College Admissions Essay: The Plane Wants To Fly.

If you asked my parents, my first love was to be a “Choo-choo” train. My parents told me the story that each year on my birthday they would ask me, “What would you like to be when you grow up?” I would answer without hesitation, “A Choo-Choo train!” The Little Engine That Could was my favorite book before bedtime. I remember how excited it made me feel when “The Little Train” made it over the mountain. It wasn’t until discussing my upcoming Senior year and applying to Medical School, I realized, my parents had planted a seed of optimism and hard work, when they decided to read me The Little Engine That Could book at bedtime growing up.

I have been involved with aviation my entire life. Surprisingly enough, it all began with paper airplanes. As a young child I spent many of my days folding a variety of different paper airplane designs, exploring how each different fold would change the way it flew. As a result, this piqued my interest to explore the fundamentals of aviation. I could spend hours reading about aircraft design and learning about the history of flight. A few years later, at the age of nine, I saved up for my first radio controlled airplane. This was my introductory to radio controlled flight and taught me countless valuable life lessons. After several years of flying model airplanes, I decided to build my first racing drone. It was equipped with a first person view (FPV) video system. This allowed me to fly it from the drone's perspective, providing a bird's eye view of the landscape below. FPV gave me an entire new sense of freedom. With the headset on, I was no longer bound to the earth, but brought the ability to soar like an eagle. It's been almost two years since I first flew a

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

On August 27th 1948, Ronald Reagan announced that NASA would send a teacher into space. “Directing NASA to begin a search in all of our elementary and secondary schools and to choose, as the first citizen passenger in the history of our space program, one of America’s finest—a teacher.” In that way, Reagan said, “All of America will be reminded of the crucial role

I am not the average person coming out from Alief, Texas. I grow up in the gang infested neighborhood that I called home the leawood apartments after living with my father for three years me and my older brother moved in with my mother and little sister in leawood we started by living in a one bedroom apartment. When we moved into the two bedroom apartment I shared a room with my older brother while my sister shared one with my mother.

Four years ago, as a freshman in highschool, attending a liberal arts school was not important to me or my aspirations. I just knew I wanted to go to a “good” college. I did not learn what liberal arts really was until I was a senior in high school, and even then, it did not play as much of role in my college decision process as it should have. To me, it just meant do I want to learn about more subjects, or just my area of study. I had this form or thinking just one year ago, but now, as a member of a liberal arts institution, I am finding a new appreciation for the importance of a liberal arts education in my life because of the society that we live in today.

As the son and grandson of professional aviators, I grew up in the aviation industry. You could say that flying is in my blood. Whether heavy jet or single engine aircraft, the systems and technology are fascinating, and the means to pilot all of them is in my hands. It is an exciting and ever-evolving field, with an unlimited future. I see aviation as a growth industry, one requiring highly qualified professionals with the ability to work with and communicate well with others in stressful environments.

My past, present, and future. This is the journey of my life. Where I’ve been, where I’m at, and where I’m going. My journey began on July 28, 2000, at St. Margret’s South Hospital in Dyer, Indiana. Lance Collins who is a paramedic, and Christine Collins who is a registered nurse, became the proud parents of the 6lb. 9oz. 21 inch long baby boy, who they named Liam Hunter Collins. On November 30, 2002, I became a big brother when my sister Taylor Collins was born. I have been a lifelong resident of Northwest Indiana and I’ve had some pretty amazing adventures and accomplishments so far. I became a proud pet owner when my bichon frise Max, came to live with us on April 5th, 2006. On June 30, 2006 my dad took me to my very first Taekwondo lesson. I quickly fell in love with martial arts, I worked really hard, dedicated myself, and I received the rank of 1st degree black belt when I was only eight years old. I have been playing

This forced me analyze my life thus far, to recognize my fears and what I hold dear. It’s only been sixteen (one month till seventeen) years in this carcass, but I already feel like an entire life has flown by. It was like a prerequisite of actually watching my life flash before my eyes. This project was nice to sit back and look at what a social mess I am (one of my most favorite pastimes). But also, only being sixteen, I don’t hold what many would believe to be true values, dreams, fears, and identity. Nevertheless, this is what I have so far.

I’ve always enjoyed being in sports basically anything that had to do with me being active I would join. But as we all know being in a sport you had to have good grades at least a C or better, I wanted to do track so bad so I had to increase my grades. It was hard managing the both, I could remember all the anger and frustration inside me that I can’t hold in any longer and I start getting frustrated with everything around me even frustrated with myself. Somehow I managed to balance both and I achieved what I wanted to do.

Flight Centre founded by Graham Turner in 1981. Flight Centres vision is ‘To be the world’s most exciting travel company, delivering an amazing experience to our people customers and partners. Well haven’t they achieved this, having won market global market share.

The film Flight club which was original based on a novel by Chuck Palahniuk has been a movie that has gained a strong cult following. I myself have seen this film dozens of times but I’ve never looked at it through a psychological perspective, until now. The character in this film who remains unknown for the entirety of the film lives in a city that is dark and pretty run down. “This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time”. This is a pretty famous quote from the beginning of the film that I’ve seen plenty of times and it really helps set the tone for how the movie is. The narrator of the story is an employee of a business which remains unknown, he’s an insomniac who appears to have constant fear

Every time I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I can hear the repetitious honking of the taxi drivers, fed up with the incessant New York traffic. I can feel the soft wind blowing through the tallest trees in Central Park, lightly blowing my hair in every direction. I can smell the grease from innumerable hotdog carts, strolling their way up and down 85th Street, desperate for business. I can see the blinking traffic lights, and the countless men, women and children, all looking like they belong in New York. I wanted to be like them. I can remember everything, from the stickers on the crosswalk signs, to the name of the cluttered antique shop. I see all of these things as if they were scenes from my favorite movie. The vacation I took to New York City, the summer before I started high school, has changed my life forever.

Probably the most important turning point in my life happened in 1992.  At this time, I was eight years old and living in Williamsport Pennsylvania.  My dad had a well-paying job at Anchor Darling Valve Company, I was attending a parochial school and I thought life was just great.  At the time we lived in a large four-story house with a separate three-story garage and an acre of forest for a backyard.  I had a ten-speed bicycle and I would often go bicycling with my friends at the nearby cemetery.  No-one ever objected to this, in fact people would often have picnics at the top of this hill at the cemetery.  I guess the only things I ever complained about were the constant music

“The sky’s the limit,” an idiom that endlessly inspires generations of pilots, including myself. Being an Air Cadet, I naturally followed the skies in pursuit of aviation; jumping at every opportunity for additional training. Under the pilot scholarship program, I underwent a season of intensive schooling. As I explored the diverse principles behind flight, my avid curiosity promptly transformed into genuine fascination. I marvelled at the capabilities of avionics and the intricacy it maintained. The extensive jargon seemed foreign but I persisted for total comprehension.