College Admissions Essay: The 14 Years Of My Life

Growing up, my childhood years were honestly the most exhilarating, memorable, and beautiful parts of my life. I got along with my siblings very well, my parents were always wanting to go on trips, i had my great group of friends near the area i lived; it was all just smooth sailing since the day i was

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

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.

After eleven years worth of education, I’m finally on year twelve; senior year. This year is my year, the year that I find out more about myself and step foot out into the real world. Reality has hit me like a freight train this year and I’m realizing that I’m an adult now. It is time for me to get out of my comfort zone and start shaping my future. There is so much more life ahead of me that I need to prepare for; this calls for a game plan.

That brings me to this year, and it has been nothing short of a blessing. I didn’t do basketball for my senior year, just to get prepared for the vault. I worked out every other day in the winter, letting my body rest in between days and going as hard as possible when I was at the Y. I went two times a week to St. Louis, just to work on everything that I could for this vault season. My passion stemmed from my junior year, and with all the success I had, I just wanted more. I told myself Junior year that I would work as hard as possible over the offseason to get first place at that Illinois College meet. I wanted to show everyone that I could go from dead last my freshman year, all the way to winning the whole thing my senior year.

The first seven years of my life I had a great group of friends who loved me dearly. I went to a great school, and I had a very loving family. What I did not know is that my life would change in the blink of an eye. While I sat in my desk first grade year, the intercom came on and the lady said, “ Breanna Fair needs to check out.” When my family got home, I saw boxes packed with my family’s belongings. I wandered down the halls of Andalusia Elementary School and there were many thoughts running through my mind. What’s happening?Why did we move?Will I make a lot of new friends? At first I felt scared, but now I have attended Andalusia for almost twelve years and I could not be happier with the group of friends I have and the accomplishments

I’ve always been partial to the cold; it’s not that I’ve object to living in warmth, but I have, since a foolishly young child, thought that life’s worth more when the cold fronts begin settling in. Winter was always when I felt I could truly come alive. Much like the darkness of night, winter heralded in the idea that if less of the world might be available, everything else around you can become that much more beautiful. These ideals were true for so long…but then the temperature eventually hit a critical zero, and I, for quite some time, finally felt the weight under many seasons of frost. This story is seeing that frost, and trying to thaw afterwards.

During the latter part of my 15-year career, the Lord blessed me with opportunities to grow in my leadership and public speaking skills. I managed a staff of seven, a budget of several million dollars and made presentations to professional boards and potential business partners. After the Lord called me to be home with my children full time, I struggled with the meaning and usefulness of the opportunities I had been blessed to experience. They felt wasted in light of the carpool driving, diaper changing and house cleaning duties that were now the staples of my new “career” at home. After a semester in my church’s MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group, I was asked to co-lead the steering team. This invitation was definitely from the Lord, as I

Throughout my high school career, I have been faced with many diverse challenges and experiences that have sculpted me to be the person I am today. I take pride in learning new skills, through new opportunities and apply it to improvement for myself and broaden my understanding of the world. I believe that this internship would be not only useful but also crucial in our ever-growing world of technology. Currently, I have no experience in computer science or coding. This is because my school, like many, do not offer computer science focused classes. Despite my lack of experience, it will not limit my efforts or potential and will instead drive me to further excel because of the possible gap between the other internship members and myself.

Twelve years may seem like a plethora of time, but it actually flies by with such quickness that you barely have time to blink. I have been attending school for twelve years now. All twelve of those years, my family has thoroughly drilled me on the importance of succeeding in school. For years, my parents thunderous homilies on education went through one of my ears and out the other. I knew education was important, so why do they keep nagging me about something I have heard for years, were my petulant thoughts. As my body grew and my mind matured, I began to open my eyes and see why. My dad works out of state. He has to drive three hours to a job with less than desirable conditions and absolutely no benefits. In school, my dad liked to joke

When I was 12 years old my life used to be really simple. I lived in Colombia with my father and stepmother. My father was the principal at a local public school That he created by himself. Economically, we were really good, I used to study in a private school, we lived in a comfortable apartment, We lived in a good area and my dad payed for many academies of different sports and arts for me to join. I took guitar classes for over 6 months, joined a roller skate team and a soccer team.

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).

Freshman year is a challenging time for everyone: a new school, new classmates, and new expectations. Adapting to these new things is difficult and I decided that being shy, like I was most of my childhood, was much more comfortable than making new friends and trying new things. This made most of freshmen year a little lonely and closed off. I wanted to try new things and meet new people but I did not want to face the possibility of rejection. I desperately needed a push to get myself out there and expand my horizons. Thankfully, this push came sooner rather than later. In history class one day, one of the high school’s counselors, Mrs. Vought, approached me with a scholarship opportunity. Funded entirely by the Zonta Club of Alpena, it was an

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

Life is so unpredictable. This morning I was shared the bitter news of my first cousins unfortunate death. Growing up with Anessia, I distinctly remember the summers spent at our grandparents house as kids. We were always up to something; whether it be playing at the park at the elementary school across the street, site-seeing Idaho's beautiful waterfalls with her, my sisters, and mother, or just being young and using our imaginations to be whatever we wanted to be. Sometimes life isn't fair, and I'll never comprehend why you were denied the privilege of living life beyond 20 years old, but I do know the life you lived will fondly be missed. 18 years of life with you wasn't nearly enough, but the memories will forever stay near to my heart.