Personal Statement : ' I Am Proud Of Where I '

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

The second year of middle school was a period of learning my actions the hard way. My parents would always tell me, “If you don’t learn it by listening, life will teach you the hard way”. The hard way wasn’t hard, it was more petrifying. In seventh grade, I would go through an incredibly rough period mentally. I would be in a war with anxiety. These memories can be pictured instantly today; the intensity of my anxiety triggered that scar. It started out in the beginning of the year when I had a panic attack in first period. It felt like my sanity was gradually evaporating out of my body. I had to be escorted home because I thought something critical to my life’s condition was occurring. This event would be the beginning of a chain of anxiety that would lead to other negative thoughts that would haunt me all of

I remember my mom waking me up early and telling me to get dressed quickly. I had no clue where we were going. My mom kept repeating that we were to go on a road trip. She still wouldn’t tell me where. We got off the highway and the first thing I noticed was that my phone didn’t have any service. There was one road that we took for a good thirty minutes, then my mom stopped the car. I read the sign that said “Eagle Hill School”. I was very confused. We went on a tour of the campus and I still didn’t understand why we were there. All at once, it clicked in my head; I was going to attend here in September. At first, I was upset that my parents would make me go to school just for the learning disabilities that I have. I had the idea that people would make fun of me back at home for going to a disabilities

It felt as if I was surrounded by freezing water while on the inside being burned alive. I let my grades drop I did not care, all that mattered was being an adult and supporting my sister. My teachers did not care, I was invisible. Easy to lose in the crowd.The kids in my grade avoided me because I was “ abnormal” because I did not speak. The people who were supposed to be my guardians did not have enough money to feed both my sister and me. So I did not eat except for what was left over from dinner. I became pale and skinny. I looked like sick all the time. The only time I ate good was every other weekend when I went to my great aunt and uncle's house. This was the very best that life was going to get from me. I believed I was going to end up like my mother a drug user, and have no life. A few years later, my sister and I moved in with my aunt and uncle. They took my sister and me and gave us a great home. We both started to do a lot better. I got healthy and not so sickly looking, I started to talk a lot more, and I got my grades up. Unfortunately, my little sister did not like the fact that she wasn't entitled to anything anymore, and moved back in with our old Guardians.

We moved in with a new roommate in the Friendly neighborhood but luckily got to finish the year at Goshin. I started and finished my fifth grade year at Adams elementary. I spent my six grade year at roosevelt middle school that was the year that my uncle moved down from portland and started living with me my mom and our roommate. I finished sixth grade and moved on to seventh grade at roosevelt then halfway through my seventh grade year my mom decided to buy a house across town with my grandma that had just moved down for alaska. My uncle moved in with my grandma and we stayed with them for a little while, while we fixed up the house. Once we had moved in I transferred schools from roosevelt to kelly middle school where I finished my seventh and eighth grade years. I started my freshman year in high school even though I had a trouble reading until I was in fourth grade and was on an IEP till seventh I made it to high school and plan to go

3rd grade was when I started being bullied. Until the age of 11, I was what you would call overweight. I always ate more than I should have, and well, I didn’t stop. It never used to be that way, and I don’t really know what changed. The first half of my childhood was what I would consider great back then. I was your typical sweet and spoiled girly-girl. I wore dresses and had curly platinum blond hair, with bangs across my forehead. Back when I was that young, I was always energetic, what little kid isn’t? I was always running around and taking walks with my grandma, but that all ended when she died back in 2010. After that, I never wore dresses, I even started dying my hair, I became lazier, and that’s what led up to me

Every individual comes to a point in their lives during which they reach a tipping point between adolescence and adulthood. I happened to reach that tipping point when my mom told me the story of how our family got to America and to the position we are in now. Before I heard this story, I used to complain about small issues all the time, and take important things for granted, but after hearing the story, I am extremely thankful for how we are living and all that we have. I felt like a changed man due to my family's past and it gave me unbelievable amounts of determination to work hard and to become successful in the future, not only for myself, but also so that I could make sure my family would never be in that situation ever again.

I’m proud of my family. I’m proud that my dad’s hard work and dedication have allowed him to accomplish his dream of owning a restaurant, I’m proud that my mom graduated high school, and I’m proud that my family succeeded in finding their own version of the American Dream.

At Dodge City High School I was in many activities such as The Pride of Southwest Kansas, varsity tennis, drill team, enriched learning, and many other honors classes, I was even the president of the decoration committee my junior year. After my sophomore year I added another egg to my basket, and was hired at my first job. With my first job I helped my mom by getting my own phone, paying for the bill, and buying my own items and necessities. But with all these activities and work, I started to get tired, but more than anything, I got lazy, and careless. I started to spend more time procrastinating and doing things last minute. I started showing up late to class which led to not even showing up at all. At this point in my life, everything was going down hill. I got dismissed from drill team, I went from first chair in the band, to dead last, and my grades reflected my attendance. I pushed everything to the side and blamed it on “senioritis”. I thought I was doing everything right and I did what I wanted, but it wasn't until I got called down to the office for a meeting, that I realized that I was putting to shame every effort and all the time my mom spent on raising

The summer before I started 7 grade, was long and intimidating. I threw an end of the year party and my friends and I were playing outside. My friend Sia was jumping on the trampoline and she became frustrated with a soccer ball so she kicked it off and it landed right into the fire pit. Ever since then, my friends and I have joked that the flaming ball represents our junior high experience. There have been numerous accounts of where I have fallen up the stairs like a few days ago, went to the wrong class or made a complete fool of myself, especially in math class. 7 grade was just the beginning of two gruesome years at the junior high. At first it was an intimidating school, which I thought had secret hallways and now I can stroll down the halls without being afraid of some teacher screaming at me or students towering over me. Although, I guess students still tower over me so not much has changed. I’ve learned from my numerous mistakes, became a better student and person overall in the past 2 years.

I don´t remember much about the fourth through sixth grade but i know that i went to so many elementary schools. In fourth grade i went to a elementary school called Dunbar, i had a few friends but not that many at that because i was always shy or kids use to always pick on me. I had a white bestfriend and i can´t remember her name but i know she was my only friend when i went to that school but she eventually stop being my friend because of the other kids. When i was elementary school my imagination was so big and i use to always have a diary that i wrote in all the time and i wrote it in so much that i remember when i was still going to Dunbar, i was in class writing in it and my teacher had caught me and took it from me. Me being the bad

I loved school when we would learn something because I was good at that and I was able to do that when I felt like I was terrible at everything. Nothing would change from fourth grade to fifth grade I still loved school and really had no friends. In fifth grade the news I wanted so badly wouldn’t turn out the way I wanted. The AVM had shrunk but it wasn't gone and one more dose of the radio static surgery should do the trick. I was also switching schools and school districts, I asked my doctor if we could do it in summer so I wouldn’t miss school. I was beyond scared, I always keep a brave face on because if I don't show fear it doesn't get to me. I couldn't help it, the last time this was done it went bad, I woke up throwing up I had giant marks on my forehead. I didn't want to be made fun of at this new school. I turned out fine I had basically no marks I woke up feeling fine. I started middle school and middle school was honestly the years I felt lost and at the same time I had the friends I so badly wanted. Middle school was tough for me because instead of being able to take an extra class instead of doing

As a young adult I had struggled several hardships and fought numerous battles to be the person I am today. Growing up in the strict family background, life wasn't easy. My parents were very traditional and was not customary to the American lifestyle. They immigrated to America in the 1980's and I was born here in the States.

My freshman year in high school was unarguably the best year of my high school career, If I knew how the rest of my school career would go I probably would have cherished it a lot more. My sophomore year was going pretty well until one major internal change shifted my well being in the worst. I always knew about depression,but It was always one of those things that I never really thought about because I thought that only certain types of people experienced depression and I couldn't be one of them. was wrong. During the spring of sophomore year I fell into a depression, at the time I did not know what depression was ,nor did I know what was happening with me so I didn't know what to do, I didn't ask for help, and I didn't talk about it. I started to go down an even darker path with self medicating, drinking ,and self destructive behavior all of which I never told to anybody. As the winter and spring ended and summer began I came out of my rut and told myself that If that ever happened again, I want to get help and I don't want to be on a self destructive path

In third grade I was unsocial I didn't talk I was a ball of emotions I lost my mom everything changed people would bully me I would come home crying. It was a never ending story. Teachers would take me out of class to talk about