College Admissions Essay: Growing Up, Reading And Writing

Up until high school, I never really knew what I wanted to pursue in. There were so many options and although I did have some idea before entering the 9th grade, I was still waiting to find a subject that I truly enjoyed. During my freshmen year, I finally found that subject – biology.

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,

Being a first generation student requires more will power than I ever thought I owned. In middle school I was denied by my parents the chance to shadow a pharmacist because they saw this as an unattainable dream. It wasn’t until I began working with disabled children and tried to pursue a nursing degree, that I found the courage and determination to pursue all of my dreams in spite of my upbringing.

In order to improve my literacy skills I have started a journal in my middle school years. I would write in the journal at least once a week and was able to obtain practice by just free writing. I have always been a visual person therefore I would add color and drawings to my journals. My dad is extremely creative and is the one who taught me how to color in between the lines. He also helped me learn how to read and write in Spanish.My dad and I learned from each other. When a loved one shares the same interest as us we tend to build a bond due to the common interest. Alexie’s father loved books in which explains how Alexie started to become interested in literacy. I feel that because I started to generate a passion for drawing thanks to my dad I began to see reading and writing in a different point of view. In 3rd grade we were able to publish our own books. We got a 20 page book which was blank and we had to write our own story and draw pictures. I actually won a principal’s award because of my story. My story was based on my dad’s hospital stay. All I remember was that each day I visit my dad I drew a picture with him and then wrote a paragraph about what we did that day. My book was called “My Visits To The Hospital With My Dad”. My dad was in the hospital for several periods because of his kidney failure. He is my inspiration, he helped generate my book idea. Each day I

The first thing I can remember about my writing was in 8th grade my English teacher inspired me to write. Not only about short stories but about my life if I didn't want to talk about my problems. I remember it so well, I was having a hard time with school and family issues were happening. My grades reflected that writing helped me a lot. I realized what I had to do, writing changed everything opened up more I felt better as a person my writing opened my eyes in a way. I did my work and efficiently. I don't like to read nearly as much as I like to write. I used to write a lot more about things I thought I was pretty good at writing short stories but then I just stopped

As a young child I always prided myself in my writing. I attended the Young Authors Conference every year during elementary school. The Young Authors Conference allowed us to write and share books that

We all have dreams. My mother always dreamed of being a teacher; however, life took her for another turn and her dreams were not fulfilled. She became a stay at home mom instead. She used me to achieve her dreams of being a teacher; therefore, I became her student. From the age of three, she began to teach me the basics of reading and writing. By the time I started kindergarten, I was very advanced in reading for my age. My first day of school, I was appalled when my classmates could not read simple words. Did their mothers not teach them to read like mine had? This was the start to my reading and writing journey. My writing history has had a significant influence on my current writing strengths, weaknesses, and style.

I’d always enjoyed writing but I’d never been so vocal about it. For me, it happened quietly. My notebooks lie scattered over my bedroom floor; they had no place at the lunch table. And my writing survived on my acknowledgments alone, I couldn’t even imagine letting some else read it. This was due in part to my own self-doubt: I was embarrassed of my poems that never rhymed and my short action stories that never seemed to have any plot. But I

My personal growth is a significant aspect of who I am, moreover, this continues to be a trait I strive to develop. To understand how far I’ve come as a person, you need to see where I came from and what motivated me to change.

Having to know that there is a school that can help young adults to stay in school is satisfying. Nowadays, many young students give up on the dream on going to college; which is sad to hear. However, Early College High Schools benefits students to stay in school, and graduate with not just a high school diploma, but an Associate’s Degree. In addition, students who are involved in early college high schools will have a greater opportunity to get a job, and receive financial help from the school; while being in school.

I wrote my first short story when I was eight-years-old. It evolved into a complex story as the years went by, and that story will someday be a children’s book. I will admit, though, that I did not always want to major in English. In second grade, my weeks consisted of wrapping my dog’s “broken” legs in toilet paper and researching diseases and cures. Other weeks included writing short stories and attempting to teach my dogs how to read. When literature became a higher priority, my desire to become a physician faded into a desire to become a writer.

A responsibility outside of school that has helped me grow as a student, would be being the first child. Being the eldest alone brought me multiple responsibilities that helped build, shape, and develop my character. But being the eldest child of an immigrant family, however added to those preexisting responsibilities, of not only being an example for younger siblings, but by also being helpful to my parents. Having those responsibilities, however would play out to be useful both in life, and in academics later down the road.

From the time I was in elementary school I always preferred math and science. My favorite subject was astronomy and my favorite thing about astronomy was black holes. I thought that the concept of a rip in space was almost inconceivable. How the more you go into a black hole the slower the pull is until you reach the event horizon. When I was a kid, I had a solid memory. I knew about all this stuff but I had no clue how any of it worked. I believed that having a strong memory meant that I was intelligent but as I began my journey into mathematics I would soon discover otherwise.

Before I even knew how to read, my mother would often lecture me about the importance of writing. She would incessantly tell me about the power of writing. To further prove her claims about the significance of writing, she would say things such as “An entire person’s life can be change by a single phrase” or “Being able to write makes you different from the average person.” At first, I was honestly not interested in what she was telling me, but today, especially as I am at the doorstep of college, I fully understand why she emphasized the value of good writing to me. My mother is the reason why I have become a good writer.

Growing up in the same home as my grandmother who was a writer herself came with a lot of storytelling and pressure to pursue writing as well. My grandmother wasn’t necessarily a published writer, instead she wrote her stories and passages for friends and loved ones. She always dreamed of being able to share her stories with the whole world, but never got the opportunity to do so because she always had to take care and provide for her family. Growing