Sunday, February 17, 2019
College Admissions Essay - The Power of Kindness :: College Admissions Essays
College Admissions Essay - The Power of KindnessOne day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying every of his books. I thought to myself, Why would anyone bring home every(prenominal) his books on a Friday? He must in reality be a nerd. I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books extinct of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass some ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible distress in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, Those guys are jerks. They really shou ld besot a life. He looked at me and said, Hey thanks There was a expectant smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had at peace(p) to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty chill out kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to have it away Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday He sightly laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next f our years, Kyle and I became surmount friends.
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