College Admissions Essay: My Last Year Of High School

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.

Growing up I was never the kid who talked too much or got in trouble in the classroom for doing so. In my 18 years of living I have never been considered very talkative or vocal. My father would always tell me that talking too much could land you in a big heap of trouble so I refused to do so. He had a phrase, “One thing guaranteed for a person that talks too much is swollen lips”. Hearing that as a child was kind of funny to me, but as I have gotten older I now realize what he was interpreting. I have seen a lot of people get into altercations for running their mouth’s too much and swollen lips is usually the ending result. Although I don’t talk much, I believe I can hold a pretty decent conversation with someone I have things in common with. I use to avoid talking to strangers, but being put in different settings with nothing but strangers has helped me with that to a

I lived in student home Verona for four years. My houseparents were Mr. and Mrs. Jester, at Milton Hershey School. I played field hockey for my 7th and 8th grade years of middle school. Someone who helped me when I was at MHS middle school was my sister Jada. She told the advice that I needed to hear when I was down or upset because I was on restrictions or developing. When I struggle in school she told me, “Get your grades up Gia or you are going to do bad in school and I do not want that for you. You’re a smart person and I want you to be successful in life.”

My Junior Year of high school just recently started. I have learned so many different things while attending high school, and still have over a year to learn even more. As Matthew Kelly said, “whether you are sixteen or sixty, the rest of your life is ahead of you. You cannot change one moment of your past, but you can change your whole future.” This means while I have done a lot in my past, I cannot change anything that has already happened, but I am able to change my future. One of the most important things that I am involved in right now is school. My first two years at CBHS were good, and I made decent grades. Some of the grades that I made I am not very happy with now but I cannot change that so I need to focus on my grades right now because those are the ones I can change.

Looking back at the years that I have completed in high school is a funny but a true life changer. If I was to go back to one year of high school I would want to go back to freshman year. One reason why I would want to go back to freshman year is to talk to myself. Another reason I would want to go back it tell myself to listen more. The last reason would to see if I could improve myself in any way.

It’s very surprising to be honest. If I rewind my life to the very beginning of junior year, I would have never suspected that I would encounter multiple hardships one after another, each excessively worse than the last. Yes, junior year was extremely tough domestically and socially but little did I know that my horrid problems at home would affect me academically. Undeniably it was my will power and my strong belief in never giving up which steered my grades and my life to the straight path and made me realize that mistakes happen in life for a reason, they happen so we can learn from them, so we can share our story with others and help them avoid the hardships we encountered. When I reminisce at my junior year, I don’t extract sadness or

I want to end this story on a happy note. I really do. But I dread me going away to college, leaving Inaara in high school. But I dread the idea of me pouring all of my hard work into this essay and only see the minus on my transcript. But I dread the day I'm going to have to confront Andrew, the kid with aspirations to football in college, about playing lineman instead of wide receiver again next season, signifying the fact that our passing in the morning had truly been for nothing. At least the essay I’ve dreaded for so long is now finished.

“You are not college material, look at these grades,” my Mother proclaims as she looks at my recent report card. “Stick with sports kid” my Father, adds. The sad part is, I actually believed them.

I am a girl who grew up with low income. Along with that my parents are both deaf alone with my big sister I watch after who has down syndrome. My father is no longer in my life so it’s my responsibility to take care of them. This isn’t a sob story about how awful my life sounds but how much I embrace it. Without my responsibilities I would have never grown to handle so many things I have accomplished. I was able to take college courses at Normandale Community College for free through Post Secondary Education Option (PSEO). I will also become my sister’s legal guardian this early summer. I work two jobs and try really hard to make sure I’m doing well in my classes along with making sure my family is okay. Why I am saying all this is because I feel like I

I have a several reasons of what I would do if I started the school year over. Three of them would be to make better grades, join clubs, and to stop being shy. I choose these three because I think these are my biggest mishandles right now. School is very important to me and myself think that if I achieve my goals I'll make it in life and my career lifestyle. Especially because I am in the Advanced Placement Program and the teachers and the Board of Education expect us to be top notched and to be high on our performance in classes.

My High School Goals As a freshman, I am starting to develop many goals in life. These goals are my academic, professional and personal goals. They include getting straight A’s all four years, learning more about music and deciding what I want to have as my job before high school ends. Many people take goals bit by bit.

Throughout most of my high school career, I looked down on community colleges and believed that they were only for those who didn’t care about school or who hadn’t managed to get into a 4-year university. I admired those who went to schools like UT, Baylor, or A&M and thought that I would be one of them upon graduating. However, towards the end of my senior year, that all changed. Before continuing my education, I wanted to not only explore other career options, but also prepare myself mentally and academically. As a smaller, less expensive, and closer alternative to 4-year universities, Lone Star College offered the optimal environment.

We start off thinking about our futures very early on as children we are taught since day one of kindergarten to graduate high school, go to college, get an education, and then work for the next 50 years until you retire. We start to develop our thoughts on what our career is going to be , our dream schools, who we are as individuals, we grow up watching our parents, relatives and neighbors living the path they chose. Watching the adults around us helped developed our minds and gave us an idea of what we can do. My father is a sheet metal worker for a big company and my mother was a travel agent both never got a college education, my neighbor graduated from the University of Santa Barbra, my kindergarten teacher got her associates degree

Well where do I begin I’m a kid from a small but growing town in northern California called Salinas. Something that sets me apart from other candidates is that I never really expected to go to college until I came into my freshman year of highschool. I've seen my family struggle because they came from Mexico and barely had any type of education. I'm first to admit that my freshman and sophomore years I failed some classes putting me behind on credits. Looking at myself in the mirror one day I told myself “ What are you doing I thought you wanted to go to college and make grandma and grandpa proud”. The very next day I went to my counselor and signed up for every possible way to recover my credits. When summer came I sat by myself and I worked

Class of 2017, it gives me great honor to be here alongside you all on this joyous day to receive the product of all our suffering. It astonishes me on how fast all the time went by. Seems like only yesterday I walked into the wrong classroom as a confused freshman. That yesterday was four years ago. The rush of time during these years has worried me. If time seems to be going so fast during high school, how will the rest of our years pass? Will they pass by slowly or quickly? For most people, “the trouble is you think you have time” (Buddha).