Disney Dreamers Academy Application Analysis

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

The weeks that followed were very difficult. My mother ended up changing her hours at work so she could visit my father in the hospital. On the weekends my mom would spend from Friday when she got home from work, to Sunday night in the hospital. I have an older brother and a younger brother; they are lazy most of the time, so the only help I got was from my grandmother. Unfortunately, my older brother wasn’t present for three weeks for certain reasons, which left my ten year old

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

Growing up I never had the typical childhood. My parents had me when they were still teenagers in High School. They were not financially stable enough to take care of me, considering they were young and had no jobs. My mother dropped out to start working and my dad got his GED at an adult school before he started to work. For a while we were living in a motel because my parents were not on good terms with their own parents at the time. Although I was too young to remember our lives in the motels, I gathered enough insight on how it was for my parents, and it was not pretty. Since my parents were never together officially, after the motel stage, we never slept in the same house all together. My mom eventually moved in with my sisters dad, which

It was a picture perfect morning in the early days of May in Greenville, South Carolina, when I was born to two very loving parents. My birth did not come without any obstacles; I was born with a backwards heart. My father, Scott, is the Worldwide Sales Manager of a company that cleans circuit boards called Aqueous. My mother currently works with DSS and is working on obtaining her master’s degree from Southern New Hampshire University. I have an older brother named Jack who is a freshman at Costal Carolina, a younger sister named Natalie who is home schooled by my mom and another younger sister named Georgia who is in Pre-K. After 7 years of marriage my father and mother split up. I currently live my mother and see my father every other weekend.

In 2008, my parents decided that the next step to further build their lives was to buy a home. Around this time, the house market was flourishing in Cape Coral so my parents used some of their savings, packed our stuff, and moved us to a new place. A few months later, the stock market crashes and my mom couldn't find any employment in any line of work leaving her to settle as a county bus driver barely even knowing the language. And as if we already weren't struggling enough in 2009 my mom got pregnant with my younger sister and around this time business in my dad's shop was falling apart. Having a new baby in the family meant having another mouth to feed, but despite this my parents were happy with the new addition to the family and hoped that she would bring some joy into our home which had already been absent.

My mom had breast cancer when I was in second grade. She died when I was ten. My sister Rachel and I had to go to live with my dad. It is a tough situation, even now, because I live with my dad, younger sister, grandma, and grandpa. My grandpa has dementia. My dad in the past years had a hard time looking for work.

Life growing up for me was actually hard. My mom was a single parent working two jobs to provide for me. I went to my dads on the weekends, but he never helped out much. He has always been late on child support, and now he is six months behind. Life now is better though. Back in 2011 my mom met this guy on the internet not thinking she would fall in love. The relaionship progressed, and december of 2012 he invited us to move in. Now currently my step dad, he works offshore, so I only see him pretty much six months out of the year. My mom is currently unemployed, and I feel this was an award for us. My step dad does everything he can for my mom and I, but there is some days I miss the little things my mom and I admired when we had a budget,

The year is 2015. I am 13 years old and about to go into eighth grade. At home i’ve lived most of my life with my dad, mom, and brother (plus two dogs) and so far we were a happy family. I always thought I was lucky because my mom and my brothers dad were split up and her and my dad weren’t. Soon this stability would be torn away like a bandage.

Everyone has troubled times, but I am going to tell my story with some adventure, melancholy, and dramatic parts. I was 11 year old girl named Jessica that has gone through strange and very difficult times. At the beginning my life was perfect and I was always overjoyed because I did not have anything to be gloomy about.. I had parents who supported me and had a very aggravating, but incredible younger sister and brother. I lived in a two-story house in Lake Placid, Florida. I had lots of friends that would be there for me no matter what had happened. I could not have asked for more. But then things happen like jobs are lost, parents get divorced, and then everything goes downhill from there.

Family meetings in my house were never really good. Each time we sat down someone would have gotten really sick, passed away, or some other tragedy. This family meeting in 2008 was not really much different, as my sister and I both got the word that our parents were getting divorced. As an eight year old, I did not really understand the gravity of what was going on. My sister and I stayed at a family friend’s house for the weekend, indulging on barbeque chicken as our parents went their separate ways. My sister and I adapted to this new way of life quickly. Both my Mom and Dad still lived in the same town, which made everything little easier as we went back and forth frequently. It was strange for us at first, but with the time we figured out the ropes. Unfortunately, smooth sailing is never guaranteed. Storms can pass, fast, slow, big, or small. The years would go on to reveal this, and much my surprise, those “storms” would teach me values and lessons that shaped what kind of person I am today.

My parents getting a divorce changed my life tremendously. As terrible as it sounds, it kind of forced me to pick a favorite parent. This was because I saw my mom way more than I saw my dad. I became so much closer with my mom than my dad. They got a divorce because they always got into fights and agreed on very little in life. It did not make sense to me. How could two people love eachother one day, and then hate each other the next? It had to be me and my sister’s fault. We had to be the reason they always fought. As a result of this, so much stress was put onto my shoulders. Going from house to house every week was exhausting. I can remember forgetting something at my mom's house when I would be going to my dad’s house. My dad’s echoing roaring voice would always approach me. I will never forget this scream. Fear was put into my eyes every time my ears heard it. I felt like the only person I could connect to in this

After many years my mother finally decided that trying her best to keep this family together was no longer a question. At the age of 8, my parents separated and I was forced to grow up sooner than expected. My mother spent endless amount of time working to maintain the lifestyle that was not affordable

I had an atypical upbring, for a person born in America or any first world country, that has given me skewed views on what family is and the intrinsic values of it. I had one older sibling and divorced parents when I was young. Living in Florida with no friends but an abundance of wealth I grew close with my mom and brother but didn't know my father. At some point my mother disappeared and so did our house leaving me as a homeless and starving child leaving me to wonder where my own family was and why they"d leave me in such a condition. Eventually my father showed up and told me I"d live with him in Ohio from now on and I saw this as a blessing. Months later on my 8th birthday my mom had gotten

I have had hardships and there are events that have shaped me into being who I am today. My parents went through a very difficult time from 2003-2010 and during that time I was forced to care for and shape my younger brother into a decent, gentlemanly individual, this was difficult not only because I was so young (three years old to ten) but because my younger brother has terrets. My parents were always trying their best to coping with a tragic loss to really give my brother and I the time and attention craved for. I of course completely understand now why they struggled so much but I am disappointed that I was never really allowed to be a child, my life so far has just been about taking care of my younger brother, making sure that he has