Personal Statement : ' Crap '

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

I opened my eyes, slowing bringing my hands into visible sight only to see them covered with blood, then I blacked out once again.

Pursing a career as a medical doctor is an opportunity for me to mentor youth in underserved populations. As a child, I was raised in the low income, urban community of Roxbury, MA. Although not as notorious today, the neighborhood had garnered negative attention for its high crime rates. My mother emigrated from Haiti and raised me as a single parent. Due to our financial circumstance, Roxbury became our permanent residence. I have always felt there was something lacking in Roxbury in comparison to other towns I visited. My teenage years were largely spent in the suburban town of Stoneham where I attended high school. There was a literal difference in air quality and a psychology contrast in future prospects. While native students of

There are few certainties of what one will encounter during life. A common joke names two: death and

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

and i was worried that i would get blood all over it. My friends took me home where my mom just got home from work. They helped me limp into my house. Then i remember having my mom ask me what happened and i couldn't. She would ask them but they couldn't think of what happened.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

It was dark, I could hear the floor beneath me creeking. The whole store was quiet, when suddenly I was on the floor holding my throbbing head.

The speakers were blaring AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock”, my hands saluting in the air, I was headed to bear lake in my car and was well. Then it happened. A full 900 degree barrel, on the interstate going 80mph. So there I was sitting on the interstate, in the dark, upside-down in my car. The cause of this crash was a simple fluke. My right tire was not inflated and it popped. So when I hit the brakes my car dug into the road and flipped. At this point in my life I had never had something that dramatic happen. For the next week and a half I found glass, in crevices it should never be found.

Many students in this day just try to finish an assignment quickly and move on to the next thing. They might partially finish a worksheet and say, “Well, that’s good enough.” If one of my “good enough” peers were to step into my head, they wouldn’t see their homework the same as I do. Instead, they would see an F, or start to feel the tears swell up in their eyes from frustration when a question is left unanswered. Living with a mindset like mine has often made situations difficult and confusing, not only for myself, but also for my peers and teachers.

One day when i was in 5th grade my dad picked up me and two of my brothers from Great Valley academy we were just driving home as a little family just messing around we stopped at a am pm we got some drinks and we were still on our way home while we were driving we turned on to a road and that road had a lot of gravel and when we were driving down the road and our tires on the left side of the car exploded and the car spun in a circle and we crashed into a couple of trees one branch went through the back window almost taking my brothers head off but bearly missed my brother in the front of the car hit his hand on the front of the car in the inside and broke it my dad hit his head on his side window and broke it leaving a big old bump on his

I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled. I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread. Yeah, yeah,

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.

It was about half a month ago. It was on a Friday. When I get out of class, I invited my friend to go out for dinner. After we finished lunch. I drove my friends back to their home. When I dropped the last of my friend to her home, I was driving on the Apache road, but I was talking with my friend and I did not pay attention on the road and the car swerved off the road and hit a car.