Example Of A Narrative Essay For College

I palpated the presumptuous malignant lump in my right upper abdominal area over, and over again. At the time I was ten years-old and thought that maybe I was delirious at one in the morning. The lump would not disappear. I palpated so often that the skin became tender with a single touch. I was terrified of a simple little lump in my body. A little lump that was capable of making an even larger impact on my life. It may seem rare that a ten year-old was constantly assessing their entire body for lumps, but it was a ritual for me every night before bed. At ten years-old I was fascinated with the quickly developing disease called cancer. Books and movies involving cancer fascinated me and was often my favorite to witness.

Confronting academic subjects while attending multiple years of cross country, soccer, and track was the most significant challenge. Dealing with school projects after a physical workout was excruciating, but the idea of coming towards high school was to become the fastest runner at the field and track. I achieved my goal, impressing my coaches with speed and school records, and earned my varsity position in cross country. Looking at my older brothers in college, I realized that pushing myself academically could lead to the opportunity of studying at a prestigious university for my chosen field, so I spent all of my time focusing vastly on my courses inspired by my brothers that are already studying in the University of California systems.

Four years ago, I was eagerly listening to Alex McDaniel, an award-winning journalist share her personal insight into the profession at the University of Mississippi when it finally dawned on me: journalism is my calling. Later, I was watching Spotlight, a movie about the efforts of the Boston Globe in the early 2000's to showcase the Church’s acknowledgment and blunt protection of the abuse of children by local priests, when I truly understood the importance of journalism. To this day, Spotlight remains a reminder to always print the un-biased truth for the people, no matter the risks. I believe I deserve to be selected for one of the Education Foundation of Greenville’s scholarships because as a hard-working student I commit myself to effectively take advantage of the opportunity that the scholarships will provide me. Besides, I am a student that does not only persistently works hard academically, but

For a year, I was not important to anyone. My family abandoned me, and I was certain no one valued me anymore. No one came looking for me. I was not that important. The program brainwashed me. It taught me I was a nobody...a nothing. I believed that with all my heart and unfortunately my mind.

For years I had been hiking the same dull, barren trail. There was nothing to see besides the empty, looming trees on either side of the path and nothing to hear besides the constant crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Day after day, I marched aimlessly; however, I soon stumbled upon a divergent road. The contrast was astonishing. Where my current pathway was monotonous, the other was alive. Its trees were blazing with vibrant auburns and golds, and some of their leaves danced in the wind. Patches of daisies and dandelions peaked out from underneath piles of fallen leaves. I was entranced by the warm kiss of the sun, the rich smell of flowers, and the chatter of woodland creatures. It held a secret: the wondrous beauty of life. Although I was not sure what this trail would hold for me later on, I was eager to embark on this new journey.

Unable to open my eyes, waking up trying to identify where I was, pedestrians stared, pointed and yelled “Oh! My god. Call 911”. Cars drove by. The sirens were heard but not spotted. What Happened? Where was I? I wept as if the entire world, and all of its beauty, had come to an end. And in a way, it had. On the night of April 7,1997 my thin body flew from the backseat passenger side of a Nissan Sentra crashing through the front passenger window onto the roadway of Old Town, Staten Island.

My whole family enter the United States by my grandfather, he served as a military man in haiti, and enter her by a boat and year later when he became a resident brought all of us, my goal is to be successfully and make my parents and grandfather proud.

D3 is an international research program which utilizes undergraduate students to develop potential drug leads. As one of the first waves of undergraduate researchers, I synthesized potential drugs to help degrade and prevent the formation of biofilms. These drugs could potentially be used as a form of treatment for cystic fibrosis. During the initial stage of the program, Professor Denton introduced us to the concept of utilizing science to deal with global humanitarian challenges. One of the challenges Denton focused on was neglected diseases. Due to the high cost of drug research and development, large pharmaceutical companies have very little interest in diseases that affect poverty-stricken individuals living in developing nations due to the lack of profitability. Professor Denton and others’ aims to combat neglected diseases by breaking the large complicated process of drug discovery into smaller manageable pieces was awe-inspiring and has led to my interest in studying neglected diseases, particularly malaria.

Approximately nineteen million people are affected by fear. Facing fears can be tough to overcome. Although facing a fear can be beneficial, it can also have you gain confidence in your abilities. For example a little boy can be scared of the water, then after he had experienced, or

My father was raised in a predominantly Dominican neighborhood in Bronx, New York, home to the second largest number of Dominican people in the world after Santo Domingo. He grew up in tenement buildings in makeshift rooms divided by sheets and cardboard in the basement along with other immigrant families. He spoke only Spanish at home and at the public schools he went to. He joined the army at 17, like many other young men from his neighborhood, trying to escape the poverty, violence and limited opportunities. When he left New York, he left behind his culture. His goal was to be just an American. He set out to quickly assimilate into what he viewed as mainstream America. This included raising his children to be American first.

Image nine resonates with me because it represents women “taking a seat at the table” in business and I believe more women need to be at the table. The photograph showing a woman in the back row reminds me of a theme from Sheryl Sandberg’s book, Lean In, where she urges women to take a seat at the table versus sitting on the side of the room. After graduating from Smith College, where I was empowered by intellectually curious and ambitious women, and then transitioning to banking, a male-dominated industry, I recognized early in my career how few women there were in executive roles. As a career driven woman I became inspired to change the status quo and promote the career advancement of women. In my professional career, I have taken several

My dad always says, “bravery is being afraid and doing it anyway.” Until the age of 15, I had never stepped into a school, until one day, I gathered my courage and began my academic journey. I was homeschooled for most of my young life. While I studied the standard subjects, I was able to learn in an environment completely free and focused on me. It was an amazing and unique way to grow up, but it was also a bubble. I was unaware of much of the world around me, and as someone who was, at the time, quite shy, never really explored. I spent the first semester of highschool in an online program, but I did not like it and decided to transfer. I knew nothing about public school, and starting a new school half way through the year was a huge risk. I knew it was going to be difficult and scary, but I also knew it would help me grow as a person.

My father was from Homewood, Alabama, where his father worked in the advertising business and hardly ever removed his tie. My mother was from Spokane, Washington, where her father was a sheriff’s deputy. They met when Captain William Ashley Chapman, serving along with millions of other men in World War II, was stationed at Geiger Field, near my mother’s home town.

I am the son of a naval aviator. By the time I was 10 years old I had lived in five different states and attended three different schools, each with a regionally varied curriculum. Just as I began to forge friendships, my father would receive orders to deploy to a new station. My family existed in a continuous state of change; new house, new towns, new routines. I found it difficult to make friends, noting I would likely have to soon say goodbye. My body also felt the strain of the continuous relocation to different environments. Transitioning sometimes took a year or more before I was fully adjusted to my new home.

We were going to fluid and it takes 24 hours .And it was a boring car ride and we got up at 7:00 and eat bestfist and it was good than we came back at 12:00. And went into the lake and it felt good. Than we went to pool and it felt good to. And were there for 2 than we leve.