College Admissions Essay: A Career In High School

When I started track and middle I never knew what track was or how it even worked but I needed a sport that I could do. Even though I would have people from my middle school who would try to discourage me from running and even call me slow and the process but I continue to go through with track. But those people that talk and say they were going stay and track but didn't and I stayed and continue running and learn how to use the words they called to me to discourage to fuel my running to where I was winning medals and showing it in school. Then between eight grade to tenth grade I begin to have problem with my hip and which cause me to slow my time down but I still stayed in the sport. Even switching from different high school was tiring

In physical education we were put to do the mile I was always second to last if not last I wasnt made fun of but I didnt really good about myself. As the years went on I was still fat couldn’t do anything until sophomore year of high school is where it all changed. I remember it quite clearly as if it was yesterday I was sitting in my math class when one of classmates had large number pinned to his bag and a uniform on that hadn’t seen before. That's when I got curious and asked what sport was all this for he then explained it was for cross country and that I should join it would be fun. It turns out that the season was about to end so it was to late to join so I had to wait for next year so I did. I went my junior in the summer since that's when they practiced and ran for the first time. After this first run I thought I was going to literally die and didn't want to this any more and to top it off all the guy runners who I thought that were slow beat one by one. This is where I decided I wasn't going to be last or lose a race to anyone. I practiced the whole year and did track top it off. Now the summer of my senior year was very motivational since I got up early ran and did this everyday till school started to be the best of my high school. Well the season would begin and I was breaking my school records and receiving medals from invitationals and

“Jovanie, I’m going to have to let you go,” my coach said to me in a nonchalant voice. My stomach started twisting in a million knots and I felt my eyes watering, but I was not going to let them fall… yet. “Not here, not now” I reassured myself. I slowly walked off the bus trying to act unbothered, but I was. Everybody that knew me understood what track was to me. However, starting off in a different school as a freshman, where nobody knew me was hard. I had to prove to them that I was a good runner, but I have failed.

It all started with the training I put in during the off season. Track is something I have always liked and been good at, but before last year, I had never put in the time to be good. After freshman year, I was not where I wanted to be and I was disappointed with how I did at state. Last fall I decided to start

The first morning I walk into my job I actually went to the wrong floor but I got there eventually. I felt very nervous, as any other freshmen intern would feel. Everyone at accounting said I was cute and tiny, which I thought was good. They didn’t have me work on anything major as it was my first day so I don’t think they want to overwhelm me with work on my first day. I could instantly tell that I would like it here, everyone was so nice and it was like they were family and I wanted to be a part of that family. Now that I’m at the end of my first year I can proudly say that I have fulfilled my goal of getting to know many of my co-workers and forming a bond with most of them. I’ve learned many things from my co-workers. They’ve given me advice about school and how I should carry myself through the future. For that, I can’t thank them enough on how much of an impact they have made in my high school experience.

“What are you good at”? “What type of hobbies that you do”? Usually, every year when I am in a new grade and new class every teacher says that to me. No matter what the class that I’m in, no matter what class it’s like and, and what I say that question always come up, To be honest, I'm good at a lot of things. Everyone has something that makes them special. Either it's their skill or talent that they have or are working on these days like me. I have gained my skills over the years especially in school. Everyone as a skill in something. Some have many of those skills and talents. I for one, I have a lot but today I will describe three. They are typing on the computer fast and know how to work tech, I have a lot of patience for others and for

My story began years ago, when I was born, in December of 1977, in Atlanta, Georgia at Piedmont Hospital. From there, I grew up in a fairly suburban area, and after a few moves, I began attending E.W. Oliver Elementary and later M.L.K. Elementary school. I would often travel back and forth, between my home here and my family in California. Growing up in contact with such a diverse community equipped me with many things in life, such as my unexpected temporary move to California my 11th grade year of high school.

I grew up being that student that always got good grades, always did what she was supposed to, did better than all of her other friends in school, and was highly motivated to achieve. I wasn’t passionate about it though. Nothing in high school caught my eye and grabbed my attention, or made me really want to go above and beyond to learn. However, in my senior year of high school, I took an AP Psychology class. I took it because it was one of the most popular classes in the entire school because the teacher was awesome. Taking this class made me realize what I was passionate about in life. But I had always heard from people that it was really hard to get a career in psychology, and that everyone majors in it. So I thought I would major in accounting,

Standing on the starting line, heart was pounding, nerves were running, expectations were high, the sound of the gun could not have come any quicker. Waiting in the blazing sun, I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Time felt like it was at a standstill, just then, boom! The race was underway on this four lap journey around the track. Silence surrounded me as I ran in a sold out stadium, my thoughts drowned out the coaches and spectators. The speech my coach gave me before the race was on constant replay in my head. “This is your time. You will be district champ. There is no one standing in the way of you and your dreams, except yourself.” When I came around the turn, I could see my team in the stands cheering me on. There was pure joy on their faces as I took the lead and began to take off for the last lap. There was half a lap to go when the race took a turn for the worst. My stomach began to turn in knots, my breathing was getting heavier, and my strides were shortening. I could sense my competitors coming up behind me, I knew that if I could not stay in front, I would lose. Eventually they caught up to me and I just tried to stay with them, however, I began to fade. I crossed the finish line in third place. I looked up and could see my coach with his head down in disappointment, I let him down. My season had come to an end that day, and I

I was born in a dense, rural community where a strong emphasis in education was vital to appeal to American culture’s view of success. Children in my community were often tasked with the improbable duty of debunking the myth of the poverty cycle. To exacerbate my misery of such a soporific task being anchored from my shoulder, I would use written words to suffice those that fail to echo from my mouth. As a young girl, I was not interested in the literature of others; I choose to create my own literature through poetry, essays and a nonfiction book, which I failed to finish. Much of my childhood has been riddled with inner failure, but external success in my academics, which helped me graduate first in my high school class and win the Gates Millennium Scholarship. The temptation to give up was compelling, but that voice in my head pushed me to college.

I, along with many, have faced many adversities in life. After a long day of school, I head to the clamorous, packed locker room of my school. Me along with tens of other of girls are getting ready for our respective sports’ practice. I head on out, down the steel steps, to the track. I was particularly regretting this track practice. Today was the day I would be going over my first hurdle, literally. My coach had the new hurdlers line up in front of our hurdles and told us just to start going over. Well, unfortunately, he made it seem less challenging that what it really was. Over and over again I could not make it over. I’d either run full speed ahead and halt right at the hurdle or completely go around the hurdle. This routine of literally dodging hurdles went on for about a week. My coach showed us that we could physically get over the hurdle, it was all just in our heads. That night after practice, I mulled over what my coach said. Without realizing it myself, I was holding myself back from achieving simply because of my doubts. I realized that if at each practice I

“Be prepared”. These words seem to flow from all those who have ever been caught off guard.I have always worked very hard to be prepared.For this reason I have been trying to stay on top of my plans for the future. I believe that this would be the next step in my career as a high school student. College in this day and age is extraordinarily expensive, meaning those who seek a degree really have to go that extra mile. This endeavor could wear anyone out, and with this added task comes less time to work on what you would truly desire. For me at this point in my highschool career, however what I would like is a college degree. I’d love nothing more than to be able to participate in this program, as it is a magnificent opportunity to get a jump

Throughout my high school career, I have been faced with many diverse challenges and experiences that have sculpted me to be the person I am today. I take pride in learning new skills, through new opportunities and apply it to improvement for myself and broaden my understanding of the world. I believe that this internship would be not only useful but also crucial in our ever-growing world of technology. Currently, I have no experience in computer science or coding. This is because my school, like many, do not offer computer science focused classes. Despite my lack of experience, it will not limit my efforts or potential and will instead drive me to further excel because of the possible gap between the other internship members and myself.

When I ran track, I went to The Junior Olympics every single year, but I never medaled in any of the races except for the most recent year, which was 2013. That year my coach was extremely hard on me, and made us run twice as much as we did in our earlier practices (us being the other girls on the team). Needless to say, at that point and time, I was extremely angry with him. It never occurred to me that he might actually be helping us out.

Once my senior season rolled around, I was zoned in. The first three years of high school were full of hard work and perseverance, and the time had finally come to make it happen. Between the 100 and 200 meter dashes, I had won every single race leading up to state, with the exception of one second place finish in the 200 meter dash. Every night, I laid awake in bed thinking of the state meet. Every detail was thoroughly planned out in my head. The key to winning in the sprints is getting a good start out of the blocks. I was going to explode out so hard that people were gonna think I had jet fuel in my shoes. In sprinting, a good start will set a runner up in a position to run as smooth as possible. My start was going to carry me to that perfect position, and I was going to glide across that finish line faster than anyone in the state.