College Admissions Essay-A Vicious Cycle

Ever since I was a little girl, I had dreamt about becoming a doctor. While other little girls wanted to be fairies or princesses, I always wanted to play with my toy doctor kit. I thought I could make a difference in people’s lives and be able to help them. My mother always told me that even one person can make a difference; that no matter how small or insignificant it may seem, one can touch people’s lives, which is what truly matters in the end. She always reminded me of the Chaos Theory, or more popularly known as the Butterfly Effect: the concept that a butterfly in New Mexico can flap its wings and cause a hurricane in China. One’s action will ripple, whether good or bad, and make an impact at a later state depending on what caused it.

Everyone has to make choices in their life. Some are everyday choices, like what to eat or drink. Others are more critical, like choosing a job. Important decisions take time to comprehend. Like with me, the decision to go to college was the most critical choice in my life and for my future, and I will never regret it. Going to college is important because it helps me find a job, it expands my knowledge, and it is a wonderful experience.

Since I started community college I’ve heard several dozen cases of people changing their major, changing their transfer college, or just changing their mind. I’m not likely to do any of that, I choose to use my time in high school deciding what I wanted to do and so far I am sticking to it without a doubt in my mind. I chose to go to community college, earn my Associate's in Business Administration, and transfer to James Madison University in the fall of 2018, graduate in 2020 with my Bachelor’s. I intend to get my Master’s either right after my Bachelor’s or within a few years of my career. I hope to have a job leaving JMU, my first accounting job of my career. I decided to major in accounting for a plethora of reasons, but not what most people expect.

I was frightened; I would perspire and tremble when awoken from creepy dreams or from visualizing images in my room. Most nights sleepless, and my daylight hours becoming more challenging to mange, I had become an insomniac and struggling with meaning.

Unable to see a break of light in all of the dark, my mind grew fuzzy, I was losing hope. Gritting my teeth, grinding them along each other, a new pain ripped through my body. Thick, thorn-covered vines wrapped around my feet multiple times as ripples began to flare out from bellow the soles of my shoes. Like ripples across water. The ground was no longer solid.

In the early years of life, most children do not spend their free time looking in the mirror and wracking their brain for an answer to the question, “What are you?” I suppose that particular experience is quite unique to my childhood. For as long as I can remember my race has been something that comes into question or speculation in some way or another. To this day, I struggle with my identity due to being a mixed race individual.

Moving my whole life to the United States was a special challenge to me. I had to be familiar with life style, environment, education system, culture, and tradition which are different from my country Iraq. Before I moved to the United States, I spent three years in a university in Iraq; however, these years in the university did not help me to get to the college level in the United States. It was like I needed to start from zero. I did not give up because I have a goal to be a doctor. Therefore, I took ESOL classes, passed Texas Admission Test, and now I am in my Junior year.

I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions

As I listened for the constant scuffling of rats scampering around in the rusty pipes, I tried counting to ten. In the darkness, I went in and out of consciousness, images of my mother and father replaying behind my lids. After a while, I drifted off to a half-conscious sleep riddled with jolts of fear and pangs of hunger. I could no longer close my eyes without seeing the nightmares that have plagued me since I was young.

My past, present, and future. This is the journey of my life. Where I’ve been, where I’m at, and where I’m going. My journey began on July 28, 2000, at St. Margret’s South Hospital in Dyer, Indiana. Lance Collins who is a paramedic, and Christine Collins who is a registered nurse, became the proud parents of the 6lb. 9oz. 21 inch long baby boy, who they named Liam Hunter Collins. On November 30, 2002, I became a big brother when my sister Taylor Collins was born. I have been a lifelong resident of Northwest Indiana and I’ve had some pretty amazing adventures and accomplishments so far. I became a proud pet owner when my bichon frise Max, came to live with us on April 5th, 2006. On June 30, 2006 my dad took me to my very first Taekwondo lesson. I quickly fell in love with martial arts, I worked really hard, dedicated myself, and I received the rank of 1st degree black belt when I was only eight years old. I have been playing

If someone asked me where I am going to be in ten years, this would be my answer. I will have a great, high-paying job, and beautiful wife and family, and a nice sports car parked in front of my lovely house. When I look into the future, I see myself being successful and happy. Even though I always pictured myself this way, I never worried too much about how I would get there. I feel the Suffolk University can lay the groundwork for making these dreams into reality.

Other times, the dreams lull you into a false sense of security, blurring the lines between what is, what was, and what never was. You can start somewhere mundane, somewhere safe. You’re leaning on a counter in your kitchen with a cup of coffee, looking down at a newspaper, while your dog nudges its nose against your exposed calf. But, when you look down, there is no dog, nor are there kitchen floor tiles. There’s mud and matted grass, and a man’s bloodied hand touches your trouser, his lifeless eyes gazing blankly up at you. The kitchen cabinets and walls melt away to a grey sky and a dozen familiar faces.

Me lying on this cold immobile ground as I keep hold of nothing but isolation from this world unseen. Just when I was about to shut my eyelids forever, I saw a light coming from a distance. A shiny circular glow just about the size of pea beginning to flicker luminously giving hope to a room full of despair. Captivated by its exquisiteness, I unconsciously stood both legs and began to hurl myself towards the enthralling ray of light. Scampering down the trail of uncertainty, I felt little faith in me that somehow I can escape this miserable world of darkness. Extending my arms near the light, I took hold of every bit of it as if it was the only thing I that can keep me

I’m worn out. You know those days when you pushed yourself too hard. You know those days when you think you pulled a muscle, because you’re sore to the inner bone. You know those days when you forget to stretch before you run. Well, today is one of them. I got up and realised that my leg hurt really bad, but no amount of stretching could help it. I sat down and my leg feels like someone just cut it off. I sit there in agony, I’m worn out.

My mind wanders and disobeys me and I try to beckon Sleep to lie with me for a change. As usual, Sleep doesn’t care for me and leaves me to deal with my mind alone, which is terrifying. I remember when Sleep would always be at my beck and call, helping me deal with anything as I stared into his pure, crystal blue eyes. Eyes that carried me into the deep unconscious euphoria where even dreams couldn’t taint me with their foul touch. But instead of staring into those beautiful blue eyes, I find myself staring into endless black pits in a pale skull framed with ratty black