Personal Narrative: College Admissions

Before my experience in my College Readiness Program, I pictured going into college a completely different way. I now feel prepared and excited to move into a dorm and be a responsible young adult.

My College and Career goals include graduating college and getting a job. I wish to attend the University of Alabama. I plan to major in occupational therapy or speech therapy. After I graduate with my bachelor's degree I wish to get my master's degree. After I finish my schooling I want to receive a job that allows me to provide for my family. I wish to receive this job in my degree's field. After receiving this job I wish to improve to reach a leadership role.

In the back of my mom’s moving car, I wake up in a daze. The Gameboy that was previously in my hands had fallen to the floor, and the sun’s rays that had previously glared through the window were replaced with the shine of the moon and stars. As my small hands press up against the glass, my eyes twinkle and my toothy, black holed grin widens at the celestial body blaring in the night sky. Astonished, I watch the moon seemingly follow our car, almost as if my existence awed the moon and not the reverse. As the full moon swallows the sky, the unknown distance between us becomes minuscule. If only my three foot frame was a bit bigger, if only my arms could stretch as far as my imagination, I could touch the moon. It was in this moment that I

Ever since I was a kid I have always thought about what college I was eventually going to go to. I made the decision in high school that I wanted to be a special education teacher, so I thought about some schools that had that teaching program. My number one school I wanted to attend that had the best teaching program was East Carolina University. Having ECU as my number one choice lead me to apply there. Weeks after I applied I got a letter telling me some sad news that I was not accepted. Since I applied to ECU and did not get in, I was now thinking about applying to other schools like Methodist University or maybe a community college.

Rejection is my friend, we met when I was four years old. Some hear failure, I hear opportunity, the opportunity to try again and do it even better than before. My ability to stand up and stare rejection straight in the face has opened my eyes, soon realizing that triumph and loss come hand and hand. From a young age, I have faced rejection in ways that some would not expect a child could endure.

The day of the ACT has come. I anxiously stumble toward an empty desk. The test proctor glares at me as we begin. The other test takers seem so calm, with their #2 pencils lined up neatly on their desks. All I have are #3 pencils! Even worse: I have showed up to the test in my underwear!

“I want to be a firefighter, construction worker, and professional race car driver when I grow up.” This was my proud childhood statement I would use when asked the question, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” This question in particular is one that will be asked awfully early in one’s childhood, as well as very late in a young adults final years before venturing out into the “real world”. Like many other young children, I grew up with the mindset of having a exciting, heroic, and lively job for when I got older. I dreamt of operating heavy construction machinery, saving families while extinguishing fires of a decaying building, and speeding past vibrant and heavily decalled race cars. However, as I grew older and gained more realistic

Science can be complicated, but it is one of the subjects that explains what goes on in our world. Throughout high school, science courses were always my favorite. I decided that my major of choice for college would be biology: the study of living organisms. Grogan College’s curricular focus “is the development of the professional self in the areas of health, medicine, nursing, education, criminal law, business, and the performing arts”. Looking at that statement made me realize that this residential college is my best fit. The words that captured my attention are health, medicine, and performing arts. As a color guard performer and biology major, it is important that I continue performing as an outlet, as well as increase my research skills.

My mom called me crying about a week ago, after she dropped me off at the University of Akron and helped me move in my things. In an attempt to console her I repeated that I wasn’t very far from my hometown, Brecksville, and it wouldn’t be difficult to see me. Between sobs, she asked me what I’ve learned from her; if I felt she had taught me everything she should’ve. I’ve never been so sure of an answer in my life. My mom has inspired me more than anyone and has taught me to be hardworking, independent, accepting of others and myself, and to never sell myself short. It has been my dream since fourth grade to be lawyer, so while it is difficult to be away from people at home who I love, I know that I am in the right place and doing the right

Every day I went into work I knew one thing: one of the residents would not know who I was. He had seen me before. In fact, he had seen me more days than not in the last year. He held conversations with me, danced, went out in the community for various events, helped me cook, ate the food I made, and prayed with me every night. Despite that, every day he met me for the first time all over again.

I am writing you in response to a job posting looking for an Admissions Counselor. I became aware of the posting on the Clarion University website.

An entire town, consumed in one, deafening silence. How hundreds of tranquil, peaceful slumbers were rudely disturbed were what mattered more. Whichever amount of them were filled with the hibernal, uncomfortable and unforgiving chill that all winters had, nobody deserved to be rudely awakened. One slumber in particular, though, had already been brought to an end long ago.

My college goals include transferring from Merced College to Stanislaus State University. I began the application process in November. I will complete my requirements here at Merced College this semester for my Associates Degree Transfer. I'm majoring in Psychology and hope to receive my Bachelors in Arts at Stanislaus State. My career goals include attaining an instructional aide position as soon as I receive my AA from Merced College. I haven't had any luck applying for that position however, I'm hopeful my luck will change. I have attended approximately eight to ten instructional aide position interviews and volunteer at a local Elementary School in Chowchilla. I believe the more education I receive, the better a candidate I will become

Coming from a family of educators, college was heavily stressed to me. Attending a college whether it be a two year or four year institution, was no doubt going to be the next option.

All I could hear was the faint sound of Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant and my incessant thoughts that were corroding my mind. I was sitting in my cluttered car, but I didn’t mind that it was so hectic because that was me, that was my mind. The clock on the console read 10:02 and I had nowhere to be on such a chilly night for it to be in the middle of June. It was my best friend’s 17th birthday, and I spent the night contemplating what it meant to be 17 in a world where time was inevitably slipping away.