College Admissions Essay: The Life Of Me

When she saw who was at the door, her eyes got big and she backed up as though I had the plague. She let me talk to her for about 30 minutes. And when I asked why she no longer wanted to speak to me, she said, “As time went on, I noticed your behavior had become increasingly inappropriate.”

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’s funny how a tattered remnant of the past can show up out of the blue one day, bringing forth all of the thoughts and feelings associated with it. As I was cleaning my bedroom the other day, a frayed and faded green folder grabbed my attention, and I pulled it out from the pile of items I had intended to throw away. Looking through it, I recognized it as an old classwork folder from elementary school. Prepared to toss it back into the miscellaneous assortment, I caught one image out of the corner of my eye- a photo of my father and myself, taken after I had won my first Cub Scouts pinewood derby race. Years of memories flooded back, accompanied by a cacophony of feelings as I reflected on the events which had taken place since then. How

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

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.

My life is ineffable. Sometimes I wonder if my life can be counted as an oxymoron? So sour, yet so sweet. An organized madness. A sane insanity?! When one thing happens, another follows; being contradictory to the first. Or maybe an anaphora? Always starting the same tedious way, but always ending differently. Perhaps my life is an idiom. Not many understand how my life goes through its day-to-day basis — possibly being no one except me. How arduous life seems to my eyes, however it appears to be the simplest and “effortless”, implying that I don’t have to work to achieve or receive something to others. Despite the fact that they have never lived a day I have, they still decide to give me a non-asked-for opinion about my life.

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.

“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.

On the Wednesday of the year 2000, my parents have already envisioned how my life would turn out to be. My mother expects much of me only because she was the first to ever attend college in our family. All my life because of that, I was always expected to: go to college, have a successful career just like my mother does, and eventually surpass her. Yet as I grow and develop my understanding of how this chaotic world works, I get lost. Throughout my life, I have had many hardships which I sadly at first did not take care of correctly. I am still human however as I understand that making mistakes is a part of life. Life is about giving the perfect effort. I know as I grow and develop, I don’t need to meet anyone’s expectations as long as I continue to try even when my limit has long been passed. I just want to continue to learn and and improve myself as a person. This world does not choose for me nor does it decide what I have to do with my life. It is my sketchbook and I am the one who decides what to draw in it. Right now, I am doodling the most complex eighteen-hour piece.

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

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

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

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.