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Write a reflective composition on an accident that you happened to witness.Marks:30
Witnessing near-death experiences can be harrowing. Afterwards, one cannot look at life the same way.
It is a strange kind of desperate helplessness that comes over when you see a person struggling for his life and you cannot do anything but wait for the emergency services to come and do what is needed.
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§ Start by describing the incident from the very beginning. For instance, “I was on my way to school/market/college one day when I saw…”
§ Give a detailed description of the incident, describing how the accident happened and what the states of the vehicle and the victim were.
§ You can add details of the surroundings and the reactions of the by-standers including yourself. Who reacted first? Did help arrive on time?
You can conclude using the same line of thought used in the introduction – impact of what you witnessed on you. This can be a personal description gradually leading to the conclusion – what happened in the end? Did help arrive? How did you feel? The final sentence can be a summing up of the whole experience.
Write a reflective composition expressing your feelings on getting your first car.Marks:30
“Nothing stops the man who desires to achieve. Every obstacle is simply a course to develop his achievement muscle. It's a strengthening of his powers of accomplishment.”
- Thomas Carlyle
Milestones are important in life. They help to boost our morale by giving us a sense of achievement. First time riding a bicycle, your first award, first job, first pay cheque or your first car, all of these are significant milestones in a person’s life.
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§ Details about the time when the car was bought. For instance, after a year of working at a particular place or maybe two years of working, saving money and finally buying a car.
§ Talk about what the car stands for. Talk about the purchase of the car as a significant milestone and a moment of achievement in your life.
§ You may add details about how important it was to buy a car. Maybe a story about the first car that your father or mother bought and the feeling that was shared by the family at the purchase can be added.
§ The independence and the transformation of a person which happens when significant material possessions are bought with hard earned money.
Nothing competes with the joy of ‘first’ milestones. The joy of possessing your first car with your own money is something unique and it is a significant milestone which gives one a sense of being an independent adult, ready to take on some responsibilities.
Write a reflective composition on a time when you were given a surprise party by your friends.Marks:30
A surprise party that my friends threw for me
I enrolled for graduate studies at the University of Cape Town last year. This meant that I had to move from Johannesburg to Cape Town. I was born and raised in Johannesburg where we have a lovely community of families all around our house. I have a group of friends which consists of people I’ve known from my pre-school days and we have never spent any significant period of time apart. This meant that all of us would be together for every occasion, small or big.
Moving to Cape Town was hard. Especially since it meant that I’d be alone on my nineteenth birthday. It was something I deliberately didn’t think about when I packed my bags because I knew it would make leaving home harder than it was.
When the day arrived, I was already depressed. I woke up as per my routine, went to college, spoke to a few classmates and came back to my dormitory. It was a day as mundane as any other and it didn’t feel special at all. The thought of being alone in the evening made me sad. I tried to distract myself by thinking about a paper that I was supposed to submit the following week. Even that didn’t help as much as I thought it would and my spirits hung low.
As soon as I opened the door, I screamed when I heard my friends and my family standing there holding balloons in their hands screaming ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top of their voices. I burst into tears and ran to my mother. I saw that my friends were so thoughtful that they invited some of my classmates too. I just mumbled ‘thank you’ incessantly to each one of them through the tears that would not stop coming. Then, I received a bigger surprise! My closest friend, Briana told me that she too got accepted at the University of Cape Town and was going to move here the following week. It was the best birthday ever and I realised how important each and every one of my friends and family are. I never felt so loved before.
Many incidents which happen to us or those that we witness happening to others leave lasting impact on our minds. Write about one such incident, reflecting on how it left a lasting impression on your mind.Marks:30
A life changing incident
Sometimes, all it takes is a moment and your life is never the same. Such moments, or incidents, rather, leave a very lasting impact a person’s life. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was visiting my cousin in Pretoria when I witnessed an incident that changed my perspective towards humanity for ever. I was walking to the bus station from a busy market street when I saw a man being hit by a car.
The car was over speeding and the poor man was badly injured. At that moment, when the impact happened, everything came to a standstill. The poor man, must’ve been in his thirties, was lying in a pool of blood. Within a fraction of seconds, there was commotion all around and a crowd of people surrounded him. What happened next was something I was absolutely surprised at. A couple of people could be heard talking hastily over the phone to the emergency services and a few others were debating over the actual chain of events. When it was realised that the emergency services were unable to send an ambulance immediately, the conversations became louder and then finally, a homeless man, who was sitting underneath the bridge in his ragged clothes stepped forward, tore a piece of cloth from his tattered garments and divided it into two pieces and tied one on the arm and one on the thigh of the victim to arrest the blood flow. The crowd fell absolutely silent. All this while, no one among the people gathered dared to approach the victim. Thankfully, the emergency services sent an ambulance just at the right moment. Had it not been for the homeless man, the victim would have easily bled to his death.
The homeless man accompanied the victim to the hospital and promised to give his statement as a witness. What I saw that day was more than just presence of mind. While everybody was busy arguing about the actual chain of events and how the car hit the man or what the man was doing while he was hit, this homeless man was the one who actually helped save the victim’s life. It astonished me because I know that everyone condemns the homeless people and blames them for not earning a livelihood despite being able-bodied. But, despite there being a horde of able-bodied and earning people, the only one who actually made a difference in saving the life of the victim was a homeless man. The incident opened my eyes and it taught me not to judge a book by its cover. Goodness exists within everybody and it is wrong to condemn someone for not doing something without knowing the entire story. We can never tell who would prove to be the most useful person when we need them the most.
Write a reflective composition on ‘a visit to an orphanage’ elaborating on the impact the visit had on you.Marks:30
A visit to an orphanage
Often, we don’t realise how lucky we are. The role of a parent is not something that can be undermined and I happened to have this realisation recently when I visited an orphanage with my aunt. My aunt and uncle have been married for seven years. They decided not to have children and to adopt instead. My aunt asked me if I’d like to pay a visit to the orphanage with them and I agreed.
St. Lucia’s home for girls is situated ten kilometres outside Johannesburg, where my aunt lives. The driveway to the orphanage was lined with lush green trees and the orphanage itself was a modest but beautiful complex. After having a word with the Head of Operations, my Aunt, Uncle and I went inside to the play area to interact with the kids. We were introduced to Maya, the little girl my uncle and aunt were going to adopt. She is three years old and is a beautiful girl with long, dark curly hair. Maya’s parents died in a car accident when she was six months old and has been living in St. Lucia’s ever since. On meeting her and the other kids, I realised how lucky I am to have my parents. I never have to worry about a thing. I am always well fed, dressed and never have to worry about a thing. My parents leave no stone unturned when it comes to providing for me and my sister. To imagine that there are just so many children out there in the world who are deprived of this basic and most important need, is saddening. I met so many children that day; some were my peers and some of them much younger. I heard so many stories that moved me deeply. Life can be unimaginably hard without parents.
I was glad for Maya because I know that my aunt and uncle will take great care of her. Coming to think of it, I have newfound respect for my aunt and uncle for they chose to give a home to a child who actually has no one to call her own. It is a very thoughtful deed. I think when I grow up; I too would like to do the same. At least, I would be contributing towards making somebody’s life significantly better and that is a pure and fulfilling deed to do.