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College Essay Final Rewrite
College Essay Final Rewrite
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4 September 2020
A Healing Void
Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma
I constantly avoided confrontation as a child. I struggled to try and stand up for myself,
because I felt that my words would fall into a void that would spit pointed daggers back at me.
For most of my life, I stayed silent. I stayed silent when peers would slant their eyes and mock
me. I stayed silent when they tried to offend me by putting up their pinkies, dubbing it the
“Chinese middle finger.” I stayed silent when they accused me of eating cats and dogs. Speaking
only resulted in my own body silencing me by reducing me to tears and hyperventilation. Those
around me would either stay silent or pit themselves against me. Instead of facing the noise, I
chose the immoral comfort of standing idly by, and thus locked myself in a mirage.
But, news of a sickness that plagued the home country of my family spread as quickly as
the virus itself. This barren void that I observed from within my desert oasis began to split and
the chasm only widened as the ground beneath me began to crack and falter. The dull wasteland
around me bore depressing and muted shades of grey and black. I only tuned out the muffled
screams of anger and desperation and the gunshots loaded with slurs. I feigned ignorance when
rageful people would attempt to strip my comfort and morality by associating me with the deaths
of hundreds of thousands. I crafted a bubble violated with unsealable holes and placed myself on
a false moral pedestal by “being the bigger person and walking away from hate” when, in reality,
I remained that intimidated little girl who cowered in the corner, hiding her face from the hateful
gaze of racism.
This virus that snakes through our everyday lives infected more than our bodies. It
infected and exposed the embedded hatred in our minds, livening the dormant disease and
bacteria that would only breed more hate in its limelight. I realized that in the time span of those
13 years, nothing changed. The little girl whose peers bullied her because of her skin color lived
in the same time period as the girl who saw people get spat on in the streets and shot to death like
dogs. The cracked dam of ignorance finally burst. From my broken illusion, the deafening rush
of scalding water flooded the void and eroded its barren landscape. For days upon days, the
water flowed with no resistance, possessing the determination of a thousand barbarians. It roared
in fury and cursed itself for its prolonged restraint. But it stirred a cacophony of noise that would
silence others.
I realized that nothing grows in rushing water. I still heard nothing during the endless
days the torrent of water prolonged, and the surge of rage only made the void deeper. I would do
no good to simply wash away every single pain I and others endured. I would have to properly
lay it all to rest, letting the streams and ponds of my mind cleanse these wounds. I entered a
healing process and wandered the once-barren landscape. I wanted to create and grow a healthy
environment, but I could not do that by standing idly by or throwing myself into the thicket. I
slowly invited those who I silently watched suffer and those who watched me suffer silently,
welcoming conversation. The cacophony of rushing water died down to a peaceful trickle,
overlapped by amiable conversation. Though the void still has much more healing to do, I can at