College Admissions Essay: The Life Of Me

She started to see something in her eyes that was not there before.

Do you really want to have a relationship (platonic OR intimate) with someone who can’t accept you for who you are? If only you could fix the things that are “wrong” with you, would it make you truly happy? Or would you feel like you’d had to chance the very core of your being just to make one person happy?

She was smiling her mournful smile as she slipped me a crust of bread. She looked straight into my eyes. I knew she wanted to talk to me but she was paralyzed with fear. She remained

She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes for the first time tonight. Her large, dark eyes captured me like a fish on a hook. Her eyes cried out pain and loneliness and seemed to see through my superficial persona.

It took me to see another woman except herself for being different before I could see that I wasn't the freak everyone told me I was

Her eyes staring at mine like how an eagle looks at its prey. Suddenly, I felt a striking pain hit my cheek as i collapsed. I laid there aching in pain. The next thing i saw was the world spinning and getting blurrier and blurrier.

As it the dates grew closer to my brother’s predicted due date, my mom and stepdad step up a day to have my mom induced so my stepdad wouldn’t miss his birth, leaving me at home with my sister, Caroline. At the time, I was fourteen, and Caroline was four. The two of us didn’t have a desire to go to the birth, so we stayed home. While they were at the hospital, I fed my sister anything from the microwave macaroni and cheese to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust cut off. We sat at the dining room table and painted pictures. Crayola watercolors on printer paper hardly made for an art museum worthy piece, but it filled out hearts with joy and painted smiles on our faces. When my sister finally sat down in front of her favorite movie, I had the chance to do

What could possibly make her feel this way? Is it the subsequent surgery she had gone through the last week? ... A lot of questions, with no answers, were running through my mind. I was too young to understand what was happening. One thing I was certain about is I didn 't want

Everyone has a chance to do something remarkable in their life. At one point, everyone stops living (which is unfortunate), and what they leave behind becomes their legacy.

There is a specific picture that always captures my attention whenever i'm scavanging for the forgotten moments of my life inside the family album. The picture consists of myself, my brother, and my mother. At the time that this picture was taken, I was only a six years old and I was expierencing the wonders of America for the first time. I had only arrived to the United States from Cuba the previous year so it's safe to assume that I believed I had traveled to a completely different world.

She looked at me baffled, I told her, “God has a plan for me, I could feel it and I don’t know

“Hey, you!” I shouted, which didn’t seem to be loud enough to be heard, but still, she stumbled to make her way towards me. I notice how bruised and lost she must have been and with her opal eyes, she can see that I was too.

The sun is going down; even so I still can see through her mesmerizing eyes pleading to me for the nth time. Hope this is not true, hoping that all of my statement is nothing, like I just want to tease her with my joke, one of my really bad jokes, and after that we could be all together and feel the other presence as always. But these 3 years we had shared together, all moments we could not forget easily, will become our last secret, which others wouldn’t know. Nothing had come from my mouth, as well as her. Nothing but a plea.

I gaze back down at the picture in my hand. I remember the day it was taken so vividly as well! We went up to our usual spot in the hill, with another friend at the time and took loads of snapshots. It was a sweet summer’s day, we were probably around fifteen years old. No boys, no jobs, no bills, nothing. Just us and the world. Geez, what I wouldn’t give to go back to those days!

It was the weekend of my junior year prom, my first prom to go to I should’ve been so excited. I was excited to go to my first prom but I was too worried about my mother who was in Intensive Care Unit. My date and I went by the hospital and let both of us go in and take pictures with my mom at her bedside. I know my mother probably doesn’t remember taking the photos with us that day because she was on a lot of pain medication. The nurses didn’t have to let my date in because he wasn’t family but they knew how much it meant to me for my date and me to have a picture with my mother. I