College Admissions Essay: The Last Year Of My 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.

As I sit on my bed weakened and dying I want to say that I despair the fall. I have hated this miserable time of the year ever since I was growing up. It reminded me of death and I would have never thought it would actually bring me to the end of my life. I will recount what happened,but I want to re-emphasize that no matter if I go to heaven or hell, I hope to God that I will not see those leaves falling off the town’s beautiful trees, the snow endlessly falling, and the dread of loneliness that this season brings.

“Volunteers are the only human beings on the face of the earth who reflect this nation's compassion, unselfish caring, patience, and just plain loving one another.”

I felt my heart thumping in my chest aloud. The day that I had been striving for, for three years was right around the corner. I tried to suppress the gigantic lump in my throat, my every cell aching for the moment to come.

From ages one to five someone was constantly caring for me. Every move I made was watched. No freedom. I was not even my own person. At ages six to ten more freedom and responsibility came. I could pick out my own clothes, feed myself, and decide if I wanted to play barbies or babies. Eleven to fourteen are very confusing ages.I was trying to become my own person, instead of what my parents were. Ages fifteen to eighteen have definitely been the most challenging, but also the most fun years of my life.

All my life I’ve been limited. Often as a result of preformed ideals my parents had, they wouldn’t permit me to explore a passion I held. Other times, I could pursue an interest but meagerly because of my obligation to watch my siblings. Furthermore, as a middle child, I’m expected to be indecisive or wavering. My parents expect me to supersede my sister and precisely mimic her activities and interests. However, science enables me to be limitless. The whole concept of any science area is speculating beyond the known: investigating and stretching human understanding past the accepted range. Although science subjects are not my best, they are my favorite because science instructs me how to begin investigating and ultimately to discover what

“By taking the time to stop and appreciate who you are and what you've achieved - and perhaps learned through a few mistakes, stumbles and losses - you actually can enhance everything about you. Self-acknowledgment and appreciation are what give you the insights and awareness to move forward toward higher goals and accomplishments” (Jack Canfield). This quote shows that despite the little slip ups that life sometimes gives people, they need to always remember what they have accomplished, and the new goals that people can accomplish as well. I, like many people, have goals that I want to achieve in my life, some are big, some are small, but all can be achieved if people try hard enough. That’s what I did during my freshman year of highschool,

In the summer of my freshman year of high school, I did not want to accept that I was growing up; that I was going to high school. I have always had a problem with wanting to stay a kid. I don’t like the idea of becoming old and not being able to do things that I could before. The three months of that summer were amazing fun and I worried less and less… until the 10 days till high school mark came. I have always been a confident, determined, leader, and wasn’t ever nervous or out of place. High school was a slap in the face. The kind of slap in the face that got me going. I began to look around me and realize that a lot of these kids were going to be stuck in life, while the teachers all wanted us to learn and grow. I would pray to God every night to help these kids who just needed help. It was all about the drama of last year, and she

Seven years into my life, our mother brought us from the comfort of our beds into the living room and told us that our life was going to change. This point in time opened an unforeseen perspective where everyone in this world has a different a background, family, and culture that lays out the foundation for life. Fortunately, my upcoming was strengthened by a tough, guiding, Hispanic community which helped me develop into the person I am today and overcome my substantial hardship; nevertheless, providing support to others in similar situations would be a wishful thought come true.

“Two little lines I heard one day, Traveling along life’s busy way. Only one life ‘twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.”

Entering my final year of high school has caused me to think about my future and the goals I hope to accomplish. One goal is to attend Douglas collage to obtain my associate art degree, and the other goal is to improve my diet.

Standing at the threshold of complete maturity, I see the demise of my childish understanding and approach to life. Taking few but monumental ideas, which are manifested in every day situations, and having them develop into to a mindset. Most of which is always checking if at anytime my choices would put me in a disposition. I also see process it takes to reach my goals. These values are seen and incorporated throughout a business, or any work environment. It occurred to me that likewise these values are exemplified in school as a matter of preparation to become the man or women we need to be.

A tragedy has struck my heart, I had lost a loved one. I knew that I couldn't just throw away everything and quit but I wasn't motivated to go back into school. Being my senior year I knew it was very important to stick it out and finish school. My parents insisted I went back, I just wasn't ready to be around hundreds of people every single day. Scared, lost, and hurt I explored my options. I found that there was a program I could join where I'd still be able to graduate but wouldn't have to be in the mixing pot of 1,600 student every day. I reached out to guidance, refusing to be placed back into ordinary classes and schedules, and they placed me in the alternative education program.

When something bad happens to you, you think “Why me?” When something irreversible changes you for the rest of your life, the only choice you have is to work even harder to see the cloud’s silver lining. Unfortunately, this applies to my family and the things I’ve had to endure. You could call my unfortunate events “a dealing of bad cards”. The way I see it is, it’s only a bad hand, so I can still win the game. My life started in San Jose, California. Our family consisted of my mom, dad, little brother, and I, living in a small town called Campbell. Money was a big issue and no matter where my parents looked, there was nowhere else in California they could find to fit the financial budget, and somewhere where my little brother