College Admissions Essay: I Am Too Hard On Myself

I’m awesome. It’s true. Everyone who meets me will agree, and by the end of this essay, you will too. I am from the small town of Mexico, Missouri where I haved lived my whole life. I was born on January 4, 2000. I am the millennium baby because I was the first baby born in 2000 in the the town of Mexico and I got to ride home in a limo. I went to elementary school at Hawthorne and then to the Middle School and now I am a Junior at The Mexico High School. I play basketball, football, and baseball. This summer I worked at the City Pool as a lifeguard. Last summer I worked at Pearl Motor Company for my dad. That job was definitely a lot harder than being a lifeguard, but I enjoyed both jobs. One of my favorite hobbies is hunting. I love to Turkey hunt and also deer hunt. I’ve killed three turkeys and one deer. One of my other hobbies is snow skiing. I usually get to go to Colorado every year with my church and I've been three times with my family. This is just a little bit of who I am.

Self-control is a lesson easier taught by life experiences rather than words. Watching my grandpa gulp down four to five beers daily showed the type of self control that took me so long to realize existed. He was an alcoholic. He knew it and would own up to his decisions every time the topic was brought up.

I have high aspirations upon receiving a diploma and I feel that your school is an excellent select to reach my fullest potential. It is more to me than simply experiencing the college life as I will be the first person in my family to attend any type of college and I hope to make my supporting family proud. I come from a Spanish speaking family thus I have learned to speak English and Spanish fluently. I am honored to possess these abilities because it allows me to maneuver with ease among the various communities and also break the language barriers acting as an interpreter. Due to various factors my parents and family member were not able to finish their education to compensate for the lack of education my family proceeded through life with hard work. This hard work has been a value instilled to us through the generations. With this I have surpassed obstacles that many of my peers doubted I would ever overcome. Graduating college is another goal I will accomplish to prove many wrong.

They say that there is nothing to fear but fear itself, yet I tend to disagree. Our world is packed full of things to be afraid of. As a child, we are afraid of the dark or monsters hiding underneath our beds; but, as we grow with wisdom and age, those fears become bigger and more worldly. We fear things like terrorism or illness. The fear that consumes me most is that my best might never be enough.

For my first year study in America, I was placed in the drama class and school Shakespeare play. Although my character only have few lines to present in one scene, it is very hard for a shy international student to performance well in second language. Especially for those arcane Shakespeare style words. In order to achieve a perfect performance, I fully concentrated on considering the deep meaning of my dialogues and figuring out the tone and emotion I suppose to have when I speak out the words as the character. And almost everyday after school, I would go to find my drama teacher to talk about the details and background of my character. I can still remember that she told me the best way to complete a vivid character is to fulfill the information of a character; make him or her a “real person”, which means create hobbies and habits for them. And through making efforts , my character impressed many audience. This experience told me that the passionate attitude and efforts are the inevitable keys to

There are infinite hobbies and pastimes that could ignite a flaming passion in their soul. Fortunately for myself, that flame early on, though I did not realize until years later. From an early age I was involved in dance, choir, and theatre. Though performing did not start out as a passion, dancing and singing became an outlet to express myself. The arts is a fairly difficult field to get into; talent is a large factor in success, but sometimes connections can be an even larger factor. My passion for performing, especially theatre, kicked off during my freshman year of high school. Unfortunately, the department was political and unbeknownst to me, those politics would become the root of stress and disappointment for the next four years.

High School was hard for me. Not in terms of course work but emotionally it was difficult. I had no guidance and had an overwhelming feeling of being an outcast. My bi-racial heritage—African American and Irish—made it difficult for me to fit in with any one ethnic group and exacerbated the feeling of isolation. Eventually I found the solace of alcohol and drugs and from there I began to drift. I dropped out in eleventh grade and spent a year in an out-patient program meeting regularly with a consulor and therapist. During this time, seduced by the plaintive moans of the blues, I taught myself to play guitar, a skill that would prove life saving in the dark years ahead. The next year I found my way back to a new school and graduated on time, but my problems with drugs and

I'm 60 years old now, but I spent many years hating how slowly I read. I had so many interests in things I would love to read about... but my slow reading made this a tortuously long task.

The way a teens life changes by becoming a mom is how school becomes more difficult and stressful, anxiousness of how college will be finished and paid for on a budget of a single mother, and how who they thought were their friends are not even close to being there for them truly.

“Just one more mile”. These words resonated throughout the confines of my mind, antagonistic to a conscience that only screamed for me to stop. Despite the cold winter air that promised only a world of agony in continuing my endeavor, my conviction to improve my physical endurance for the upcoming wrestling season far outweighed my fear of physical pain. With this conviction, I ran the dreaded sixth mile of my daily workout regimen. Although the strength training derived only from lifting weights at a gym would be ideal in conditioning my body for the wrestling season, gym membership was not so readily available for an individual like me, who came from a modest family of humble socioeconomic background that could not afford such a luxury. In spite

The New International Version Bible states: “Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing: he does not shy away from the sword.” (Job 39:199-22) As I read this excerpt, I realized that one must attack life like a horse charging into battle in order to succeed. My dream is to pursue a career in veterinary medicine. Acceptance to veterinarian school is extremely competitive, thus I have already begun to make preparations for achieving this dream. God has shown me that if I follow his plan for my life he will provide everything I need to succeed.

In life as people begin to grow up and get older, lots of things around you and in your life will begin to change. People will change and you will start realizing that not everyone you know is good people to surround yourself around in life. As you get older you should become more responsible so you can grow up to be the successful human being. Life and time flies by and can be taken away from you at any given moment, always have fun and use your time wisely, and make sure you aspire to be the best person you can be.

First off, happy 16th birthday zbob, whoops I mean za-knob whoops I mean zainab. We met freshman year and who knew how many people we were gonna get blocked by! The possibilities are endless with you. The year continued with us losing chill and any care. We got blocked by 2 people but somehow magically got no restraining orders. After I while you said you wanted a job so I gave you one. My full time unpaid therapist. You helped me through hell and back, put up with the drama I got myself in, and even showed me that it is ok to be myself. You always had lotion so that made me like you even more. We had hilarious memories, prank calling ghostface and MJ. Don’t even get me started on our after-school dates. We have just over a million code names which honestly, I can’t remember anymore.

I like to think that I am a hard worker. I am one of the most organized individuals you might ever meet. I like to think that I am an easy person to get along with. I do tend to have my not

My name means “industrious” or “hardworking.” I am determined and meticulous, and although also a procrastinator, I always get things done on time and to the best of my ability. I believe in leading by example, that sometimes the best leaders are the ones who listen more than they speak, that sometimes voicing your own opinion is not that important. I am an ISFJ personality. We are known as “the defenders.” I believe in protecting what you love, and so my family always comes first (most importantly my little sister).