College Admissions Essay: A Personal Narrative Of My Life

I suppose I’ll start this letter by giving some background information about my life. I was born in Albany, Georgia and have lived in the same house for my entire life. I don’t mind living in Albany now, but I definitely want to in the future. I have three siblings, two brothers and a sister; my sister and I are the closest of the siblings, even though there’s a fourteen year age disparity between the two of us. She practically raised me; she worked at the daycare that I went to, and I was usually with her when my parents were working.

I started writing essays for college scholarship to help me go to college with no debt. I felt this was my part to help my parents since the made every effort to provide for me through high school. I was passed in church and started helping in the nursery at age fourteen. I volunteer when even I could at church I was taught as Christians we need to help those in need I learn that we must be Christ like matt 25:36-46 of the parables Jesus taught on when they began came to the door did you cloth me feed me or help me? writing numerous essays for scholarship money has exposed me to so many charities which help so many different people and so many different situations the questions I have had to answer has helped me grow as a person by having me

In a less black and white representation of myself, my name represents a currently nineteen-year-old female who was born into a loving family. I have a mother, father, older brother, and in a sense adopted older brother. My mother’s name is Alicia, my father’s Richard, my brother’s Derek or D.J., and my ‘brother’s’ Caleb. My parents had guardianship over Caleb for seven years before he became emancipated. He didn’t want to feel like a burden on our family; he never was. I like to write, but I don’t like to read unless something really interests me. I love all of the arts and play all woodwind, string, and percussion instruments. I can’t ride a bike or play chess; I could at one point but have forgotten since getting a concussion when I was little in karate. I just haven’t been interested in learning these skills again. My brother, D.J., has autism. He has affected my life in many ways. It was through him I discovered my major. One day, I hope to be a Speech-Language Pathologist and specialize in working with children. I would like to get married and have children someday as well. My name holds my relationships, my hopes, and my dreams.

In my spare time I like to draw, do gymnastics, write stories, build things, creating new inventions, hang out with my dad, and to play my clarinet. I love myself because i’m different and I see life differently from anyone else. here are some things that I like: sushi, japan, being short, and reptiles but there are some things that I dont like too for example: being tall, doing my hair, and negitive people. If I had to desrcibe myself in four words I would be artistic, strong, brave, and

As Dr. Seuss whimsically wrote, “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you”. I am a unique individual whose overall condition consists of a hodge-podge of quirks, emotions, and values.

I slowly cut the heart out of the folded paper and held it up to the light. The edges were jagged and uneven; I tossed it in my growing pile of scrap paper. My hands were stained with marker and my hair was covered in glitter. It was bedtime and I was not even halfway done with the valentines for my third-grade class. I wanted my cards to look great- better than store-bought. I was so frustrated that tears welled in my eyes. The next morning, defeated, I went to CVS with my mom to buy cards. Everyone liked the Kit-Kat bars taped to the backs.

“I want to be a firefighter, construction worker, and professional race car driver when I grow up.” This was my proud childhood statement I would use when asked the question, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” This question in particular is one that will be asked awfully early in one’s childhood, as well as very late in a young adults final years before venturing out into the “real world”. Like many other young children, I grew up with the mindset of having a exciting, heroic, and lively job for when I got older. I dreamt of operating heavy construction machinery, saving families while extinguishing fires of a decaying building, and speeding past vibrant and heavily decalled race cars. However, as I grew older and gained more realistic

My mom called me crying about a week ago, after she dropped me off at the University of Akron and helped me move in my things. In an attempt to console her I repeated that I wasn’t very far from my hometown, Brecksville, and it wouldn’t be difficult to see me. Between sobs, she asked me what I’ve learned from her; if I felt she had taught me everything she should’ve. I’ve never been so sure of an answer in my life. My mom has inspired me more than anyone and has taught me to be hardworking, independent, accepting of others and myself, and to never sell myself short. It has been my dream since fourth grade to be lawyer, so while it is difficult to be away from people at home who I love, I know that I am in the right place and doing the right

I grew up in a family that grew up in Agoura Hills, my mom, two uncles, aunt, and brother all went to Agoura High School and my grandpa is really involved in the community with the high school football team, AYSO, and pony league baseball. My brother is two grades above me and I had all of his teachers throughout elementary and middle school, even now i have some of his old art teachers. I was constantly referred to as his little sister and i really struggled with identity issues because of that. As much as I love art I couldn't really enjoy it because I felt pressured into it and I knew i would never be as good as my brother, as one of his ceramics teachers put it, “he is one of the top 1% of artists to come through this school.” I was so tired of always just being someone's daughter or niece or granddaughter and sister. I wanted to establish a place for me and be myself and sports medicine ended up being the answer to that.

You’ve been looking forward to your 4th of July…a weekend of your newly found Independence…when, just a mere two weeks ago you delivered a hand-written, heart-felt note…to You Know Who…scribbling out something like…

Option #1: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful

I am passionate about trying my best. Throughout my high school years, I’ve tried to be as successful as I can. Whether it’s classwork, homework, or tests, I try to prepare myself as much as possible and persevere, even if it is difficult. I usually take my time to do work and make sure that whatever I’m submitting accurately portrays my knowledge and persistence. Though I’m concerned about my success, I am not self-absorbed. I always help others when they’re in need, even if it may seem like a hassle. Helping others motivates me, I cannot let others fail when I know that I’m in a position to help them. Even when I’m asked to help others in an area that I’m not proficient in, I try to assist in the best way I can, whether it means applying

I have trained myself to prepare for this exact moment in time. Every mile that I have continuously pushed myself through, every steep incline as my thighs and calves have trembled that I have climbed, every sharp twist of pain that curved up my entire being that I have conquered, they have all made me into the person I am as I stand behind our first line of top runners. A nervous adrenaline is spiking my pulse as we wait in formation—staggered with a person to fill every space—and the raucous cheering from almost every single person lining the Southside course is causing a puddle of anticipated excitement to drip down my spine. I have come so far from

After the initial stumbling block more commonly known as residential life, I faced the towering challenge of settling into classes. Once I had registered (which was itself something of a dilemma), I had in my hand a sheet of abbreviations that rivaled a military briefing or a computer manual. My first class, on a Thursday morning, was located in a building called CBW, which stood for Classroom Building West. Surely the

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.