College Admissions Essay-Sometimes It's Okay To Cry

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

Being the oldest, I grew up with many responsibilities. I have always been the one to set the example, create the right path, and be the role model for my younger siblings. My single mother worked day and sometimes even nights to provide us all with what we needed, never failing to keep a roof over our heads and clothes on our backs, so she along with my brother and sister became my motivation to become the best I can be. I knew schooling would be an issue for us economically; there was no way my mother could ever help me pay and there was no way I would allow her to overwork herself. So I made the decision to leave home at the age of seventeen and move to Oregon. Becoming a resident of Oregon allows me to afford schooling at a much better cost, even if it means being so far away. It is very difficult being distant from my family, but I am doing this for them. Finally, I reached the moment in my life where I saw what was most important to me and it was to be the best I can be for my family.

Most of my early life was rough. We moved a lot, and my parents fought and got a divorce, and my sister and I were always pushed and pulled from one parent to the next. After the divorce and even some before, my father was

Have you ever heard of the theory of the middle child and how they are the “forgotten” one? Well, that was me. It wasn’t until he came home that I realized everything had changed. I knew my mom tried to care for and pay attention to me, but it wasn’t enough. I was only eight when my younger brother, Abraham was born. When I found out that there was a baby on the way I was extremely excited to finally have my own little partner in crime, but things didn’t turn out that way. With a new baby at home, everything was different. My dad was now working two jobs to support our newly expanded family and all of my mom’s time was dedicated to the newest member of our family. I constantly called for attention as I felt neglected and

If I allowed myself to cry I knew that I wouldn't survive. If I allowed myself to feel the pain there was nothing in this world that would save me.

Years have gone by and now I am the oldest out of five children, just like my mom. The years have been hard for my mom, but she has

Friday was movie day in kindergarten. Most students could not wait to get out of their seats, join their friends on the carpet, and watch, eyes glued to the television screen, as a story unfolded before them. However, I was quite possibly the only exception to this majority. I was the extremely shy kid who always seemed to cry at school. Substitute teacher? I would cry. School assembly? I would cry. My teacher announcing it was time for a movie? I would cry. I remember staying home an extra day after having the flu one time just to avoid going to school on a Friday. The four kindergarten teachers at my elementary school knew they needed to devise a plan to keep me from dreading Fridays, and they decided to bank on one of my biggest

I’m worn out. You know those days when you pushed yourself too hard. You know those days when you think you pulled a muscle, because you’re sore to the inner bone. You know those days when you forget to stretch before you run. Well, today is one of them. I got up and realised that my leg hurt really bad, but no amount of stretching could help it. I sat down and my leg feels like someone just cut it off. I sit there in agony, I’m worn out.

Saying to myself repeatedly that you can accomplish anything if you just put your mind to it, was almost impossible for me to believe. I have always been put in honor classes my whole life. I would finish my work in class and study without a problem. Stressing over classes was never the case for me. But once I got into my junior year of high school, everything changed. I felt like everything that I knew or was good at, was just washing away.

I was the first born and I was also the first grandchild on my dad’s side, so I was very spoiled. My family lived with my grandparents at the time, so not only did I have unlimited time with my parents but also my grandparents. My mom said I was never on the ground, I was always held. Whenever we would go to the store I would play with the toys and my mom would tell me she would buy me the toy and I would say no and put the toy back. I loved when the kids my mom would watch would come over, I liked interacting with other kids and I also did not mind sharing my toys. I loved being the only child, but it started to get boring and I felt like something was missing.

Being the oldest child has had a huge impact on who I am today. I have to be responsible and make sure that my sisters have someone to look up to. My actions play a role on how I show off my responsibility. I am responsible in any shape, way, or form because I love it when everything around me is neat, clean, done on time, and organized. Being responsible is not an easy aspect especially when different thoughts go through people's minds when they hear the word.

I was the middle child and I was always the one that got into trouble even though Robbie might have done it first. I had a good childhood for the most part, I can’t remember not doing without the things that I really needed as a child. Things like clothes, food, shelter and love from a family. I recall having my favorite things