College Admissions Essay: A Career In High School

Over the last several years in addition to being a full time student I have also enjoyed various other activities including working, sports, and giving back to my community. All of these activities motivate me to succeed. In addition, they each help to make me a responsible individual and a good citizen.

I want to end this story on a happy note. I really do. But I dread me going away to college, leaving Inaara in high school. But I dread the idea of me pouring all of my hard work into this essay and only see the minus on my transcript. But I dread the day I'm going to have to confront Andrew, the kid with aspirations to football in college, about playing lineman instead of wide receiver again next season, signifying the fact that our passing in the morning had truly been for nothing. At least the essay I’ve dreaded for so long is now finished.

I’m Andy Adams a Junior in high school and in early middle college. I clearly don’t have a favorite subject yet, but soon enough. In English class I’m a little rusty on some stuff, but can work through it. I’m very motivated, when there is an assignment I’m on it right away and get done. I do get rusty on test and I still get retakes if I failed miserably and still get on it. I’m very good in English like I get a B previous English classes.

Ever since I could have a clear understanding of the roles doctors play in our society, and to remembering my first doctor's visit I instantly wanted to become one of those woman in a long white coat running around helping patients or performing a procedure. My passion for helping others is something that has empowered me to become a doctor. Because of my passion for helping individuals , my dream of one day becoming a surgeon ,I have decided to further my academic career at Virginia Commonwealth University ( Vcu ) . I plan on attending one of the finest medical schools in Virginia while also maintaining a job and balancing life as a college student and a mother.

It has always been hard for me to properly envision my future, as it is always changing. As a child I thought of becoming a doctor, in middle school I dreamt of becoming a journalist, and my plans for the future are still shifting. However, there has always been one common element among my aspirations for the future, and that is the desire to engage in and improve the lives of others. This central desire is what leads me to choose Georgetown as the school which perfectly encapsulates my interests.

Growing up I was never the kid who talked too much or got in trouble in the classroom for doing so. In my 18 years of living I have never been considered very talkative or vocal. My father would always tell me that talking too much could land you in a big heap of trouble so I refused to do so. He had a phrase, “One thing guaranteed for a person that talks too much is swollen lips”. Hearing that as a child was kind of funny to me, but as I have gotten older I now realize what he was interpreting. I have seen a lot of people get into altercations for running their mouth’s too much and swollen lips is usually the ending result. Although I don’t talk much, I believe I can hold a pretty decent conversation with someone I have things in common with. I use to avoid talking to strangers, but being put in different settings with nothing but strangers has helped me with that to a

The scorching oil splashed across my father’s forearm as he worked in a frantic hurry, ignoring the searing heat that ate away his flesh. He absorbed the trauma, swallowed the pain, and continued frying the chicken wings for his upcoming customers. Whenever he came home after toiling twelve hours a day in the cramped, hot kitchen, all I noticed was that permanent scar and the dark bags under his eyes. Noticing how closely I was watching him, my father held my face with his rough hands and reassured me, “I will make sure you will have a better life than mine.”

The first morning I walk into my job I actually went to the wrong floor but I got there eventually. I felt very nervous, as any other freshmen intern would feel. Everyone at accounting said I was cute and tiny, which I thought was good. They didn’t have me work on anything major as it was my first day so I don’t think they want to overwhelm me with work on my first day. I could instantly tell that I would like it here, everyone was so nice and it was like they were family and I wanted to be a part of that family. Now that I’m at the end of my first year I can proudly say that I have fulfilled my goal of getting to know many of my co-workers and forming a bond with most of them. I’ve learned many things from my co-workers. They’ve given me advice about school and how I should carry myself through the future. For that, I can’t thank them enough on how much of an impact they have made in my high school experience.

Looking back at the years that I have completed in high school is a funny but a true life changer. If I was to go back to one year of high school I would want to go back to freshman year. One reason why I would want to go back to freshman year is to talk to myself. Another reason I would want to go back it tell myself to listen more. The last reason would to see if I could improve myself in any way.

Growing up in a household with a mother that did not finish high school and a father that did not finish elementary is not an ideal upbringing for any child. I grew up economically impoverished for the majority of my life, and my parents tell me they attribute this to the life choices they made in their youth when they came to this country. Today, I use these circumstances not to debilitate my confidence, but rather as motivation for me to strive for what I once imagined insurmountable.

I grew up being that student that always got good grades, always did what she was supposed to, did better than all of her other friends in school, and was highly motivated to achieve. I wasn’t passionate about it though. Nothing in high school caught my eye and grabbed my attention, or made me really want to go above and beyond to learn. However, in my senior year of high school, I took an AP Psychology class. I took it because it was one of the most popular classes in the entire school because the teacher was awesome. Taking this class made me realize what I was passionate about in life. But I had always heard from people that it was really hard to get a career in psychology, and that everyone majors in it. So I thought I would major in accounting,

As you read this essay, picture a country where two out of five children are not in school not because they don’t want to get an education, but rather, because their parents are unable to pay as little as fifty dollars for them to get an education. Growing up in the rural area of a small village called Obagie the south side of Benin City, Edo state, Nigeria was not a pleasant experience. Born into a family of eight, and the first male child of a family that relies only on small farm production, my parents could only afford to send myself and two of my siblings to an underfunded public school. I categorically knew that I would end up getting just a High school education. Since leaving my four other siblings at home was worrisome to me, my younger

I live in a society where education rules, and as I am entering my nineteenth year of existence, the world I live in has education on its highest pedestal ever. It’s no secret that high school presents every American boy or girl with a four year battle of the brains. The purpose of high school; to prepare you for college. For some, it’s simple enough to do every homework assignment, study for every test, and get A's in every class. For others, they require a spark. This could be a spark of imagination, love, passion, interest, or maybe a simple reality check. As for me, I needed a spark. I needed to “fail” at high school.

One of the biggest obstacles I’ve had to overcome so far in my journey is where I would go to high school. There are so many great schools in my area that the decision becomes not just a fork in the road but a path that splits six different ways. I went to a small Catholic elementary and middle school, and almost everyone fed in to the local public high school, following the straightest path ahead. This created a conflict for me. I was super close to these people some of whom I had gone to school with for over nine years, but there was no doubt the Catholic high school, Bishop Kenny, would also give me a great education with the added bonus of being a faith-filled community, something that is really important to me.

I've never been comfortable bragging. In fact, I was raised to be modest about my achievements, whatever they might be. Applying for college is nothing but bragging, and it makes me uncomfortable. In addition, every other essay you're likely to see is nothing but a litany of impressive accomplishments from top to bottom. That's not me.