The Environment In Which You Were Raised

Apply Texas Prompt A: What was the environment in which you were raised? Describe your family, your home, neighborhood, or community and explain how it has shaped you as a person.

I was one of the tallest people in my grade, and was super skinny. With my mild Cerebral Palsy, I had speech problems for a long time. Due to all of this, I didn’t exactly fit in. Every day as I walked in the doors, I would completely shut down. My grades fell, and I blocked most of the world out. I could here the “popular” groups whispering and giggling every time I walked in the hall and notes would be passed around in class. I sat at a table in the corner by myself, I didn’t have any friends in

The schools were small and there wasn’t much diversity. Kids used to make fun of me for my name or color and it got so bad that we had to go to the principal. He had our whole class switch lunches so were with kids our age instead of the older ones bullying us. The other kids would spread rumors about me, because I was a vegetarian or because we lived in our hotel which had an attached “house” to it. They wouldn’t include any of the younger kids and if I stood up to them they would tell on me. I don’t let other students push me around now. I am who I am. I can’t change that and I won’t. When I moved here in 4 grade, I was still bullied occasionally, but I had good friends who stuck by my side and still do. I want to be the person others were to me through those rocky

I grew up in small town known as Kinston, where most of my peers were underprivileged like myself. Instead of starting out in public school, I was enrolled into one of the two local charter schools. I was always put in the “smart” group in any activity, but once I started talking with public school kids and learning that we were being taught different made me doubt if I was truly was smart. When I was put in various community groups with majority public school kids, I felt outnumbered and uncomfortable because we had nothing in common. I started high school as a social outcast, but I made some really good friends. After I was put up against the public school kids, I did excel educationally. Instead of hanging out with my friends on the weekend,

Topic A: What was the environment in which you were raised? Describe your family, home, neighborhood, or community, and explain how it has shaped you as a person.

Prompt: What was the environment in which you were raised? Describe your family, home, neighborhood, or community, and explain how it has shaped you as a person.

In the seventh grade I attended School of the Future. The previous middle school I went to was Ross Global Academy, a charter school in the Lower East Side located on east 11st and 1st avenue. I changed middle schools because Ross Global Academy lagged academically when it came to Science, Math, History, and English. The school eventually closed when I was in the eighth grade. Since Ross Global Academy, fell behind in key academic courses, I found it very difficult when I transferred schools and began going to School of the Future. It was very hard for me to comprehend the work and what made things worse was that since I was new, everyone bullied me. Sometimes, this group of girls who were thought of as popular would disrespect me by calling

Essay A: What was the environment in which you were raised? Describe your family, home, neighborhood, or community, and explain how it has shaped you as a person.

It was rough growing up in a single parent household. I was the oldest of three boys. I did not have the best amenities that many of my peers had. While my friends played outside after school, I was in the house, reading, writing and studying. My mother emphasised the importance of education. It was torture; I did not want to study. I wanted the high end clothes, I wanted to play outside and flirt with girls. I wanted to be popular instead of being viewed as the smart guy; the kid that everyone voted as most likely to

This one is simple but I must go over it. Respect. This respect deal can make or break you. I mean the first person you should respect is yourself. Afterall the only thing you actually own is yourself. This could mean that you are in control of how you speak, think, and what you do. If you are completely aware of that then good, I’m proud. The world goes in the same pattern every year. What you put out in this world, it will come back to you. Therefore respect yourself and all those around you because from the outside we look different, but we all need the same things to be happy

As the youngest child in my family, I grew up relatively sheltered. Stricter rules were in place regarding me compared to what my older brothers had experienced. I was not allowed to go anywhere by myself. Someone would always accompany me, guiding me along. The first time I really broke away from the bubble of security I was in was when I first took the bus home alone. It was the second day of freshman summer orientation, and no one else in my family could pick me up.

Everyone has their own individual background. Some normal. Some different. As a kid, I grew up as a normal kid living with a Mom and Dad. I also had my little sister but she was only a year old. I always knew that my mom was struggling with us so I tried to help out as much as I could.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,

When I was younger, I loved going to Nanny and Pop Pop’s house with my brother and my cousin. We always played in the computer room. We ended up playing with the few stuffed animals my grandparents had. Sometimes we went out back where Nanny was usually tanning and Pop Pop was usually building or painting. My little cousin, Abby, and I always hung out in the shed or played down the alley way. My grandparents had a small house, but that house is full of my favorite memories.