Free College Admissions Essays: Reflecting Over My Life

Even in the off season there is still a lot of work to be done so basically football is a all year round thing You also have to be able to be great in the classroom. Some coaches even make a player keep a certain GPA just so the can play on Saturday.

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.

While you grow up through school, you hear over and over that college is a must if you want to land a good job as an adult. That seems reasonable, I have to get a higher education to get a job with more money and potential. Then comes junior year and you go to look at schools and you see the price of tuition. Everything changes, college isn’t just a dream anymore it's a burden.

As a kid growing up in the tough streets of South Philadelphia, I learned that there are many individuals who are at a disadvantage. Many citizens in those impoverished areas require resources that they are uninformed about. During my childhood, my mother struggled with drug abuse and poverty. We had many nights where we did not know if we were going to eat or have clean clothes for the next day. As I became older, I realized that education could be my way out of poverty. I buckled down and tried to take advantage of the free education provided to us by the government. The more I learned, the more I realized that my goal in life was to help those in need. West Chester is an excellent university for me because they match my passion for human rights and diversity. As an African-American man, I believe that everyone is entitled to the same rights and opportunities. While growing up impoverished, I found ways to help people to the best of my ability. During my high school years, I would take money given to me by grandparents to buy food for the local elderly in the neighborhood. I would

When I ponder the first 17 years of my life, I realize that I have taken my life for granted. I’ve never actually thought about how soon my life could end, not seeing my loved ones ever again, and never being able to enjoy life’s glorious moments. Having a miraculous, close encounter with death has changed how I view life. I pay attention to the details of my life more, and the small things in life don’t seem to aggravate me as much as they did in the past.

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.

As a small child, many adjectives defined me. ‘Timid’ was never among these. My mother recalls countless conversations about “Stranger Danger” after I struck up dialogues with the parents of other children on the playground. If the comfort zone is represented by an invisible box, mine spanned entire cities by the time I was in second grade as I made friends with nearly every human being I came into contact with. I had no way of knowing that my box was about to be drastically downsized.

Guarantees? I don’t think so. Imagine waking up one day to find that your perspective of life has changed. All that you thought would be real or a given in your world no longer existed. If we are the least bit wise we all know and accept that life will always carry risks. Expectations may be dashed in an instant.

Alpha Centauri, our Sun’s nearest neighbor, is a little more than four light-years away. When we gaze at the triple-star system, we are seeing it as it was roughly four years ago. That type of abstract thinking still keeps in awe – especially when you consider the closest galaxy to our Milky Way Galaxy, Andromeda, is 2.5 million light years away. To look at the stars is to look back in time. My father and I were astronomy buffs, and I sincerely miss our late night conversations about these concepts. I lost him 18 months after he suffered a debilitating stroke that left him incapacitated. He was a well-respected psychiatrist who was deeply devoted to his patients, and he is greatly missed in the Roanoke Valley. By harboring a fascination with the universe, I have considered the preciousness and delicacy of life. But by often witnessing the gracious smiles of my father’s patients, I also came to appreciate the quality of life. My unique journey to medicine has been one of self-discovery and a test of my will. Like the astronomer, I have also had to find clarity in the obscured.

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

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.

I have a record of having really bad luck. Seriously. Some of my incidents have included me (accidentally) putting two people in the ER on two separate occasions, getting stung by a scorpion, and having my hair catch on fire in a church. So I can’t really say I was surprised when I came down with a cold shortly before our trip. I arrived with my bag stuffed with different kinds of medicines: cough drops, sore throat medicine, vitamins, decongestant pills, and of course, DayQuil. Nevertheless, I had spent the first few days of the trip coughing and sniffling, and the cold, rainy weather of Holland didn’t quite help (although my host family informed me that at least I could experience typical Dutch weather!) Worse, I had developed a pretty

I was born on Wednesday, December 2nd, 1998 at Lee Memorial Hospital in Fort Myers, Florida. My mom told me that morning she was going into labor with me, she had no idea at all. It was her day off, she worked at Publix and she was just lying in her bed and then her water broke, but just assumed she was peeing on herself. So she just got up and cleaned up and then she ate. If you know when you about having a caesarean section, you are not supposed to eat anything for at least three hours of labor. When my mom finally realized that she was in labor she called my grandmother and my father. When my mom got to the hospital, the doctors noticed that my heartbeat was dropping tremendously. I am her first child so she had absolutely