College Admissions Essay: Seven Years Into My Life

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,

Coming from a Mexican immigrant family I have learned to recognize since a very young age that because of the status that my parents are placed in they cannot pursue a better future like the one I want. I have been given the opportunity to challenge myself with obtaining a higher education than just high school itself. My parents have demonstrated to me through their hard work that I have to value this opportunity unless I want to end up with low paying job. My life long dedication comes from seeing my parents make sacrifices in order for my education to continue.

Every day, every one, in the world goes through a challenge, big or small. They affect and impact us significantly. They change the way we think, love, act, and approach or do things. Challenges either frighten or motivate us, but they are what make us the person we are today.

I was born in a small ranch in Mexico, and raised in Oregon .My first year and a half I grew up with only my mother and grandmother, my father in the US trying to raise enough money to send to my mom and me . I came to the United States with my mom at the time in only understood Spanish. The Spanish language stayed with me up until I was 3 , I was the only child but my older cousins taught me a new foreign language. From the moment I learned to speak English to almost 14 years later, being a year away fro graduation its been a big struggle. Fighting against the "I cant's" and "failure" it's been a bumpy ride. Something that has really shaped my life is, as I grew up I didn't quite understand the meaning of immigrant, my 7 year old mind didn't

My story would have never begun if my parents had not made a huge decision in my life, almost 15 years ago. When they decided to move our family across the border, my future would be become unknown. The fate I had been destined to have was completely altered, now, I had the opportunity to change my life for the better, to strive for something bigger. My parents pushed me to be the best I could be, and to work as hard as possible to get what I wanted. As the daughter of two Mexican immigrants I grew up in a very cultural household, and being surrounded by Spanish at all times. The only negative being I had to learn English on my own, and which led to me having some difficulty when I first started school. Yet, growing up in a Spanish speaking

Growing up with an autistic sibling and being a first generation Mexican-American student have shaped the individual I have become. My parents worked long shifts in

I am an immigrant, many years ago I made the decision to move from Honduras to Texas, the transition was hard and I didn’t have any relatives to help me to deal with the adaptation process. Prayers and humility were my everyday help. I still remember my first job in the USA spraying insulation on new commercial building construction and cooking Mexican tacos at a small restaurant at night. While doing that job, I realized very quickly that education was the only way to succeed in this great country therefore, I quit the taco business and education became my priority.

As I have blossomed into the individual I am today I have developed a significantly different outlook from most of my peers. My mother migrated from Colombia to the United States because she wanted to create a better life for my older brother and me. Her journey inspires me and it a journey which many individuals with Latino backgrounds have to undergo to have the polity to give their children education possibilities. The sacrifice that my mother and those like her have bared have revealed to me the importance of what it means to work hard. As a family of immigrants I have developed an appreciation for those close to me. Living in the United States I see my grandparents and all of my siblings every two years, I understand what it is too mean

Ask my teachers, friends, coaches, and family, they’ll all tell you that I’m mature. The way I hold myself responsible for my life, my studies, and my activities through the good and bad is a unique quality about me that they admire, but also know little to nothing about.

I was born and raised in Cuba. My sister and I were raised by a single mother. Since my mother does not have a high education level, I am the first person in my family with the opportunity of obtaining a bachelor degree and enter medical school. Consequently, she could only offer restricted support for my educational development. However, she always strived to support our family. Nevertheless, I began to work to provide for them as soon as I finished high school. Therefore, I could not attend to the university at that time. Soon after, I got married and had my first child. Then, I moved to the United States of America with my husband and child due to economic reasons and to pursue the American Dream at the age of 26. Then, I got pregnant with

“Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay”. Habakkuk 2:10 NKJV Bible

The different political, social, and cultural influences that have surrounded me throughout my life have constructed the integral individual I am today. Growing up in Colombia, I spent a great portion of my time playing outside in the dirt, hiking through the forests and creeks, and exploring my surroundings; which enabled me to develop a quest for knowledge and a fascination for the biological sciences. What constitutes my character are the core qualities that formed as a response to my exposure to the different experiences during my early development. The experiences of witnessing poverty and abandonment of people in many different areas of my native country are experiences that marked my life and enabled me to gain the essential quality of altruism. My parents have greatly contributed to my perception of and importance of my identity; they have exemplified that part of being Hispanic is having the drive and desire to surpass beyond the limitations. Through the difficult transition of moving to the United States, I learned to persevere, to work hard, and to fight for the future I envisioned. My goals and aspirations have been cultivated by all these factors that portray my personal ownership of being Hispanic. I see an abstract concept behind the word Hispanic; I associate it with family and the given capacity of carrying the willingness, love, effort, strength, and motivation to

Isn’t it just great dying slowly? In the beginning there was man and woman-both fine specimens. Although they grew older and weaker they made more off spring to keep the species alive. I think it’s depressing to grow old. It makes you want to live life to the fullest.

So, I made it, 80 years ago at Dunedin public Hospital I was born, of course my memories of that time were based on the words of mother, I came into this world covering my face, singing the song of the new-born, this was the beginning in my journey. I think I better begin by discussing how it feels to be 80, I think the my obvious change is in my appearance, I can tell you now that even all the Olay in the world will not bring the elasticity back to my face, the winkles sneak up, just like Christmas, when each year goes by another wrinkle will be in its place, comfortably sitting there as remined of joyful and at times melancholy moments our life which shaped and influenced us, I have grown with this face, I look in the mirror and see myself as I am and who I was. I feel

I consider myself to be one of the more truly fortunate Hispanics by coming from a family of such perseverance. According to sociology, children of parents who grew up in poverty typically would not have the opportunity for career advancement. I knew I would have to continue the perseverance, and had to come up with a plan for myself. When I got to high school, The Boy Scouts of America gave me the opportunity to become a fire explorer. The duration of the five-year firefighting internship allowed the opportunity to explore an enticing health career. I gained much knowledge and experience that rooted me in health care. Through the same knowledge and experience I was steered into a different route. After many health-fairs, measuring blood pressure and pulse, I realized my calling was in a