My Hometown

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Hello sir !

Could you check this "essay" or something i call like that for me please? ..

I wanted to join a exam but i can't find out a person who can check this and i don't do it well. I don't know it is true or false when joining a game with some helps from others, but i think if i join a exam on net, that means people,who makes the game, accepted all your actions to finish your game. So i decide to ask you. I don't know whether it is ok or not too, can you tell me if it is so stupic? Thank you sir very much.

The Requestion of the exam is writing a essay. It says why you want to join in a university? the major you chose ? The reason you think you can get the assistance from the program?

And this it my essay. It is so ashame when i must say that i did this in over 1 month what you can do in only some hours..but i think it is not good.

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I love my hometown, love views from the windown of my house, the ground which is full with childrens' laughs,love the peace of the simple life here...love houses on the back of mountains, love friendly people, too. I love everything belongs my hometown where i was born and grew in 20 years... But I want a change! ... Because all things i love are the outside of the poor here!

My native land is poor. The destitution keeps on pursue persistently the human life in many years..no escape route.... That is a mountainous remote province in Viet nam - a developing country remains numerous difficulty. There , people work hard but still have not enough food because the work and the life here depends on the changeable climate very much. Therefore, children like us grow up in much anxietys and expection to change the life of many generations. The childhood closely connected the memory of my parents' strenousness and pieces of life who can't get out the poor obsess me continously. Sometimes i feel very sad while seeing a beggar who come from a far place to here to earn living but finds nothing; really feel unable when all i can do for the medicant old woman is simply only the sympathy; burst into tears when unintentionally seeing what my father does for people around him though he isn't richer than them any more. I often think about my past trip to places where electricity couldn't come, went in a half of a day, looked at isolated ustable houses on the side of mountains; saw simple smiles apear vaguely with the strenousness of childrents; listened to the "night leaf horn" which dissoled into the fog- the sound was so sorrowful , couldn't find a way...And i wonder myself how i can help them,how to do for some day, there will be a university with international quality in Viet nam, a free hospital for poors, or at least how to help people in need in my country get richer ! I continued to bring those all memories with desires to do something for my native land stride over the childhood....until now. Saying that doesn't mean i am completely good, maybe only 50% but that let know that i don't take notice of sundry things or money to enjoy for myself. I tried to find something else which wasn't ephemeral like position or fame ! I tried to help my compatriots. Perhaps it is because i am as poor as them, or because of the way i was educated, thought that being a person means having to become a good person , help others specially the olds and the poors, that having to live generously, open-handedly, that happiness is when others live happily... Many years...growing uy... education is the key. I understanded that the only way to help my hometown is having to have a lot of knowledge to help them do what they don't know now. Thus that means i must be very skilled. For that reason, i must learn to be capable to do that. And therefore university is a destination which is surely existed in my way. So i determined to try my best to enter a university.

But during 7 years- a long period...
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