College Admissions Essay: Growing Up In High School

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,

Silence is my issue. I’m quiet in groups, a thinker who cannot nor want to communicate my thoughts and feelings. Paired with a face that rests in the constant position that’s often interpreted as displeased or sad, I’m easily considered apathetic and cold toward the problems of others. For a while it made me

When people tell you that high school would be the best time of your life, you don’t really understand the magnitude of what they’re saying until your time is coming to an end. A lot of people say that you “find yourself” in college. I, however, had the advantage of finding myself in high school. These past six years have been awesome, and I really mean it. I know it might not seem believable for a high school student to enjoy school, but I’m not lying about this stuff. I felt this way even before there was a scholarship to apply for. My mom taught me from a young age to enjoy going to school, and as much stress as it might have caused me over the years, I still loved every second of it. It’s easy to focus on the undesirable parts like sleep

I come from a long family of conversationalists. We get very excited and can talk about almost anything for hours. My downfall as a talker is I speak very fast and some people don’t always understand what I am saying. My humorous miscommunication involves myself, a German exchange student, a loud house, and a step ladder.

Growing up within a somewhat tight-knit family, I tend to keep my distance when it comes to large crowds. The feeling of my chest being compressed into any social interaction with someone I wasn't comfortable with needed to be over thought and rehearsed for my mind before I even attempted speaking. My off days ranged from not being able to give a presentation in class to over thinking the basic action of raising my hand to ask a teacher a question. However, I am the complete opposite with my family and close group of friends, since they are people I have gained an obvious closer relationship to rather than someone I just met. However, in the back of my mind I would always believe I had the potential to speak and gain the confidence to change

I rarely spoke in middle school. Nothing overly traumatic happened to me or anything, I was just terrible at making conversation, so I avoided it. In a normal conversation with me, right after hello’s and standard pleasantries were exchanged my mind would go crazy trying to think of something to say back. I didn’t want what I’d say to make me seem lower in the person’s eyes, so every single possible response was excessively mulled over in my head, and I’d usually end up flustered. It was exhausting. If the person tried to continue the conversation, I’d usually give a standard response like “Oh that’s cool” or a head nod/shake because I couldn’t think of anything else. I wasn’t trying to appear rude, that was far from my intention, it was just that I was a mess when it came to socializing. I was aware of how bad I was, but did I take the responsible route and work toward eloquence? Nope. Instead, I tried to avoid talking altogether. I’d keep my head down to avoid eye contact and keep a book on me so that I’d always have something to do. I pretty much ensured

After an interaction is initiated with a stranger or acquaintance, do your conversations typically proceed in disarray? Your mind races, you struggle with delivering a coherent message, but even more so the only thing you can focus on is your restless actions and how painfully inconsistent your paralanguage sounds. On the contrary, behind closed doors few people know that you are sort of like a big deal. Maybe you can’t relate to the prior, but it provides some insight into my own internal problem that I’ve struggled with until recently; appearing timid in certain social situations. Though, most of these episodes occur with unfamiliar people, it has surfaced among friends as well, but the likelihood and intensity of these behaviors appear to

Unlike most humans, I keep my composure in public and ramble when I'm alone but my mind goes crazy, and my mouth wants to open. There are many occasions where I do exactly this, and I keep the inner voice in.

From a young age, I have always been effective at math. In addition to my high quality math skills, I’ve been an organized person when it comes to important papers. When I reached freshman year of high school, I still wasn’t what I wanted to be for the rest of my life, when I was five I wanted to be a veterinarian, at ten a chef, by fifteen I had no idea. The belief that I had no true calling in life was a prominent and that there was no specific skill set that I had, I just went through my classes for two years choosing the ones that I would enjoy and that would help me acquire admission into college. When my junior year arrived, I enrolled in Computer Applications III, which is a class that certifies students in almost any Microsoft program through the Microsoft Company for $100. In choosing Excel as my certification, it soon became apparent that I excelled at it.

In fall of 2017, I will be attending college. I’m not quite sure where precisely, but when I do arrive on campus, I will not be alone. I will carry the weight of my mother’s ambitions with me.

As a seventeen-year-old high school student, a lot of pressure is being placed on my shoulders to decide upon my future plans and goals. All these decisions that are going to shape the rest of my life looming closer by the day, both an exciting and altogether terrifying prospect. Everyone seems to have an idea of how my life should play out; society says finish high school, go to college or university, enter the workforce, purchase a house, and have two point five children. Our society wants us to conform, to follow the typical path in life and contribute to the country collectively. My parents, on the other hand, want my happiness, but they would also like for me to do well in life, a tricky combination. Job titles like doctor, lawyer and politician are thrown around constantly in conversations regarding where I am headed, as if saying these things repeatedly will somehow make them a reality. Myself, I’m just focused on graduating high school, the idea that soon my life will be changing so drastically still hasn’t really sunk in yet. The truth is, I don’t know where I’m going thus far, which makes this essay a good start in figuring that out.

I too, like to talk a lot. all other attempts to write this have turned out to be much to long. (this is the 6th time I'm rewriting this) So I'll get straight to the point.

I am a thinker not a talker therefore socializing isn't my cup of tea. Growing up, I was the happiest kid but I was also extremely shy which often made me keep to myself. Growing up being the only girl with four brothers played a major role in my life that lead me to the person I am now. As I’ve gotten older from elementary to highschool, being alienated was normal and socializing was overwhelming. Although I still have problems with communicating with others I know that I have more life to live which will eventually break me out of this phase.

I am simply far too practical (yup, that’s my excuse) to do something just for the sake of doing it, especially if it's to pass time. If I'm looking to pass the time, I’m going to do something I actually enjoy. I get that interacting with their fellow humans is a way that plenty of people like to pass the time. That's fine, even I like chatting with my friends about stupid things. But that's the issueSmall talk can be either? talking about nothing and having nothing to talk about it. The problem is that it’s well, different, for different people. For the socially adept, it falls into the first category, but for the awkward (read: me), it's the

Speech is the biggest consumer of one’s energy, the easiest way of dissipating one energy. When talking one uses a lot more oxygen than when one is in silence. Excessive talking causes energy burnout and mind gets overheated which then in turn has effects on one’s reactions. One becomes angry and impatient due to which one is not able to act calmly, coolly or rationally anymore. Also listening to people who talk a lot takes a lot of