College Admissions Essay: Childhood Memories Of Leaving School

Growing up I was never the kid who talked too much or got in trouble in the classroom for doing so. In my 18 years of living I have never been considered very talkative or vocal. My father would always tell me that talking too much could land you in a big heap of trouble so I refused to do so. He had a phrase, “One thing guaranteed for a person that talks too much is swollen lips”. Hearing that as a child was kind of funny to me, but as I have gotten older I now realize what he was interpreting. I have seen a lot of people get into altercations for running their mouth’s too much and swollen lips is usually the ending result. Although I don’t talk much, I believe I can hold a pretty decent conversation with someone I have things in common with. I use to avoid talking to strangers, but being put in different settings with nothing but strangers has helped me with that to a

I dropped out of high school my senior year. If you asked me what was going through my mind at the time I would have answered with a sarcastic response along the lines of, “I don’t plan to be alive past 25 anyway.” Here I am, at 28, alive and well. Looking backwards through time, I can easily pinpoint what moments and decisions in my life have become cemented as pivotal in my development. Dropping out of high school was one of those moments. I spent the entire senior year wasting time, and when it got towards May, I realized I had no chance of passing. I dropped out and did what you would imagine any high school drop out would do, I partied a lot. It set me down a path that I would later call my personal “Dark ages.” It was here that I found out that life is nothing like the movies and my career in high school did little to prepare to for this world. I earned my GED and would work jobs I wasn’t proud of just to make some cash. I wasn’t great at everything, but I discovered a passion of mine. I was accepted as a shift manager at a pop-up Toys R’ Us, and I was good at selling. I’d learn everything about every item in our store so I could answer any question at any moment. The key to a good sale, was investing, and investing into the person you are dealing with. If you are interested in the person, then you aren’t just handing off a product, but you are taking care of their need. I could outsell anyone in the store, on any occasion. So much so they kept me on past seasonal work

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,

I lived in student home Verona for four years. My houseparents were Mr. and Mrs. Jester, at Milton Hershey School. I played field hockey for my 7th and 8th grade years of middle school. Someone who helped me when I was at MHS middle school was my sister Jada. She told the advice that I needed to hear when I was down or upset because I was on restrictions or developing. When I struggle in school she told me, “Get your grades up Gia or you are going to do bad in school and I do not want that for you. You’re a smart person and I want you to be successful in life.”

My Junior Year of high school just recently started. I have learned so many different things while attending high school, and still have over a year to learn even more. As Matthew Kelly said, “whether you are sixteen or sixty, the rest of your life is ahead of you. You cannot change one moment of your past, but you can change your whole future.” This means while I have done a lot in my past, I cannot change anything that has already happened, but I am able to change my future. One of the most important things that I am involved in right now is school. My first two years at CBHS were good, and I made decent grades. Some of the grades that I made I am not very happy with now but I cannot change that so I need to focus on my grades right now because those are the ones I can change.

The years I have been at this school have gone very quickly. They have been filled with both fun and drama. I cannot say that I am completely sad or happy to be leaving the Devon School. I have had my share of good times with fellow classmates, such as Finny of course. However, there have definitely been some things that have happened here that I am glad to be leaving behind me. I hope to forget the whole situation with Finny falling off the tree and how it was ultimately my fault.

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.

I want to end this story on a happy note. I really do. But I dread me going away to college, leaving Inaara in high school. But I dread the idea of me pouring all of my hard work into this essay and only see the minus on my transcript. But I dread the day I'm going to have to confront Andrew, the kid with aspirations to football in college, about playing lineman instead of wide receiver again next season, signifying the fact that our passing in the morning had truly been for nothing. At least the essay I’ve dreaded for so long is now finished.

When i was younger, just starting to become a teenager and go to high school, that’s when it all changed.

Do you ever feel like you deserve better, well so did I. Over the freshman year of highschool I became friends with a few people who I called my friends until the middle of the summer before sophmore year. These were the people I considered to be the best I could get and all I would have in my highschool years. Over the course of freshman year I got to know these people for who they truly were, unsupportive, snarky, and apathetic. These friends led me to bad grades, low motivation, and no confidence whatsoever. These were people who never cared for me the way I did them. I was the giver in the friendship while they were the taker. It took me a while but I eventually built up the courage to say enough was enough, so I let them go, and in return

Home is being in my high school's annual homecoming parade as part of the court and rounding the corner of Ohio Street to see my entire family sitting in front of my grandparent's home, awaiting my arrival. Home is the sound of them screaming "We love you, Hailey!" as I rounded the corner. Home is breakfast that lasts for hours at the local cafe because I find myself in conversation with a different person at each table I pass. Home is growing up with the whole town as your guardians, because no matter what you are doing, everyone knows about it within a couple of hours. Growing up with that great of a support system has given me an opportunity that I believe sets me apart from other applicants. Home is community and this community has made

I was born in California and lived there for approximately 13 years. That move was one of the most difficult experiences in my life because my whole life was found in California. I was already a freshman in high school when I moved. I completed my freshman year in Texas and started my sophomore year at Lancaster High School. I did not think much about my life after high school because the education in this new high school was anything but great. It was after moving to Missouri that I started looking into future careers. I was led to look into the future because Webb City High School is small enough that the counselors could keep tabs on students more. The other reason was influenced by my previous high schools. After being in schools where

It all started with a passion, enormous shoes to fill. Since my father was one of the top players amongst his peers in Sinaloa. I remember the feeling of just trying to make that varsity roster for my freshman year of high school. From time to time I was told multiple times that i wouldn’t be a good enough player. Maybe I surrounded myself with people that envied me, but at the same time once adjusted they still manifested in my dreams. All I could do is acknowledge it and tear them, not with words but with achievements. One by one they would vanish and disappear but somehow negative vibes still happened to appear. Not From anybody else but from myself. As the years went by my anxiety grew and i became my worst enemy. The summer before my freshman

My first semester of my first year at Glendon College is soon coming to an end with only two papers and one final exam left to write. As I reflect back on the semester, I recall telling myself at least once a week that I wanted to drop out of school, followed by many breakdowns, crying fits and calling defeat. The past few months, haven’t been at all easy for me, I have thought many times I wasn’t intelligent enough to be in university, I was disappointed with some of the grades I received and I was constantly engulfed in a swarm of stress. Despite all these tough times, I have had many good one’s as well, I have made new friends which are now integral to my everyday life and I have enhanced my knowledge to a new degree.

It’s the end, high school is finally over. It’s finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and I’ve never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I’m not the type to get sad, but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn’t quite fit because of my abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and give them hugs, thanking them for the help they’ve given me. Watching everyone take pictures, crying, talking about their futures, and how “they’ll have to meet up sometime” as if they’re moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn’t know what to do with myself when today actually comes, but I can’t seem to find the emotions. All of them are on the inside and won’t come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone and cry, but I can’t. I don’t have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what we are supposed to be doing, so everyone’s doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and realize this is my final last. I’ve had my last soccer game, I’ve attended my last football game and cheered them onto another loss, and now in