Doral Personal Statement

During the time that I would quietly sit in a classroom, or in a centrum by myself I would question why no one saw what I did in the mirror whenever I looked at myself. A youthful young man is what I saw from the very beginning, one that was intelligent, fit, determined, and honest. However, no one saw what I did instead they criticized how insane I was for not seeing the physical me. No matter how many times I tried to push the negativity out of my mind things only got worse from then on. Depression and anxiety settled in along with a daily dose of bullying from students when I went to school. The physical harassment got worse, I recall days I wanted to give up because I wanted them to feel the pain they dealt me, but refused to hurt them instead I would bottle up my

     As a young child, Rodriguez finds comfort and safety in his noisy home full of Spanish sounds. Spanish, is his family's' intimate language that comforts Rodriguez by surrounding him in a web built by the family love and security which is conveyed using

While the hardship that I have been through by no mean even comparable to what Janette has been through, yet in the same way, the adversity and hardship that life brought upon shaped me into the person I am today and made me stronger. This one particular hardship happened in 2010 had eternally changed my perspective. The incident happened in September when the weather was perfect in Hawaii, I was at my first year at college with my heavy 17 credits work load and a 19 hours part time job. Since the work load was intense, I barely had time for myself. Typical days normally involved me go to class, then work, library and bed. One evening, I started to feel throbbing pain in my lower abdomen region, so I wake up and took some pain killers to ease off the pain. The pain got worse rapidly in a matter of hours. My forehead started to sweat, and tears started to trickle down my cheeks. The pain was excruciating. I have never felt this kind of pain in my entire life. I started to scream as the pain started to move from my belly button to my lower abdomen. By midnight, the pain was unbearable and I started to feel as if this agonizing pain could

When I was a sophomore my mother was diagnosed with cancer and as a result, I have spent most of my college career dealing emotional with the result. She is free of disease as of right now but it was a long and tumultuous journey to get there. I practically spent 2 years without a mother because she was so sick and I had to take her role. I organized family events, cooked them meals when I could, did their shopping all while going to school three hours away and having constant fear that my mother and the love of my life was going to die. That is only my personal struggle with it, not even taking into account her trauma or my fathers or brothers. It almost seems selfish to reflect on this because it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I went through stages where I was horrified and so scared and then I was angry and selfish. I wanted my mother back, I wanted her to make me dinner when I came home from college and send me care packages again. I wanted her to go shopping every weekend like she used to and spend money on things that weren’t hospital bills. I wanted to call her and hear something other than how she couldn’t get chemotherapy that week because she was so weak and was rushed to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I was tired of talking to people about it and people asking if I was okay. I felt like a broken record, “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, school is

I hate getting flashbacks of things I don’t want to remember. How did I go from that happy little 5 year old, always laughing and always smiling to … this? I was as curious as cat and wanting to explore with the people I cared about. They say ‘curiosity killed the cat’, I believe depression did. I have transformed from a caterpillar not in to a butterfly but a moth. A person that feels no other emotion but sadness and every single day is a struggle. I feel sad for no reason, not just for an hour or afternoon, but all the time. And I can’t help it. Not all wounds are visible. Walking through my mind is like walking through a ghost town, abandoned, lost, empty and

I was tired of the labels that everyone placed on me such as Chronic Fatigue, with a host of other infections running amuck inside of me, and now the Epstein Barr virus. No offense to Doctors Epstein and Barr, but I had lost patience with my body and myself. I refused to identify myself as an illness. I was a human being and a woman with a conversation going on in my body that I could not translate. I just could not figure out what made me so sick. I did everything I could think of to improve my body’s inner environment. I hated the exhaustion, the foggy thinking, the general malaise and the weird symptoms that would pop up out of nowhere. The mental and emotional stress that this caused was almost worse than the symptoms themselves. The best I could do was to maintain a low standard of wellness. I longed to bring back the vitality I had experienced as a teen. What I disliked most of all was when people tried to comfort me by saying this was all just a natural part of the aging process (even when I was in my late twenties). If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me I would be a very wealthy albeit unhealthy

This made me quit hanging out with friends however when I began middle school I started to discover that it is a typical thing so I started simply doing what I regularly would do and in the event that I had a fit of anxiety then I would utilize the methods I gained from my specialist. I had numerous individuals help me through this crucial step of my life and I learned through these individuals to be strong and even the most astute and most grounded individuals have difficulties. Another hardship I'm experiencing in my life at the present time is financial issues. My dad's company he was working for went out of business so he needed to begin another job that didn't pay to such an extent. He was them jobless for a couple of months until he recently found a new

At the age of 11, the news had never interested me until that day. I had begun my homework when a certain news reporter caught my attention. He was introduced as Jorge Ramos. He appeared on the TV screen, wearing an ironed white dress shirt and a striped blue tie. He was standing in front of a screen with bright graphs and pie charts reporting on bombing in the Middle East that had begun to occur more often in the past months. He spoke Spanish in such an articulate way, using many words that I did not understand. I noticed the way his tan face contorted into a deep sadness: his eyes were glossy and the wrinkles on his forehead became more prominent as he spoke. Immediately, I saw how compassionate he was. At the end of his report he urged viewers to donate to the Red Cross to aid the victims of the bombings and the tears threatened to fall from his eyes. From then on, I looked up to Jorge Ramos. Watching his reports daily made me realize that Latinos could also be smart, compassionate, and thoughtful, contrary to the stereotypes that are seen in the media. “Maybe being Latina isn’t so bad after all”, I

Having so many medical issues can make life harder than usual. These things among many other experiences in my life, have been difficult to overcome. Inevitably, you have to find a way to claim what you have and the way you were born to be able to push through it. Your struggles in life should never be treated like limits but much rather seen as goals and

I am Evelyn Aguilar, the eldest and only daughter in the Aguilar family, and the first in my family to obtain a degree and continue to earn a higher education. I grew up in a small, South Texas town known as Laredo. This is a town where people do not have barbecues but have “carne asadas;” this is where people are more willing to pitch in money for a get-together than pay extra for any political or academic progression; this is where “machismo” and Hispanic teachings intertwine with American ideals. I lived my whole life in Laredo, Texas, but I have also been fortunate enough to travel to a few places. I have visited the state of Colorado and New Mexico several times, but I have also been able to visit the Bahamas, Mexico, Florida, and Washington D.C.. I am always mesmerized by the sights of each place I have visited, but I could only hope in the future that I may visit places abroad- countries on the Eastern hemisphere.

My parents told me that I was going to start chemotherapy and that I had to have surgery to put my port in. They said that I would have to stay in the hospital for a while and that I would feel really sick. On december 16,2007 I checked into Children’s hospital in Boston. I figured out what cancer was a couple of months later. I was not a big fan of shots but they gave several of them daily. The worst thing about being in a hospital is that there is nothing you can do to improve your situation. I got used to taking pills because they would give me multiple every day. The worst part about cancer was the fact that I lost my hair.During my beginning phases of Cancer I was told to miss school. I ended up missing 5 months of school while in the first grade. The principle wanted to hold me back a year but my teacher said that I was so advanced that I was able to move to the seond grade anyway.In November of 2008 the Make A Wish foundation granted me my wish of going to Disney World. I had never been outside of Massachusetts so going to Florida as a big deal for me. I had also never been on a plane and people say that your ears start to hurt so I was pretty

A hardship that my family and I faced was my mother being placed on disability. When I was four years old, she stepped off a ladder wrong and slipped a disk in her back. To repair the disk, it required multiple surgeries. As a result, she is still on disability. During this time, my father was the main breadwinner in our house, so money was sometimes a tough thing to come by. On top of my mother’s medical issues, I have my own medical issues. I have always had some minor issues, but in the last couple of years they have started to become more serious. During my senior year, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. This syndrome is chronic and so are some of the other issues that comes with it. Now that I am currently enrolled in college,

I felt like I had no one. I craved positivity and motivation for me to fulfill a happy and successful; life with no misery and loneliness. Back at home, I had my mother and my stepfather, whom I was also scared to talk to. She had spent most of her time taking care of him, as he was a cancer patient. Although she was busy, I spent more time with her than I ever did before, she was the happiest she had ever been. Their relationship had a huge role in my change. They were both such humble, loving and strong people, it was contagious. Being in that environment gave me strength to overcome my obstacles. I asked myself, if they could go through harsh circumstances, then my problems were small and I wanted to overcome them and become a positive person. I slowly evolved into a stronger and more independent person. I became my own support system. I would go home, do homework, study and try my best to learn the language. All I had to do was make

One of the most difficult things I have ever Experienced has been My ADHD and when I was younger I had a hard time controlling my bowels. This was the cause of a lot of ridicule throughout my life and had built up a lack of confidence. The Problems were even at home, although my parents were and are very supportive my siblings were not as kind. My older brother had made me feel almost worthless and when my younger brother started to mock me it destroyed me I didn't like feeling like I was lower than my younger brother I wanted to be his role model. There were also problems at school it had effected my school work I wasn't able to perform to the best of my ability which left me feeling dumb and when I had to constantly go to Doctors appointments

However, It wasn’t all my fault. Chronically depressed, riddled with anxiety, and with social anxiety rendering me a complete outcast of normal society, there was little in the way of options.