College Admissions Essay: The Power Of Words

Some of the oldest and fondest memories I have from my childhood are those of my mother reading to me. Before I even began Kindergarten, I remember my mom reading stories to me from children’s books, or making up stories as she went along. I enjoyed listening to the stories and still remember some to this day. She also taught me how to write my name, count, and recite the alphabet. I loved the time I spent reading with my mom because she made it fun, so much so that I didn’t realize I was learning.

My love of reading blossomed when I was a child, because my parents showed me how wonderful reading is. There were countless nights when I remember myself as a little girl refusing to go to sleep before ‘tucking dad into bed’ by reading him a picture book. Not only did I uphold that tradition though, but my mother is a preschool teacher, so she gets really into reading out loud, and she would help me read books such as The Boxcar Children set, The Secret of NIMH and The Chronicles of Narnia weekly until I didn’t need help anymore.

As I look back on my childhood, I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t fond of reading. I love the way a good book just draws you in and it is almost impossible to set it down because you want to know what happens next! Looking back to my earliest moments I can always remember my mom and grandma always reading me books for hours and hours at a time. My favorite saying when I was younger was, “just read one more!” I couldn’t go to sleep without my mom at least reading me five books! My favorite was “The Little Mermaid” but I loved all of the princess books and I had possibly every one you could think of!

When I was a younger I don’t remember if I was read to or not, but I read a lot of books. I enjoy reading books because they allow me to reach new heights in my imagination. At my age many kids say that reading is boring and is for losers. I think it’s cool to read and will continue to read throughout my life. I have read many different types of books from fiction to biographies. The longest book I ever read was a book called Dragon Rider by Cornella Funke. It was five hundred and thirty five pages! When it comes to reading I am a superstar! When I’m reading I am able to get a moral lesson from what I read, so it ends up helping me in the long run of my life

Every single day in elementary school and middle school I would come home and read. I felt that books were an avenue for me to be teleported into a fantasy world that was separated from reality. However as I entered high school I found my love for reading to fade. I guess that as I got older there were more avenues for me to express myself and reading seemed to fall by the wayside. However that being said I have had a few instances in high school where I have read books that I truly could not put down. In my high school career I believe that my proudest moment that does not pertain to sports has to be getting a 4 on the AP Lang test. I struggled that entire year more that I had ever done my entire 12 years in school. Receiving constant grades that were much worse then I was accustomed to, getting a four proved to myself that I was a strong english

I thought was fully prepared for college when I walked across the stage on June 1st, 2015, but I was completely wrong. College is a whole new lifestyle that you eventually learn to adapt to everyday. The advice you hear from parents everyday is something you take with you as you navigate throughout campus. Some of the previous advice my mother gave to me is the advice I should of listened to. Now that I am older and on my own, it’s up to me to figure out how everything works.

Ever since I was a little girl I have had a deep love for reading. My mother started teaching me to read when I was three years old, and by the time I entered kindergarten I already had a firm grasp of the English language and

As a child, I loved books. I loved the stories and brightly colored pictures. Most of the books I read left me smiling every time I read them. Now, just seeing the cover of a book I had read when I was young brings back fond memories. Even though I struggled with reading a bit growing up, I don’t remember it hindering my appreciation for it. I remember being really excited when it was time for my mom to read to me every night before bed. I enjoyed Dr. Seuss, The Rainbow Fish, The Big Hungry Bear, Tikki Tikki Tembo, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and many more (the list goes on and on). There were also several teachers I had that read to my classes on a daily basis. As I got into third and fourth grade, my teachers would start reading chapter

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

Ever since I was young, I was told that education is the path to success. My father always told me that education will open more doors for me in the future and that I shouldn’t give up. Growing up as a student with English as my second language has been difficult in my educational life, although I comprehend the language sometimes there are some words that I am not yet familiar with, education has given me the ability to understand English.  My sponsor of interpreters club has told us, that being bilingual is a gift that we must take advantage of.

I have always been “the smart one.” In high school, everyone came to me for answers. They thought I knew everything; I thought I knew everything. It wasn’t until I started college that I realized that high school was just a back and forth between memorizing and forgetting. I started college and it struck me that I could dive head first into what I wanted to know. I could spend time really learning what I wanted to learn. I’m not saying I didn’t learn anything in high school because I did. I just didn’t value knowledge as much as I do now. I’ve been in college for a semester now and in that semester, I realized that I don’t just want to learn. I thirst for new facts,

When I was younger, I distinctly remember many things from my childhood that had to do with education. My mom and dad read to me a lot when I was a child. I remember having them read to me a lot, mainly my mom. I enjoyed this, and my mom read to me my favorite book, Sherlock Holmes. I remember all of the stories, and my favorite story The Speckled Band. My mom read many books to me, and I was always very intrigued in storytime. When I went to my grandparents house as a very young child, I always pulled out books from their bookshelf and looked at them. Reading came pretty easy, and I eventually started to read on my own. I remember always reading my children’s Bible, even though I haven’t touched a bible in many years. I read the Sherlock Holmes book probably a hundred times.

I have always loved reading books. Ever since I was a young child, I would stay up for hours reading books. I remember pouring over my stories until my dad’s alarm clock went off at 6 am and thinking, Oh crap, I did it again. I read my books over and over again, with each turn of page, my childhood ticked by.

From an early age I loved to read. At just two years old I would beg my mother to enroll me into school. I watched as my older sister meticulously picked out her outfit each night in preparation for the next school day. At such a young age I somehow knew that this thing called “school” was the answer to something spectacular. My home was chaotic and reading became an escape and helped distract me from the unpleasant family dynamic.

I come from a family of readers. My parents and older sisters always had a book, magazine or newspaper in their hands. In my parent’s house, the walls that separated the living room, dining room and family room from all other rooms, wooden bookshelves – floor to ceiling – filled with all types of books, from dictionaries and encyclopedias to novels, cooking, memoirs, short stories, poetry, etc., and on all kind of subjects or topics. As a child, I remember climbing on the shelves trying to reach the big dictionary that was at the top, or I would also ask my sister to read me all the blue books or the green books or any book. I learned that through books I could discover the big “secret” world open only to readers, I learned that in books I would find funny, complicated or wired words, and, that reading will help to develop my reason. The family environment was definitely the most important factor that helped me to develop passion for books and for listening what others have to say about books they have read. As far as I remember, we were always looking for new books in bookstores or trading with friends and our extended family. I learned to love books, and reading became significant for my life, and the discussions and sharing were entertaining and stimulating! In school, I was blessed with great literature teachers that made the classes interesting and fun. From pre-Kinder to grammar school, I remember the many visuals they used to enhance the stories and/or to help those