College Admissions Essay: Double Life

Just like him, I did not have much of a relationship with God when I was younger. It took a miracle to make me see that God was really there. He had the miracle of surviving the war, while I had the miracle of my younger brother surviving when all odds were against him. Before my brother went into the hospital, I did not think much of God. I had learned about him in school and was taught how he died so we could live, but my life never seemed very impacted by him in any way. He was someone I knew about, not someone I specifically believe in. However, once my brother got sick that all

High school students who are dual enrolled feel they should receive free college credits while enrolled in high school. Being a dual enrolled student in high school is a privilege.in the early 1900’s students did not have to opportunity to take collage curses while in high school. Dual enrollment was implemented to help students succeed faster and increase the rate of people that attend and graduate collage. Therefore, giving out free grades would impact society in a negative way. If the students were not able to receive free credits in classes it would teach them maturity, responsibility, and would get them ready for the real world. Giving out free grades would decrease the opportunity for the students due to them not learning the materials

I was a Follower of Christ and I didn’t even know it. I was the last of three boys to two faithful Christian parents. My parents attended St Paul’s Episcopal Church in Akron, OH. I was baptized and confirmed by the same Bishop. Some of my earliest memories are of me standing in the pews with my parents and stacking the prayer books as if it were my own pulpit and I would pretend to be the priest giving the Sunday sermon. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I always thought that I would be like him one day. I was an acolyte and attended the youth programs regularly with my friends. I completed my studies to earn my God and Country award with the Boy Scouts.

The church that we used to attend -Wooddale Baptist- was a mega church just outside of St. Paul, Minnesota. Every Sunday, I had the same schedule consisting of Sunday School, snack time, and then “Big Church,” which was with the adults. Due to the unthinkable amount of kids, I was never given the opportunity to make anything more than acquaintances. Every Sunday it felt like I met someone new, plus I only got to know their surface layer identity. Once we started at my new church, Aldersgate Church, my social and religious outlook improved. Starting on the first Sunday, my family and I had made plenty of good friends. We even had dinner plans with two strange families after church that night! Little did we know that these two families became the most supportive and trusted people we would ever meet. Also, the small community within the church and the pastor inspired me to grow in my faith than ever before. I began to enjoy Sunday school, and understand the lessons. Exchanging churches changed the way I worshipped God, and gave me the chance to meet new

Now that I explained the ideal qualities of God’s Church, how does it apply to my life? During my eleven years as Christian, I grew up to become a singer, encourager, leader, and faith believer in my Christian journey. Though I felt depressed and discouraged when I did not know my gift from God, I realized that just knowing my gift is not enough if I do not live out my

The mission trip to New Orleans. I had let Jesus into my heart but I started to get this desire and passion to want to start following him, but I didn't know what that looked like or what that meant or how to do it. And so I prayed and longed for him to show me that. As we headed down to New Orleans, the back of my van started to get into really good conversations about life and each other and Katie Thul asked the question that forever has changed my life. “What has been the hardest part of your life so far?”. This might not seem like to bad of a question, but the fact of the matter was that I had never told anybody about the dark and gritty parts of my life before. I had always bottled it up, to scared to tell anyone because I feared what people thought of me, to afraid they’d turn away. And as people went around sharing, it came my time to share and I knew I couldn't do it, so I said I didn't want to share, and as they went around deep inside me I was being told I needed to. I needed to let it out and just speak. And so they came back to me and I let them in, I told them about what I had gone through and as I was in tears I looked up and saw this kid looking back at me from the front of the van. He wasn't apart of the conversation we were having but you knew he was listening in and as our eyes met, he was in tears. I then realized that this was Anna’s brother. This was the kid. That week I embraced my past and used it to help and grow and evangelize this kid, Jackson. I knew what to say because I was in the exact spot he was in just a year earlier. The Lord showed me that I can make a difference in people's lives through him. God opened my eyes to the people I had around me. He put Sydney into my life, someone who on this trip poured a tremendous amount of wisdom, truth, and love into me and essentially pushed me to love and follow Jesus recklessly and at all costs. So many people, from Ally to Zach, to

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.

Being raised in a Christian home, I attended church quasi-regularly up until the age of six. Church participation after the age of six became inconsistent, due to conflict in the church that required the

It was halfway through my sophomore year when my mom and two older sisters sprints down the stairs and storms out the house. Confused and worried, continuing to curl my hair. My mom walks back in towards me with a gruesome look in her eyes. With so many ideas already running through my head, I was notified that my grandmother was killed by my uncle. I cannot even describe my sense of emotion at the time. Confusion, hatred, and hopelessness all merged into one. And all I could think about was just giving up on everything. That is until my pastor said these words that I will always remember; “You're going to get through this, just have faith.” I took in those words and began to put his words into action

By the time I returned home safe, something miraculous had happened. I still have no recollection of any traumatic incident from my first journey away from the safety of “home.” I never knew until recently that my parents were worried to death. I only have memories of my family going to church, living a Christian life, and my parents active involvement in our home church. God worked in my parents hearts, orchestrating His will with the innocence of a child. Maybe they realized that only God the all-knowing, all-powerful Creator can protect and bless, “He giveth and taketh away (Job 1:21)… All good things are a gift from God (James 1:17).” I don’t know what exactly happened that day, but I do know this one fact. A child named Danielle with enthusiasm and passion to know God, changed a family forever. I attended Beth Eden Baptist School during my later elementary years, I was blessed to be home-schooled by my mother and father in junior High, and attended Maranatha Christian for High School, graduating in 1989. My life has been filled with exceptional events, joy, heartache, surprises, pain, loss, and miraculous

My eighth grade year I slowly became someone I never wanted to be, and I didn’t even realize it. I became a deceitful liar. Constantly lying that much made me physically ill, every single day I could feel a huge pit in my stomach that devoured more of me. Every single day. I eventually got in trouble and got my phone taken away. Right now you are probably saying why is this stupid girl telling use these things about herself, doesn’t she want this? Well, it is relevant I promise. When I got my phone back the first thing I did was deleted all my social media, decided to focus on school, and joined Volunteer Club at my high school. In school, I pushed myself to get all my work done, and have I have gotten all A’s my entire career. Volunteer Club

Hey you have you ever thought that your the nice guy but no thinks the same? Well that's not a bad guy. That's a misunderstood good guy who is aggressively nice or a delusional bad guy what ever you want to call them hears my story. Before you read you my story don't make a mistake like me.

(Pastor Dunbar) With that, I was incubated into the church at an early age. I felt a call around thirteen years of age and my call was reinforced by praying deacons and family support. The discernment process included not only praying about what God would use me for, but even as a teenager I began, to see and respond to certain activities and opportunities in my life that was calling me into serving. My preparation for ministry also included Sunday school, which I did not have to be coerced into attending. In fact, I would get up and walk to church. We moved away from the church when I was about ten or eleven years of age I took the bus to church and always made it on time. My parents would meet up with me after Sunday school for morning

Thank you, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds for the most uplifting and wonderful childhood a kid could ever ask for. My guilty pleasures of relishing in late night science fiction, 90's movies and musical numbers will always hold a warm spot in my heart. It is your art that reminds me to be passionate and appreciate things for what there truly are. I will always experience a great fondness in both your creative talents. For anyone who seeks a temporary escape from reality, even for a jubilant moment must hold an incredible talent. This talent will forever live on the silver screen to remind us of a timeless art.

As a youth, I turned away from the things of God until I was 24 years of age. After continuously running, I finally surrendered to God 's pursuit of me, and finally gave my life to Him. Only a year after my surrender, one of the most incredible things happened to me. I met, fell in love with, and married the most beautiful woman in the world! Shortly after Maricia and I were