Personal Essay For College

The challenge transitioning to college is that I will not have my parents around to provide for me. I have been around my parents all my life and they have provided for me and made sure I make the right decisions, but when I go to college I have to do everything myself which will be a whole new experience for me since I have never done it before.

So far, the college experience has made me a changed person. College changed me into a better person on many occasions. I have learned to be more responsible, when it comes down to getting work done. In college you must be responsible. I have also changed my attitude. Moving from high school to college is a big step; if you don’t change your ways for the better then you might not be successful in college. When you reach college then is the time that you become an adult.

A fork in the road only appears as such when both paths are seen as viable options; yet, once one path becomes seen as the only one, the other devolves into a deviation. Where the aberration would require justification to travel down, the perceived correct course would require justification to not travel down. This is precisely how the false question of attending college was presented to me: it was a matter of when not if. Upon inheriting white looking skin, a middle class family, and a pat on the back for bringing home white sheets of papers with little red “A”s written in the top right corner, it was ascertained that I was to be a productive and successful engineer after paying for college with hard-won scholarship money. In short, there were several socio-economic factors that contributed to my eventual position in college.

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

I am passionate about trying my best. Throughout my high school years, I’ve tried to be as successful as I can. Whether it’s classwork, homework, or tests, I try to prepare myself as much as possible and persevere, even if it is difficult. I usually take my time to do work and make sure that whatever I’m submitting accurately portrays my knowledge and persistence. Though I’m concerned about my success, I am not self-absorbed. I always help others when they’re in need, even if it may seem like a hassle. Helping others motivates me, I cannot let others fail when I know that I’m in a position to help them. Even when I’m asked to help others in an area that I’m not proficient in, I try to assist in the best way I can, whether it means applying

The spiraling leather football was flying at me, the crowd frozen with fear. My feet left the hard, cold ground and my hand reached up. I felt like a bull had just charged into my stomach as someone threw themselves into me, I started falling to the ground. I looked to the left while falling and made eye contact with me dad, he nodded and I looked back up with excitement flooding my body. I shot my left hand up and felt the soft leather ball rest in my hand, I grasped it with all my might and felt the grass against my feet as I landed hard against the ground and started running to the end zone. I was running so fast my feet were on fire. I dove right onto the colored grass. The silence broke with my team barbarically yelling. I looked around as my team lifted cheerfully me off my feet, my family was looking right at me, I was on my way to the NFL, my dream. WE had won the high school championships. The crowd joyfully chanting my name "Alex! Alex! Alex!"

College is a great opportunity that I am blessed to be going through today. I see it as an opportunity to grow as a person and set myself up for the future I want. The success I have in the future will be greatly affected by how I do in college.

Writing is the ability to express yourself and to communicate with others. College writing courses strive to provide students with the ability to do this. In the following quote, AOur greatest multicultural resource, one that is authentic, rich, and truly diverse,@ Maxine Hairston, is obviously speaking about today=s student. How can we give all students who have different values, language, and cultural background the ability to express themselves, to communicate, and to contribute in significant ways to the relationship with others locally and globally? Do we strictly emphasize correct grammar and usage? Do we focus on critical thinking skills or personal expression? I am sure that this has obviously been a very

What matters most to me is my 13 year old brother. I value him because while unexpected, his arrival brought my parents closer, unified our family unit, and inspired me to reevaluate my purpose in life. While I was 14 years old when my brother was born, our age gap highlighted the importance for me to not just lead my life as an example of good morals and character, but to also lead it with high ambitions and a track record of accomplishments. My brother, is our family's motivation to live fuller, dream bigger, and achieve greater success.

I started writing essays for college scholarship to help me go to college with no debt. I felt this was my part to help my parents since the made every effort to provide for me through high school. I was passed in church and started helping in the nursery at age fourteen. I volunteer when even I could at church I was taught as Christians we need to help those in need I learn that we must be Christ like matt 25:36-46 of the parables Jesus taught on when they began came to the door did you cloth me feed me or help me? writing numerous essays for scholarship money has exposed me to so many charities which help so many different people and so many different situations the questions I have had to answer has helped me grow as a person by having me

The power of self doubt is a venomous infection that can cripple dreams and inhibit talent. Medical school presents a series of challenges that seek to engage its pupils to excel in various avenues. My second year of medical school was a personal struggle. Passion is best tested in the face of adversity. I questioned my ability to excel in the field I admire and love, especially amongst those who share my drive and equal admiration for the sciences.

The hardest part about college are(is) not the classes, it’s not being away from home, and honestly, even though constantly having $1.16 in my checking account is not ideal, it’s not the lack of money. The hardest part about college is socializing. I know the people from my town- how they act, how they think, how they live. Here, all I know about the people is that they are attending the same school as me. Making friends is second only to breathing because no one wants to walk to class, or go to school events, or eat lunch by themselves, and socializing becomes when everyone seems to know each other, and I seem to know no one. Because of unchangeable truth, I decided to spend the day in my room instead of attempting to make friends.

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My entire life I have worked hard and committed to being the best that I can be. I have I have many actions that fit into excelling, stretching, and serving. To begin with, my high school GPA was a 3.7, which qualified me to graduate with honors. I received honors through hard work and dedication. Schoolwork always came before leisure. I would not accept any grade lower than an A. Because of me excelling in school, I was able to get accepted into many colleges early. I was the first of my friends to apply and get accepted into college, and this is where my stretching and serving comes in. I helped many of my friends with the college application process. It has always been my passion to help others. I have always stretched to help others in

I have been a student at Bethel since July 2016. Before getting started in the program I discussed the commitment with my family and my boss who were both very supportive. With my current workload and family life I was a little concerned about managing both. I put together a schedule with time blocked for me to try to get my studies done or at least theses are weekly goals. I try very hard to get up on Saturday mornings early before my family and start the next week by reading, listening to the attend section and working on the complete section questions. On Mondays, I block time at work on my lunch hour to write and review my discussion response, that way I can have it submitted by Tuesday of each week. Then on Friday mornings before I leave for work or that evening depending on my schedule, I try to submit the complete section that I have worked on during the past weekend or during that week. I try hard to juggle my family, work and school without anyone or