College Admissions Essay: 12 Years Of My Life

Earlier in my life I thought success was having a lot of money, houses, cars, etc. I grew up thinking that people who had lots of money were successful and happy. My obsession then, became to make a lot of money so that I can lead a successful and happy life. I have come to understand that success is not in the amount of wealth or property you have amassed.

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

When I think about the next five years of my life, I like to think that I will be getting on my feet and succeeding in life. It has taken me a while to figure out what I want to do with my life and what I would like to do for my career. Over the next five years, I am going to have to do a lot in school and outside of school to prepare for my future career .

Ask my teachers, friends, coaches, and family, they’ll all tell you that I’m mature. The way I hold myself responsible for my life, my studies, and my activities through the good and bad is a unique quality about me that they admire, but also know little to nothing about.

I grew up on a quiet street in Winter Park, Florida in a quaint middle class family of four. My mother has a small law practice with a tangerine tree in the backyard where she brings the family dogs every day, and my father just retired from his position as the most senior judge at the Orange County Courthouse. My older brother was first a competitive golfer and then a national debate champion before he graduated first in his class from Notre Dame and went to work for Bain and Company. Before all that, he was the architect of the forts we built in our backyard and played the Aragorn to my Éowyn. These people, who shaped and instructed my childhood, brought me up on C.S. Lewis and courthouse visits, P.G. Wodehouse and long ethics debates, and craftiness and self-sufficiency. My dad tried taking me to the golf course, which was when I discovered how much I hate mosquitoes and Florida weather, but it was my mom who took me to see our local ballet company. Though I was forced to wear a dress (one of

Looking back at the years that I have completed in high school is a funny but a true life changer. If I was to go back to one year of high school I would want to go back to freshman year. One reason why I would want to go back to freshman year is to talk to myself. Another reason I would want to go back it tell myself to listen more. The last reason would to see if I could improve myself in any way.

So far, the 14 years of my life have been exciting and crazy. The places I have gone, the people that I have meet, are all part of my crazy life. Not all the things are good, but not all the things are bad. Everything that has happened over these 14 years have been an equal balance of both, these are the things that have contributed in making me who I am today.

Ever since I could have a clear understanding of the roles doctors play in our society, and to remembering my first doctor's visit I instantly wanted to become one of those woman in a long white coat running around helping patients or performing a procedure. My passion for helping others is something that has empowered me to become a doctor. Because of my passion for helping individuals , my dream of one day becoming a surgeon ,I have decided to further my academic career at Virginia Commonwealth University ( Vcu ) . I plan on attending one of the finest medical schools in Virginia while also maintaining a job and balancing life as a college student and a mother.

After eleven years worth of education, I’m finally on year twelve; senior year. This year is my year, the year that I find out more about myself and step foot out into the real world. Reality has hit me like a freight train this year and I’m realizing that I’m an adult now. It is time for me to get out of my comfort zone and start shaping my future. There is so much more life ahead of me that I need to prepare for; this calls for a game plan.

That brings me to this year, and it has been nothing short of a blessing. I didn’t do basketball for my senior year, just to get prepared for the vault. I worked out every other day in the winter, letting my body rest in between days and going as hard as possible when I was at the Y. I went two times a week to St. Louis, just to work on everything that I could for this vault season. My passion stemmed from my junior year, and with all the success I had, I just wanted more. I told myself Junior year that I would work as hard as possible over the offseason to get first place at that Illinois College meet. I wanted to show everyone that I could go from dead last my freshman year, all the way to winning the whole thing my senior year.

It has always been hard for me to properly envision my future, as it is always changing. As a child I thought of becoming a doctor, in middle school I dreamt of becoming a journalist, and my plans for the future are still shifting. However, there has always been one common element among my aspirations for the future, and that is the desire to engage in and improve the lives of others. This central desire is what leads me to choose Georgetown as the school which perfectly encapsulates my interests.

I’ve always been partial to the cold; it’s not that I’ve object to living in warmth, but I have, since a foolishly young child, thought that life’s worth more when the cold fronts begin settling in. Winter was always when I felt I could truly come alive. Much like the darkness of night, winter heralded in the idea that if less of the world might be available, everything else around you can become that much more beautiful. These ideals were true for so long…but then the temperature eventually hit a critical zero, and I, for quite some time, finally felt the weight under many seasons of frost. This story is seeing that frost, and trying to thaw afterwards.

When I ponder the first 17 years of my life, I realize that I have taken my life for granted. I’ve never actually thought about how soon my life could end, not seeing my loved ones ever again, and never being able to enjoy life’s glorious moments. Having a miraculous, close encounter with death has changed how I view life. I pay attention to the details of my life more, and the small things in life don’t seem to aggravate me as much as they did in the past.

When I was in my Junior year of highschool, I was plagued by debilitating migraines. Because of this my grades suffered tremendously, this was especially true when it came to my AP Statistics class. I was either having a migraine or suffering from the brain fog that precedes and follows a severe migraine. No matter how hard I tried to pick myself up by my bootstraps, I simply couldn’t force my brain to pick up any new information. Even now thinking retrospectively I can’t remember most of Junior year. So it goes without saying that I failed my statistics class cataclysmically, and I have been plagued by a severe sense of failure ever since. But, to my immense relief I have a second chance to redeem myself, this opportunity will not be squandered.

From ages one to five someone was constantly caring for me. Every move I made was watched. No freedom. I was not even my own person. At ages six to ten more freedom and responsibility came. I could pick out my own clothes, feed myself, and decide if I wanted to play barbies or babies. Eleven to fourteen are very confusing ages.I was trying to become my own person, instead of what my parents were. Ages fifteen to eighteen have definitely been the most challenging, but also the most fun years of my life.