College Admissions Essay: A Career As An Artist

I graduated from Hilliard Darby High School this past spring. My love for art began very young with my father who always made sure to encourage my creativity. I remember making coil pots with him during the summer and then painting them. In the ninth grade I took painting which I immediately became attached too. For the past four years I have continued to expand my abilities and strengthen skills with the help of my teacher Mrs. Kulick-Brown. From there I have completed several commissioned pieces for teachers and their families. Painting has taught me a lot about color and composition. During high school I also was involved in ceramics where I competed in the annual ‘Feats of Clay” competition. I love the focus and serenity I experience

I was ready to succeed! Since I was not in magnet freshman year, I had an abundance of spare time, so I ended up spending the majority of it reading and writing. My favorite book at the time was Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. Although I had to read this book for an Honors Composition and Literature, I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book. I loved the way the author incorporated historical events and facts such as the end of the Cold War. Over the course of 9th grade, I started to compose a diary. Every week, I would summarize my thoughts from my diary and write a couple pages worth of what I had learned into another book. One day, I got the idea of writing about my past experiences and sharing them with others. That is when I decided to start writing a small book. I had found my new passion! I had always loved reading, but there was something about writing that made me look forward to each

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

Second, the subjects were fun. Language arts were fun because we got to write mystery stories and read a ghost story called “Time for Andrew”.

My parents were never the ones to send their children to classes. While other kids were busy being tutored, swimming at the community center, or sent to a studio for art: I was the one at home staring at the television or playing with my cars as my only source of entertainment. Eventually, I grew tired and would do whatever was available to me, I would pick up pen and paper and I'd draw: and before I knew it, I became obsessed. Every flat surface became a victim of my addiction. Even my bedroom ceiling had drawings taped to it. Gradually, a minuscule spark of passion for art was lit inside of me.

My parents would always force me to study, so therefore, I would always study hard and try to finish my daily chores as soon as possible so I can find time to squeeze in art. My parents always expected me to receive high grades, so as they wished, I gradually stopped doing art and focused more on studying throughout my school years. However, my passion for art never decreased, but had to be hidden deep inside my heart. I always had to convince myself that art was something I could do as a hobby and there was something more important that I needed to focus on for a brighter future, however, I was

I immediately decided that I did not want to be in the regular English 11 class. From the information I have acquired about non-honor classes, most of the students in non-honors classes are there for a reason, they are either not strong enough in English to be in honors or they are not the most strongest students. Even some of the students in honors English are not in the caliber of skill required to be taking an honors English class. I do not desire to be placed in a non-honors English class surrounded by a majority of students that are not as proficient in English. After weighing the two options I left myself with: English 11 Honors, and AP English Language and Composition, I decided against taking AP English Language and Composition.

As the only child, of my mother, I often faced the problem of not having someone to play with forcing more creativity. I often did various arts and crafts projects, but I found that I enjoyed drawing the most. With each drawing I become completely engrossed partially because it is a self-taught skill that requires focus, but also because I must be patient with myself as I work towards what I envision and learn new techniques. The Art of Drawing is a skill that I can continuously develop and perfect. The patience that my artwork teaches goes beyond the work itself. It demonstrates the importance of accepting my weaknesses and working towards bettering them. I am able to properly release the struggles I encounter and not be consumed because of my artwork. Creating my drawings is more than expression, but also self-discovery because I can be more honest with myself, embracing who I am and what I feel. However, from time to time I do encounter “artist block” and the exhibitions held at the museum of fine arts at Florida State University could provide inspiration much like my environment here at Spelman

I wish to be apart of the Honors English program next year at Westbury High School. This program will challenge me more that the regular english classes and I will be more in my element, in that the class will be fast-paced. Fast paced classes are more enjoyable than classes where the teacher has to slow down and takes a long time to finish a topic. Ever since I started the English Honors program in 8th grade, I’ve appreciated the in depth discussions we would have about different stories and topics, and how everyone in the class would contribute to the discussions with their different thoughts. I believe that I have demonstrated throughout my time as not only an English honors student but as an honors student in Global

Creativity and art have been a significant parts of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was little and we visited my Grandma Carol in the summers, my favorite thing to do with her was make art. She taught me about so many different media, such as: acrylics, oil pastels, and the ink press. Sometimes, I would bring my sketchbook from home and she would help me set up art shows around her house. I would sell my art for a few dollars each, and then use the little bit of money I earned to buy more art supplies. As she introduced me to more artistic styles and mediums in the

This was my first school year in an actual art class. Before this it was just the average art project here and there in middle school. In this class we started with the very simple and ended with the very hard for me at least. The majority of art I made this year was with a pencil I think. I feel good with the art I ended up making.

In high school, I have taken AP and honors classes as often as possible. These classes are where I found my interests and strengths. I am currently taking a variety of classes to help determine what kind of

What was your experience of learning to write at high school? Which types of writing did you enjoy, and why?

In fact, one of the reasons that I am most excited to go to college is because of the more intense and rigorous learning. In some of my high school classes, I have enjoyed learning about the subject matter, but the pace of the class was too slow for my liking. I prefer a more investigative style of schooling that allows me to be a part of a more engaging learning environment, and I know that I will find in the Honor’s program. I would also appreciate being part of the Honors Residential Learning program because I enjoy being surrounded by other studious individuals with equally academic

High school was when I developed a curiosity for writing. I had known from my previous experiences in middle school that writing in a classroom setting was exhausting and boring. Adding extra words to try to fill the last half page of a length requirement became dreadful back in sixth grade. I felt my writing was not interesting, but the