form down the stairs "PATRICK ITS FOR YOU! ITS TEDDY". I rubbed my eyes and got up on my feet and started to walk toward the phone.
"Hey" I answered
"You free to come to my house?" said teddy cheerfully
"Yeah I think so. When?" I replied with a tired voice
"Great, ummmm, before noon so we can eat lunch?" he asked
"Ok, see you then" I said as I hanged up the phone and heard it click
I took a glance at the clock and it was already 10:25, no time to waste got to get out of the house soon if i want to make it to his house in time. I ran back into my room and got some clothes to change into, and then went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower. Then I ran back into my room to see what I needed to take with me. I grabbed what i needed and ran down the stair skipping steps on the way down to save time. With record breaking time i put on my shoes, tied the laces, and got my bike ready to go. As I walked out the door I yelled back into the house with all the air in my lungs making sure my parents would hear me "I AM GOING TO TEDDY'S HOUSE!". No reply. I didn't care and I slammed the door shut. Waiting impatiently for the elevator that was stuck on the third floor to come up I jumped up to reach the ceiling, feeling as if i have achieved something great every time I touched it. The elevator finally got up to my floor and as it opened a stench of rotten left overs and bathroom garbage filled the hall. I coughed and took a deep breath hoping that it would last for a decent of 17 floors. 15, 14,13,12...it numbers seemed to slow down and so did everything else around me, air was escaping my lungs. I closed my eyes and hear the elevator door open with a *ding* and I ran out of the elevator without my bike taking in fresh air. Then I turned back got my bike and went out the front door. I bike all the way to Teddy's house without stopping, not even at red lights. I got to his house just in time for lunch and by that time I was starving form the biking. I chatted with  his family and finished early so we could have more play time.
We decided to go to the sallow pool in his compound due to the heat, and we played catch with a football in the pool. We had lots of fun running around getting hurt here and there but nothing that big, or at least that is what we thought. As we walked out of the pool he noticed a trail of red fluid leading to were I stood. I first I screamed thinking that i have stepped on a small animal, but as I lifted my foot i screamed because there was a 1 cm by 3 cm open wound on my the bottom of my right foot. Crimson red colored blooded was seeping out of the wound like water out of a faucet. For some weird reason I didn't feel pain of any sort but both of us were freaking out and panicking. He ran to get tissue form the nearest bath room and I used it to wrap the wound. Both of use being optimistic thought it was just a normal wound, and no stitched were needed, and so I went on my second date of the day with another friend of mine, Anthony. We met at a mall 15 minutes away from Teddy's house for dinner and we hanged out all night until it was time for me to go home. I biked home and happily rode the now clean and sweet smelling elevator up to my floor. I opened the door and the first thing I said to my mom was "I stepped on something in the pool today, it made a pretty big wound and I was bleeding pretty bad, but it didn't hurt so I guess its OK. I am going to go take a shower". My mom stared at me and when I was in the shower i look at my wound with more detail and I still thought it was nothing. I showed my mom and she freaked out like Teddy and I did. She quickly got alcohol patches and began to rub them in to my wound. I scream like i have never screamed before and my sister called a taxi because my mom thought that I need to get stitches, which I thought was ridiculous. However we still went to the hospital, 11 at night in the ER, and the doctor looked at the wound and said "Yup definitely need stitches." My world seemed to fall around me piece by piece. The pain was what I was thinking about. The doctor pulled out a needle full of aesthetics and shoved it into my wound pulling it out and injecting it again in different areas to make sure i couldn't feel anything. However he didn't think about how painful the needles were, they were a lot of pain more than I could have imagined. Then he performed the stitched one by one I could feel the cold steel needles go in and out of my meat the thread following it. It was an excruciating experience and one I would no like to experience again.
From this I learned to be more cautious and to know when to stop and be serious about an injure, not waiting 7 hours after the injury first occurred.