Personal Narrative: My Application For College

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.

Going into college, I knew that there will be an abundance of life lessons learned, but I did not ken that I would be able to absorb so much in such a short duration. This past year in college, I gained vital skills and grew stronger mentally. College is a place where everyone learns from their failures and successes, and with that, there are numerous things to learn from that. My experiences in college edified me how to work with others, communicate with professionals efficaciously, and make perdurable relationships. In addition, being away from home and living in an unfamiliar environment without my family availed me to become independent. Surviving on my own, I learned to make my bed, cook, do laundry, clean up after myself, and more. College taught me skills beyond the classroom, and it withal a leeway to becoming independent away

I used to be a fighter. I used to walk confidently, I was never afraid to kick or scream or punch. I’ve grown up in a house of loud, stubborn people with strong opinions. But one day, I started feeling dull. I don’t remember when or how it happened, really. I guess that the looks I got and the laughter from other kids across the room began to take a toll on me. So in the Summer of sixth grade I started changing. I began to wear makeup. I dyed and straightened what used to be a huge frizzy mess of orange hair. I stopped wearing color even. During my first few weeks of middle school, I quickly learned two things. One being that people like you a lot more if your pretty, and the other being that loud, bold personalities are frowned upon by my peers. So I got quieter and cowardly.

“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

It was the spring of 2011, when all the college acceptances came in. My closest friends were all going upstate and they would all be living together. I, on the other hand, wasn't so thrilled. I was accepted to the community college, across the street from my high school. Not that it was a surprise since it was the only school I had applied to.

Sometimes in life we have to know when’s the right time to stop fighting. Sometimes it’s not as simple as, this is wrong, so I’m going to fight it. Sometimes, there’s just too many possible consequences and risk of someone else getting hurt in the process. It’s especially hard when you’re trying to fight for someone else, because you feel they deserve better, but having to come to the realization that fighting it will only make it worse. I was lucky enough to realize this before I made things worse, but I know full well now what could have happened if I didn’t stop.

The decision to apply to medical school was not taken lightly. I knew that medical school would require a huge commitment of my time and energy. Therefore, before applying to medical school, I knew that I needed to prove both to myself and to the committees that would be reviewing my application that I had what it takes no not only survive, but to excel in medical school. Therefore, while continuing to work around 50 hours per week, I returned to school with a full-time load, and prepared myself for the MCAT – all in a period of about 6 months. This was one of the most mentally and physically exhausting periods of my life, but the tools I developed to spend my time both wisely and efficiently helped me stay organized. My passion for the coursework

I have trained myself to prepare for this exact moment in time. Every mile that I have continuously pushed myself through, every steep incline as my thighs and calves have trembled that I have climbed, every sharp twist of pain that curved up my entire being that I have conquered, they have all made me into the person I am as I stand behind our first line of top runners. A nervous adrenaline is spiking my pulse as we wait in formation—staggered with a person to fill every space—and the raucous cheering from almost every single person lining the Southside course is causing a puddle of anticipated excitement to drip down my spine. I have come so far from

This is a personal narrative that I wrote for my CSU application, and this piece helped me get accepted into Colorado State University. I wrote this piece completely outside of class during the first semester of my senior year. I didn’t take this to a teacher conference, but this is a piece that I am very proud of because I feel like the writing represents my person voice and not a character. However I had trouble figuring out how to put my thoughts into words, but I worked through the confusion and now my word choice flows very nicely.

After completing the college search, I am feeling stressed and way too overwhelmed because feel that i don't enough activities to do like joining a sport team or things that are wanted from a student. I am also feeling like I know more about what some university want and require; without this college search I would only get a little bit information about what college want from other people or whatever would pop up on ads. I am not that satisfied with current academic record because I am not in any sports, clubs, etc. so I need to step up and be more involved in school activities. My strength points are volunteering and getting good grade and that's it; my weak point are very where in my opinion, I need to be involved take risks and become

I’m a hard-working student with determination to excel on any challenge given to me. I’ve been exposed to various competitions during grade school. I represented and brought pride to my school by bringing the 3rd place trophy for a Math Competition and 2nd place for an Essay Contest. I also accepted the challenge to represent the school in the Marist Scholastic-Arts Category and Archdiocese of Newark Arts Contest where I was declared the winner on both. As an active member of National Junior Honor Society, I was involved in activities like tutoring and volunteering at Church.

My goal at Clark college as a running start student is to graduate my Senior year in high school with both my high school diploma and my AA at Clark in Spring 2018.

Typically, your mailman is someone you do not know. Maybe you do know him because your dog barks uncontrollably when he is near your home, or they're just a nice person. That's no the case for me, my mailman sucks at his job. Robert (whose name has been changed for privacy) has been giving me the wrong mail for the past 3 years. This affects me greatly because now that I am in college It is crucial for me to receive mail on time when it comes to missing school documents and student loans. In the spring of 2015, I was applying for colleges. Naturally, you receive either an acceptance or rejection letter, I received neither. Why may you ask? Because my dear mailman Robert did not deliver it to the right location. I did not know I was accepted

A young man that I met a while ago is the reason I want to further my career. Before knowing that I truly had a purpose in life, I had absolutely no desire to go to college, but I realized something; I need to be able to keep the people I care about happy and healthy. The only way to really do that is love and money. The young man has helped me more than therapists ever have, and more than medicine ever could. I have many problems, depression and anxiety are the biggest ones though, I go day by day terrified that something awful is going to happen, and my life is going to fall apart. Now though? After all of my life experiences I finally have the courage to do what I never thought I could. Go to college. My family has had many struggles with

Sorry if this is a rant honestly you don't even need to read it, just want someone to listen.