1. My first three days at Williams were miserable. After unpacking my belongings, attempting to push my parents out the door, and sitting in the ’62 Center as Dean Bolton promised the beginning would not last forever, I returned to my room without a friend in the world. I desperately wanted to meet new people, jump into new actives, and define my own Williams experience; however, I needed someone to show me the starting line. Fortunately, I soon found myself on the trailhead with Marit Björnlund and Henry Lane as leaders and seven strangers as friends. Through the experience of climbing Mt. Greylock before sunrise, saving the Nutella from savage canines, and chatting about our summers and future adventures at Williams around the fire, I found the safe place Dean Bolton had described and the launching pad of an incredible first semester at Williams. Having had such an impactful experience, I hope to continue the legacy of WOOLF …show more content…
I failed the college application process. I applied to Williams as an Early Decision applicant last fall and was deferred for later evaluation. However, the actual deferral from Williams was not my failure. My reaction was the failure. For although I knew the distinct possibility of this outcome given the competitiveness of the applicant pool, I reacted to this disappointing news with a crushing questioning of my accomplishments and identity. I had worked so hard, both in academic work and within my school and camp communities, thus I wanted validation from an outside source such as Williams College. However as I look back on the experience, I learned that we must never depend on external sources for validation. We must depend on ourselves. When I opened my virtual letter from Dick Nesbitt and read the first line, I found myself in a state of humiliation and defeat that I spent the next three months battling within myself. Even as I attempt to answer this question, I find myself struggling to find the perfect words for my emotional
For one of the few times in my life, I let myself down. At my interview for Phillips Exeter, the admissions director asked me how I would face disappointment, given that it would surely occur over the next four years. I thought I knew, but as it turns out, I overestimated my abilities to face it head on. During those first two years, disappointment hurt me. By concentrating on that period of time, you would perceive me incorrectly. But please know this: I am stronger than ever, more aware of my ability to overcome something that hit me
On February 28, 1998 at 11:50 p.m. a baby was born in Moultrie, Georgia. Who was that baby you might ask, well that baby was me. At three pounds and four ounces, and almost a leap year baby I was born into the world as Iesha Monika Williams. I was the first child to parents, and the only girl as the time went on. Even though I was born in Moultrie, Georgia I was raised in Thomasville, Georgia and have been here ever since. I have two younger brothers, the ages of sixteen and seven, name Trey and Jamari. I have a puppy name seven or seven-eleven, he answers to both. I also have two parrots name pinky and binky.
Today is the day that the winners are supposed to receive their letter of acceptance and the unfortunate ones receive their letter of rejection. I have been sitting on the porch all day waiting for the mail to be delivered with that last piece of hope riding in the wind. I can’t get this situation off my head. It is all over the news, it’s all over the school's gossip. You can’t go anywhere without protestors talking about unethical practices or satan’s work.
) stood there in her deep green missionary uniform, firm as a statue and kind as a nun. Her older hands slick with sweat had a slight tremble as she handed out flyers to New City commuters. My grandmother was my first example of a pillar in the community. Every day she strived to improve the lives of those around her neighborhood. I adopted many of her ways, which has lead me into the field of social work. With my degree, I plan to work with one of the most disadvantaged groups in society, the elderly. Every day when I get up to go work, I will be impacting the lives of the elder person and countless members of their inner circle. This will give me a sense of purpose in my life.
As I saw application status update emails pile up in my inbox - first from UC Merced, second from UC Santa Cruz, and shortly followed by UC Riverside - my dream to attend UC Irvine felt close at hand. That is when I checked my portal, God reminded me that He has a plan for me. Despite my plans, I was rejected and immediately, I thought, How can I explain
“Congratulations, you have been accepted to Rutgers University-New Brunswick.” These words were, to me, the words of accomplishment and pride. However, these were not the only words Rutgers University wrote to me. In the Fall of 2015, I was an incoming senior at Hunterdon Central Regional High School. Excited about the years ahead, I applied to many schools throughout the United States. I applied to two schools in Alabama, two schools in Indiana, two schools in New York, and only one in New Jersey-Rutgers. My initial goal was to be my own person and go to a University that no one in my family had attended. In fact, my goal was to attend Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana. This was a dream because my closest grandfather had planned to go there to study engineering. Being a bright student, he was accepted with a scholarship. Getting ready to leave to form a new beginning and only a few days before graduation, his father passed away. Unable to go from New Jersey to Indiana knowing that his family needed him, he decided to stay home and run the family tile business. Years later when my twin brother and I were born, he was God’s blessing to us. Growing up without a father, he stepped in to fill the gap. As
Life is a process. From the day we are born to the day we pass away, we go through experiences of happiness and sadness. Every day in between, we work on ourselves to make ourselves the best versions possible. This is similar programming. When programming, we go through a series of trials to make the program the best possible version of itself. Once something new is discovered, that program continues to build. I am applying to this Stevens Program because my curiosity drives me to learn more even during the summertime. Ever since my brother, Kenny, explained to me his experiences of coding, I was inquisitive about coding since. It seemed like people created something out of nothing. They would begin with a simple, miniscule idea and turn this
I had such a great day at clinical yesterday. I was finally able to see a vaginal delivery and that entire process. When I arrived in the morning, the mom had just received Cytotec, to help induce labor and ripen her cervix. She was forty-one weeks and zero. Around ten thirty in the morning, she asked for her epidural to manage her pain. We bolused her with fifteen hundred milliliters of lactated ringers to prevent hypotension. Shane was the certified registered nurse anesthesiologist (CRNA) who administered the epidural. It was very cool watching him administer all the needed pain relief medication before he administered the epidural to make sure that it would be placed in the epidural space in the spine. Then administered a small test dose, waited till a few blood pressures were taken, then administered the remaining about through an epidural pump. After the epidural was administered, I was able to administer her foley catheter. I was so happy that I was finally able to place one. I learned a few tricks from Maura (my nurse) as well. She taught me that it was easier to take the top off of the lubricant syringe and to place the tip of the foley inside of the syringe, that way it will not wiggle around and become unsterile. She also taught me to grab from the bottom of the labia and pull up, that way it ensures that I will have a clear entrance to
Sue Biermert explained to our junior class that night that life is about taking risks and facing problem after problem. It was obviously not getting any easier by applying to colleges. However, this is what we all had to do in order to feel like our parents in thirty years, because our culture has forced us to be part of the system of going to some sort of university. She admitted that many of us would feel rejected, literally and emotionally, in a year from our top choice. Though, one never knows until you take that leap of faith as she quoted a popular Michael Jordan poster in our Chicago-suburban high school that reads: “I miss 100% of all the shots I don’t take.” Biermert reiterated to us that we were there that night to be part of the process, therefore we must be willing to tackle the admissions problem head on and do the best we can.
Later that month, I received a letter in the mail that had the official stamp of the Robinson Scholar Program on it. I remember the letter being perfect. A blue wax seal was placed on the back and my name was so elegantly written on the front. For a good amount of time, I just stood there looking at it. I was too scared to read what I already presumed was an, “We’re sorry letter.” Finally I opened the letter and read that I had been expected. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, I just couldn’t believe it. A small town girl with little money, no experience, or not any guidance just got an acceptance
and Vontrell Williams always made it their business to get me back on my feet. The trainers would change my bandages daily, and I was sidelined. The following Spring 2014 I hoped to get healthy enough to get invited to camp because I never been. My goal was to always step on the field. Everything that I was going through was going to be worth it if I just got one second on the field. Summer 2014 I worked 40 hours a week, participated in all team activities and workouts, while taking two classes. I worked so hard to make camp and was told that I was going. The very first day of camp when everyone was getting ready, I found out that I would no longer be going. I was told if someone got hurt, I would be the first to replace him. Another terrible
My mother has always told me, “You can do whatever you want, as long as you put your mind to it.” To me, that phrase has always seemed to be a drummed up Togolese proverb used to instill a certain sense of fortitude in a child such as myself. Furthermore, it was probably not what she envisioned when I burdened with the news that I had been dismissed from Loyola University Chicago. In those precise moments, I woefully wished colleges addressed disciplinary letters to parents. That look of disappointment was one I promised I would never allow myself endure again. In a peculiar way, my dismissal propelled me to want more for myself. That fall, I enrolled at City Colleges of Chicago, an umbrella term for seven collective community colleges located
My goal is to apply to all my college’s on time, early acceptance. It may not appear as an astonishing goal. However, applying to college is the first step to prospering in a world set for one to fail. Applying to colleges means to me that I’ve triumphed my obstacles - child of divorced Hispanic immigrant and self hate leading to lack of motivation, those are things of the past am I right? Now to reach this goal i had to be motivated and determined, which didn't come easy, however, it was not necessary physically obstacles stopping me,more like the atmosphere in front of me. one of my toughest obstacles is simply trying to motivate myself, to push through the pain and negativity. I was on my own to figure everything out with little to no advice.
I was surrounded by people who had poor attitude and did not care about anything. Getting ready to take the Troy Tech entrance exam I was clouded by negative thoughts about receiving that rejection letter. On exam day, my only thoughts was there was no way that I was smart enough to get into Troy. Before I even saw the test I was thinking that I would fail. This continued during the exam. There were some problems that brought my confidence up, however it was quickly pushed down by my negative mind. Couple weeks later, after I had completely forgot about the Troy Entrance Exam the letter was found in the mail. My mom gave it to me to open and I refused to open it saying, "what's the point of opening it when I already know I didn't get in?" A few minutes later my parents come into my room and had a talk with me. They told me that my attitude towards things was getting worse, and that I was going to fail all my high school classes at TROY if I kept this up. I did not know what to think; I got in? This was able to greatly boost my confidence level in myself and my negative thoughts did lessen, but it did not
My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it