Professional Documents
Culture Documents
College Application Essay
College Application Essay
Mrs. Cramer
College Composition I
22 February 2019
Greetings, my name is Jordan Maria Knight, I’m 16 years old and I have autism. I would
be delighted to discuss about the incident of the 9 of January 2017. I know I don’t usually
discuss matters about traumatizing events like this one, but bear with me here. Back when I was
a high school freshman, I used to almost rely on elevators to transport quickly; however, I’m
Firstly, it all started on an extremely cold day. We were originally going to have our field
arrived at Buffalo Science museum at 10:15. The reason why we came to the museum is to learn
more about science. We learned about animals, extinction, and weather. However, our fun and
To add on, we were on our way to the third floor of the museum when we got stuck the
elevator. Ms. Barnes, Ms. Whitlow, Jacob, Harry, and Gabe were with me during the tragedy.
The elevator stopped between the second and third floors. The temperature was rising and there
was no air flow. We were stuck in the small elevator for about fifteen to twenty minutes; during
those minutes of my life, we were all panicking, and I was scared from the whole trauma of
being in a small, packed elevator. Eventually, some museum faculty members rescued us from
the elevator. They told us that we learned physics. They also gave us a glass of fresh water to
relieve us. We visited more exhibits, such as the exercise game and the bugs. Then, we came to
the first floor again to eat lunch. After that, we left the Buffalo Museum of Science at 1:30 PM
Knight 2
and returned to the high school 2:30 PM. I slept on the way back to the school. When I returned
home, I decided to vow not to ride elevators ever again in my life, knowing that all elevators
could be like that. I avoided the school elevator at all costs. I used the stairs from that day
forward.
Furthermore, I learned the negative side of elevators. I know now that elevators break
down and stairs won’t technologically break down. I know that I stayed home for some
subsequent days because I felt sick after the traumatizing occurrence. It impacted me because it
made me a stronger person. It helped me use the stairs more often. I’m less lazy than I was
before the elevator incident. Some people say, “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
The elevator incident did not kill me; it made me a stronger human being. Next time I go to the
museum, I’ll go take the stairs. Therefore, I won’t have history repeating itself. It’ll help me with
overcoming the obstacles including college-related ones because I’m now a stronger person. If I