Essay for NYU... please help me

danhyoo
Thu, 14 Oct 2004 16:26:20 +0000

hey. im not that good of a writer… please comment or help me edit this essay… thanx guys… if u guys really wanna help… u can email me or im me

“Thank you and enjoy your flight. Next please” I walked past the flight attendant after handing in my wrinkled plane ticket with my briefcase conveniently attached with wheels. I was returning back home to New Jersey, from a technology forum in California. I looked at the paper with my seat number written on it. 25-C. After walking down the endless hallway, I finally spotted 25-C. Hoping for a window seat, I looked at my row, realizing both ends were taken. Disapprovingly, I sat on 25-C, the aisle seat, the farthest seat away from the window where I can view America from a bird’s point of view. I took out a book, and entered a different world. Deep into the story, I feel a wall slowly closing in front of me slowly. Waking me back into sad world again, I noticed a heavy man in front of me wanted to be comfortable by leaning his chair back into my knee. OK, he will probably notice that he is a little too far back any time.
360 seconds past, and now the attack are pouring onto my defenseless knee. I tried to retreat from the heavy attack, but there was nowhere to run. I tried to budge my way left. Failed. I tried to budge my way right. Failed. Oh my goodness, my next stop is going to be the ambulance if I don’t think of something quick. I thought hard. Should I call support from other two limbs above the helpless knee? I was in desperate need. I placed my hands on the backseat ahead of me, and pushed it slowly and subtly to lessen the force on my knees. It warded off the pain temporarily, but my support soon faded. There must be a way.
Another grueling 600 seconds past by, and the pain was unbearable. My face trying to squirm, I did not want to look foolish to the quiet lady next to me, reading a magazine. I tried to lean to my side to see the enemy’s strategy against me. My rival’s deadly plan was to sleep. Mutually, he was regaining energy while on the offense against me. I felt hopeless.
Tables needed to be turned. I had to take actions for myself and go on the attack myself. With ferocity, I viciously retaliated by asking cordially “excuse me sir. Is it OK if you can move up your seat just a little, it’s touching my knee” concluding with gentle smile. “Oh of course. No problem.” He adjusted the seat, and the backseat slowly backed away from its victim, letting my knee take its first breath in a total of more than five minutes. “Thank you sir, it’s much better now”
A vital lesson was learned that day. Asking a favor could make your life easier enormously. This lesson served many purposes. Not only do I hesitate to ask people a small favor for the better of my situation, but also gave me confidence to confront or greet a stranger. Interactive communication is very essential in the society we live today. Even the smallest request can change your whole day’s course. We all do not want to go through war because of your shyness.