“3, 2, 1, Action.” With my parents seated in the directors’ chairs, the camera begins to roll; filming has resumed. In this scene, I tackle an exam in my AP Physics class, the most challenging course I have yet taken in my high school career. The result is terrible, and I trudge home despondently. “Cut!” In response to the sharp interjection, I stop acting, and the camera stops rolling. “What a poor performance.” Ashamed, I face the directors, head hung low. A moment...

I was once a slave to Victory. Winning was my only motivation, my sole source of satisfaction, and losing always brought dejection and despondency. This changed, however, when I met Tennis. When I was first introduced to the sport in freshman year, I improved rapidly. I became good enough to play on the varsity team sophomore year, but this was where I hit a ceiling. Victory left me. Week after week, I lost to players that were quicker, stronger, fitter,...

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Volunteering,...

Quiet...

Did both, apply...

Undergraduate...