Diagnostic Essay
There are many countries that don't receive the recognition that it deserves. And I experienced that in the first person. The trip to Honduras was the spring break of my sophomore year. And for me, I had dreamed of doing many exciting things with my high school friends. But my parents had something else planned, and it didn't involve any of my ideas of fun.. The trip that I dreaded so much, would become, easily been the best vacation that a 16 year old high school student could ask for.
I never thought that I would enjoy the country. My brother was a missionary down there, and he spoke fluent english and spanish. We took a car to the place we would stay. He finally reached me before I drowned in the unfamiliar waters of the Honduran airport.
I never had time to stop and think about where I was, and what I was doing. The trip kept me on my feet, and never let me rest. We went around to villages to help those in need. I thought that I would be most moved by the intense experiences. But, I wasn't. It was the petty things that had the most affect on me. One experience I have is of this little girl that had been shy and was left out of the rest of the kids groups. She began to climb up this tree but she was struggling. She was determined to reach the fruit at the top of the tree. She spent all afternoon climbing, refused any help from anyone. She became very close to the fruit. It dangled and so did she, as she grabbed the fruit and fell to the ground. I expected her to eat the fruit right away. But she didn't. She placed it into my hands and gave me a hug. I realized I was free from a cellphone, email, Television, and all the other technology. I had never felt so free before. And that's when I knew what life was really suppose to feel like. The trip had reached its its high and I felt like it would never digress. Or at least, when I found myself in the airport again but this time I was leaving.
I wanted to stay in honduras, never to return. Then I realized that I had two more years of high school. I left Honduras convinced that I would return again. I came back to Virginia Beach changed forever.
The end of your third paragraph has a wonderful thesis.
ReplyDeleteThe image is so relevant and the story about the girl and fruit is terrific.
My only suggestion is regarding your font choice, which is difficult to read, as the letters are thick and obese and of such small size and may take away from the overall consistency of the appearance and theme of the blog as a whole.
Otherwise I cannot wait to read the revised essay. Based on this, I say you've got a talent for picking out what's important and showing the world what these kinds of situations could mean to them if they stopped and thought about it if they can't come to the conclusion you did on their own, though happiness is different for everyone.
Keep writing. Keep sharing.