"Kay, Kay,
can you hear me? I said turn to the index. What's wrong with you?"
I rushed out of the classroom, tears
were running uncontrollably out of my eyes, leaving my classmates and teacher completely astonished.
With no warning, my life turned into an
unprecedented (word choice?) disaster. The "hyperactive and diligent me" was lost in the midst of a stormy ocean, gloomy, fatigued, and depressed. In grade
nine, I could not help
skipping school; I slept until I could
no longer feel myself, and pathetically
showed zero interest in former hobbies, academic study, friends, or anything. On school days, I remembered how I stared at my
chapter test paper for
seventy-five minutes, wrote down nothing, and drove my
physics teacher insane. I felt worthless,
so in order to release my anger,
at some point I started to cut my arm
, and after every cut I poured salt on
the it so that it would give a transient "pleasure
." If it
were not for one of the infected wounds that almost killed me, I might still be indulging in my
metabolous (what?) world.
I decided that I had to change. After some psychological counseling, it was
elucidated (word choice?) that what made me miserable was called a Major Depressive Disorder.
I was so desperate that I began doing research
about my problem in order to find a cure. Although it is hard to pull out from a depression and even harder to accomplish with no
external help, I believed that determination would make everything possible. Indeed, there were days I felt so bad that suicidal thoughts kept coming forth. I could not stop, since I had no choice but to pursue a normal life. Luckily, I overcame all the obstacles and through a session of studies, I
rediscovered myself though an episode of relaxation therapy and self-encouragement.
Most importantly, I was fascinated by the complexity of psychology and dedicated myself to studying it.
This year, I have taken Psychology 12 as a supplement course, but my thirst
for psychology is
far from quenched by just three classes a week. In an effort to learn psychology better, I even read books associate
d with psychology during lunchtime.
Since I know what it feels like to
undergo a psychological disorder, I have never stopped dreaming about being a successful psychiatrist and
helping people with such problems out of misery. I'd like to devote myself wholly for psychology. University of Florida meant to me not only
a superior education, but also a maturation process for me to acquire the capacity and confidence to succeed in my career.
Subject matter might be a bit heavy for some, but overall you made your point clear. There are some syntax errors, but nothing major. I corrected the ones that stuck out to me most.
Randy Swan