[H]College Essay

im really bored and this wave of nostalgia overcame me. I remember spending hours playing 3v3s and 4v4s with friends years ago. It's so hard to put together a decent 3v3. So for anyone who would like to get some 3v3s started get post your account name here and meet up on west

im bored and i want to mass tvp. anybody interested. my aim is mypenguinscanfly

My brother wrote his essay and i assumed the brains of teamliquid can help critique it because there isn't anything left i can help him with besides the obvious grammar errors. So besides that is there any other advice?

the prompt is : write about a meaningful event,experience, or accomplishment in your life and how it will affect your college experience on your contribution to campus community. The ending is kind of strong but I like it.

A doctor opens up a body and sees manufactured organs, a scientist dissects DNA and sees inherited genes, a psychologist analyzes a person and sees a constructed psyche. We are the product of our parent's and like statues, we're decided by the blind hands of our sculptor. My dad wasn't around so the best product my mom could make was of plaster that inevitably corroded with the years, but I don't blame my parents; they made it easier to break out of their skin.
The day I met my dad doesn't stand out as a remarkable. The details are fuzzy like a soap opera on a static t.v; the lack of clarity deafens the drama. It was hard to take this biological stranger seriously behind the corny lines and cheap dialogue, and it wasn't until the 3rd or 4th time when my dad was just too drunk to care before I really met my father. My mother rushed me off to his work, throwing me out of the car and already my father and I had something in common besides blue eyes. As I walked into his shop, I was fascinated with the metal instruments and complex looking devices not for their valuable purpose, but because my dad must have been intelligent. He stood there, alcohol lingering like a cologne, scrutinizing me, mentally claiming the parts that probably took him 30 seconds to make. We went to lunch, without having said more than a hello yet. When he did talk, I pitied the incongruous hurt on his impervious face, his realization of my indifference, and the stagnant words that refused to say what he felt. I understood with a look. It was nothing special like in movies, only the clarity of a man's guilt and his son's forgiveness. He, like all people, is fallible, and seeing him bare his culpability affected how I saw him and myself. My father didn't need to know me, he hadn't known me my whole life. Already defeated, he faced me like a brave man and I admired him for it. The most important things he told me were not to succumb to cowardice or I'd end up like him, live life because you only get one, and most importantly wear protection!
My parents have never had any expectations of me about college or making something of myself. I'm abandoning their paradigm; it takes me nowhere, and I'm too stubborn, too proud to be less than great. College is my own volition. I learned from meeting my father that you must take life before it defeats you. I want more in life than what my parent's had. I want to suck the marrow of this college to make something great of myself. I'm not the product of my parents or the sum of their experience; when I had every reason to stay down I picked myself up. I will succeed not just because of my ability, but because nobody will stop me.

This question has been annoying me for about 15 minutes. I think I have an idea on how to solve it but my ADD kicks in and I lose concentration. Here is the question:
To determine the height of a building a stone is dropped from the top of the building and into a lake. It takes 6.8 seconds for the stone to hit the water. What is the height of the building?