College Admissions Essay-My Birth And My Name

Someone that I am is a kind,caring,and loving person who loves to help others. I have not yet attempted to make a positive change in the world but I do have a couple of ideas that i think will work and are very positive towards the world. I was always curious since I was a little girl what the entire world was like and how others were not in the best situations. Now that I am older I do realize that the world world is very harsh and it’s not always going to be the best place to be at certain times, I realized that when put myself in a bad position with not so good people. I’ve always told myself when I was younger that, they deserve that type of punishment when I would see people on the streets. Now I see that it always is not there fault they obviously up somewhere in life and mistakes always happen. One way I would like to help those people on the streets is build about the size of a large dog house and so they could call it home until they get back on there feet.

The original due date for this unborn child was not until three months from this night, however, the doctors had the situation under control. When my mom went into labor prematurely, they had the ability to perform a Cesarean section and give birth to my little sister. This was only the beginning of the adventure for three pounds one ounce Elisabeth Marie Ballard. The first stop on her journey was the NICU to be placed in an incubator to be kept warm and monitored for developmental problems. During the first weeks of her life, she was fed breast milk through a tube that ran from her nose to her stomach. After two months in the NICU incubator, she was finally gained enough weight to go home. This exciting moment did come with a few strings attached. Her weight and vitals still needed to be monitored, so the hospital sent home a machine that allowed them to receive all of her vitals in real time. Her size and prematurity have never stopped her from leading a regular life. Thanks to the technology advancements in the medical field, my sister survived her prematurity and is now leading the life of an annoying six-year-old sibling. Libby, as we call her, transcended the process of natural selection and childhood mortality, and her life is a miracle. The credit can be given to the technology and the people who wield the knowledge

I grew up on a quiet street in Winter Park, Florida in a quaint middle class family of four. My mother has a small law practice with a tangerine tree in the backyard where she brings the family dogs every day, and my father just retired from his position as the most senior judge at the Orange County Courthouse. My older brother was first a competitive golfer and then a national debate champion before he graduated first in his class from Notre Dame and went to work for Bain and Company. Before all that, he was the architect of the forts we built in our backyard and played the Aragorn to my Éowyn. These people, who shaped and instructed my childhood, brought me up on C.S. Lewis and courthouse visits, P.G. Wodehouse and long ethics debates, and craftiness and self-sufficiency. My dad tried taking me to the golf course, which was when I discovered how much I hate mosquitoes and Florida weather, but it was my mom who took me to see our local ballet company. Though I was forced to wear a dress (one of

The word ‘hello’ - a simple word- reluctantly forms on my lips. I am at my first leadership training, surrounded by well-spoken and appearingly confident individuals. Throughout my childhood to even now, I have been presented with numerous opportunities where I could converse with others, but I didn’t possess the prowess to introduce myself. My shyness– my social anxiety– needed to be confronted and conquered immediately.

Wonder how much medicine my mom was on when she named me? My name literally looks like she tried to name me mama. Maybe that was the intention, and the doctor was feeling generous that day and changed it, I don't know. Anyways, my name is pretty unique, just like my life. My mom was a veternary technician and had other jobs on the side to take care of me. My dad was always out doing his job too, so I was around my grandma Maggie quite a bit. She was born in the Philippines and had a very heavy Tagalog accent. She took care of not only me but my grandfather who had a stroke and was paralyzed from the shoulders down. Therefore,she was someone I always looked up to and aspire to be. When I was around six years old my grandma Carol convinced my mom to move here. By this time I had a three year old brother named Aidan. We really didn't even know we had another grandma because she lived in Indiana and we never got to see her, so

I suppose I’ll start this letter by giving some background information about my life. I was born in Albany, Georgia and have lived in the same house for my entire life. I don’t mind living in Albany now, but I definitely want to in the future. I have three siblings, two brothers and a sister; my sister and I are the closest of the siblings, even though there’s a fourteen year age disparity between the two of us. She practically raised me; she worked at the daycare that I went to, and I was usually with her when my parents were working.

Bringing a child in this world is a wonderful thing, so I heard but sometimes the process is not that easy. My mother, Aldoria Moseley, experienced some bad times. She told me it was all worth it to bring in this world, a healthy eight pounds, and twenty-two inches’ baby girl. My mother didn’t know she was pregnant until three months in her pregnancy. My parents had stop trying to have kids after having two boys, my brothers Nate and Cletwain. Things all change once my family found out they were having a girl.

There are various stages of life. As we get older the lifestyle and habits rapidly changes. Although the standards of my life have changed a lot since I was twelve years old, but still some of my hobbies, looks, lifestyle, interests and learning styles are still the way they were twelve years ago.

On a hot summer day, I was born on July 27th 1998 at Ohio State hospital. Since the day I was born I have experienced many things throughout my life. The experiences that I have had throughout my life have shaped me into the person that I am today. Who I am as a person today is successful, kind and thoughtful.

Although I am a freshman, UGA is not that foreign to me. My sister, Amanda, just recently graduated in May of 2015 with a double major in Biology and Psychology. Because I have had an older sibling here before me, it has allowed me to have a personal mentor in getting familiar with the campus and different activities going on here at UGA. So far, I love UGA and the college experience. Although, I do occasionally miss my mother’s cooking and sleeping in my own bed. But before I came to UGA, I had lived my entire life in Woodstock, GA. I grew up in two different houses and playing almost every sport that they offered. Ever since the first day of soccer, I have fallen in love with sports. As a started to get older, I played baseball and basketball. However, eventually baseball was getting to slow and started to bore me. So after the season right before my freshman year of high school I stopped. At this point I was just focusing on one sport, which was basketball. I played basketball for both years on my middle school team, and continued on to become a floater for the JV and Freshman teams at Etowah, my high school. Sophomore year I made varsity, but I do not think I even set foot on the court during a game unless it

This essay explores who I am as a student. As a person, I am very well-rounded, enjoying a variety of subjects, sports and activities. A number of my favorite activities pertain to the Science, Math and Computer Science House’s focuses on rigorous mathematics, science, and computer science curricula focused on problem solving skills and research. Through studies in Science, Engineering, Honors Geometry and Computer Applications along with volunteering, I have learned a vast amount about mathematics, science, and computer science, seeing firsthand how to research and problem solve in the most effective methods.

Through seven-year-old eyes I watched in terror as my mother grimaced in pain. I held her hand, wiped her forehead with a cool wet towel, and longed for the pain to subside. All our long discussions, all the maternity books, all the studied fetus pictures, did little to prepare me for the birthing process. During the long labor I frequently walked out of the room, pacing, torn between fear and loyalty. My two younger sisters were with Grandma, away from chaos, and although my parents thought I was sufficiently mature to watch the birth of my brother, I was

Who am I? That’s hard to say since there is no clear definition of what makes a person. I could be my occupations: a student, dancer, and swimmer. Maybe I’m my emotions like happy, sad, and angry. I could be where I live, or what my goals are and how I plan to reach them. Most likely, I’m a compilation of all of these because people are complex and are not two dimensionally made. Where I am, how I act, and what I do make me who I am and I would not be Veronica without living in this house in Portland, Texas and having aspirations that seem to be more impossible than seizing the moon. I am Veronica, but I can also be whatever I need to be depending on where I live, what I do, and how I change my goals.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

About 22 weeks into my mom’s pregnancy, I distinctly remember asking her how about the baby. “I haven’t felt her in awhile,” she shrugged. Neither of us thought anything of it, but the next week at her doctor’s appointment, the ultrasound technician couldn’t find a heartbeat. After the doctor searched for one, the results were final: the baby was dead.