Free College Admissions Essays: My Passion For Writing

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.

Many people have various valuable items that they cherish, some only have a few but everyone has that one thing that hey hold close to their heart over everything. My one item happens to be a necklace that my papa got me for Christmas right after he was diagnosed with liver cancer. This necklace means so much to me because of the character behind it, the many feelings it gives me and the heartfelt memories behind this one simple gift.

When I was eight or nine years old, I decided I wanted to be a writer. By this age, I had already gone through the phases of wanting to be an artist, a cook, an astronaut and was extremely satisfied with my new choice of profession. After all, I loved to read so why not write? Reading was my true love: during second grade, I conquered all of Harry Potter over the course of two months. My mom’s rule was that I had to read the book before watching the movie, so I read and read. I would compete in, and win, all the school reading competitions as well as the summer library competitions. Writing, I decided, was the next natural step.

When I was younger, the amount of obligations upon me fewer and less likely to affect life in the long term, it was far easier to pursue my passion for fiction. School consumed less time, and the classes were introductions to various principles rather than in depth study. The books contained within the library of my elementary school weren’t great works of literature either. They were simple stories, with simple characters and events, but I loved them anyways. These simple things made sense, a comfort blanket that I simply had to reach into a basket on a shelf to find. When library time rolled around every week, I always managed to find three or four new ones to take home, and then read them all within a day or two. I had never been a particularly athletic child; I had the time and the will to devour as many stories as I possibly could.

My research on free community college has brought me to your article in the Los Angeles Times “Why Obama's plan for tuition-free community colleges is a good idea” in which you describe how free community college would benefit this nation and exemplify national principals. Your opinion is similar to that of the President, and the democratic presidential candidates. What differentiated you from the others with your stance is your genuine belief in you argument. You were not trying to sell us the plan like the President was, but you were stating what your truly thought was the best for America. The article was written in a very timely manner as America is searching for ways to revitalize our economy and educational system. As you may know, I

George R. R. Martin once proclaimed, “A reader lives a thousand lives”, which means that I have lived more than my terse eighteen years on this earth. From my parents reading me the classic Goodnight Moon every night, to my three-year-old self loving If You Give a Mouse a Cookie and Chrysanthemum (which I strongly felt was written after me), I had an exemplary start when it came to the world of literature. From this introduction, I continued to immerse myself in books while other kids’ interest in books faltered once the pages were no longer filled with pretty pictures and enormous letters. My love and fascination, however, only grew stronger over time and as my skills advanced, I started to go through books so fast that I needed to buy five at a time in order to keep myself entertained by their stories. I have enjoyed my

I have a job at Bojangles’. I believe Bojangles’ is a positive influence because it gives me an opportunity to think passively. This has been a great help because I otherwise don’t have many opportunities in my life that allow me to ‘zone out’ while still being productive. This is also a positive influence on my self-esteem because I am able to do something productive and meaningful on a regular basis without it costing me much effort.

Many Americans believe the solution for our lack of education, of which the trend for numbers of people attaining a college education is increasing, is free college. Although the fact there are still thousands of Americans with no college education can not be denied, the solution for this should not be to introduce free college education. Many people criticize those who do not believe in this free college education as being simple minded, and never knowing the struggle of debt, however if these people were to look deeply into the matter they too could see free college is not a suitable way to increase education levels.

Every day we meet people, we say hello, and we hear two words that ultimately get lodged in our head. We tie those two words to a person's face. Later as we see this person more we learn to associate certain characteristics with those two simple words – smart, bold, beautiful. These two words? Their name. Emily Dunn, a name I first encountered my junior year of high school when a cheery eyed, enthusiastic, and brilliant girl walked into my Algebra Two class and sat next to me. Little did I know that I would come to associate words like – brilliant, humble, and ambitious - with two simple words. Emily

Some people absolutely dread English class. It could be the forty-five minute class that ruins their day. This could be because of a previous paper they got a bad grade on, a teacher they didn’t like, or because they never learned to love it. This is not the case for me.

Calling Dr. Brown—I saw my first patients while in Mrs. T’s Imaginarium Court tucked in a corner of my K/1 combo class at Bergeson Elementary. It was a place of dreams and aspirations, painted with bold colors, lavished with fabrics and costumes, and encouraging an array of childhood imaginations. This corner represented my inner desires. Dressed in my white lab coat with a stethoscope draped over my neck, I sat anxiously awaiting the chance to cure my patients’ boo-boo’s, intent on serving my own dose of care and empathy.

Twenty-four degrees, blizzard conditions, and warnings from every weather center to stay indoors during these sub freezing temperatures. Every New Yorker comfortably curled up in their houses with the heat blasting throughout their residence. Where was I? In Queens, New York at the foundation of the Jamaica Center subway station curled up against my parents using them as my only source of heat. Covered in newspapers and raggedy blankets, my family spent the night with no money and no place to go on that cold, hard bench. America, the land of opportunities is nothing without individual struggle. Turmoil. Poverty. Hunger. A multitude of disadvantages attributes that plagued my adolescence. Growing up, children played with toys without a worry in the world. To shield my juvenile self from financial troubles, my parents fabricated a game in which rummaging through trash while collecting and recycling

My Interest in law dates back to 2008, as I watched my eldest and only brother be handcuffed and dragged off to prison for a drug possession charge at the age of 22, leaving behind a pregnant girlfriend expecting a baby boy. I was 10 years old when I witnessed the discrimination minorities faced in the criminal justice system. I watched my mother spend every penny of extra money she had on lawyers, one that would eventually swindle us out of money only to not complete the job. The next lawyer was able to negotiate a sentence of 6 years with eligibility for parole in two years. There my brother stood, a confused, regretful, distraught young man who made a mistake, who needed education, who succumbed to the generational oppression of minorities, painted someone useless to society—a thug and a criminal. I knew from that day forward that the system had no sense of remorse, or intention to rehabilitate young African American and minority men like myself. I was once told “in order to change the system, integrate the system.” I have faith that the practice of law will lend me the opportunity to do just that.

Have you ever seen a summer unicorn? I saw one before! They are so cool. Oh, and I don't mean just a unicorn. I mean a summer unicorn. The skin on it was blue and had nice pineapple and watermelon emojis. It smelled like the beech. It was just so nice. It even had a pure, pink, sprinkled horn.

I feel bad when someone says they are not a morning person. That means for every sunrise, every chirp by a bird, they are missing out. Maybe they heard or saw it before but they did not get to appreciate it for lack of positive feelings. Do they not see how lucky we are to be standing here? Luck is the word. Unless you believe in a God, you have no explanation of why we are here.