Undergraduate / ''where is my always working grampa?'' - Admission essay for TAMU topic A [4]

Hi, this is the first draft of my college essay. please make as many corrections as needed, im thinking about removing the quote at the end.

''Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.''

worn out Cowboy boots, oil stained jeans, big belt bukles, plaid shirts and this really good ranch scent. that's the image I have of my grandfather.

''where is grampa?'' that was the first thing I said going into his house, and the answer would always be the same ''he is working''. I couldn't understand why he was always working, what could be so great about work, to be honest if back then I had a say in whether I went to school or not this essay wouldn't be written.

it was a couple of months later, as I watched him branding the cattle that i realized he was really enjoing himself, he seemed happier than ever, he lived to work instead of worked to live.

This one time, he took all my cousins and me with him to learn about the cattle, we arrived to these yard packed with enourmous black and brown cows, you could see the exitment in his eyes, so big it was contageous, we all jumped off the back of the truck an ran toward the yard to take a closer look at the cows,but the smallest of my cousins couldn't get a glimpse of the cows as he was not tall enough, so my granpa gave him a lift, anxious to see my cousins face, to his surprise my cousin started to cry, he putted him immeadiatly on the ground and looked at us with these wide open, death searious eyes, and told us ''what is wrong with this kid'', thats when I realized something most of my family already knew, to be close to my grampa you had to love the ranch.

I remember my parents telling me about this one time that the whole family went to the ranch togheter, I was really young maybe 1 or 2 years, and was full with exitment and antipitacion as it was first trip tothe ranch, but as soon as i got down from the truck my face changed from amazment and exitment to shock and disgust, I just couldn't belive what I was seeing. there was cattle poop all over the place, so I just took my hands up, standed on the tip of my feet and started walking towars the house, my dad picked me up the second he saw what I was doing, because if my grandad saw me do that I would have been in big problems I just thank god I didn't cried like my cousin. he didnt care if you could undersatnd what you were seeing he wanted all of us to feel that burning passion he felt about the horses, cattle and the ranch in general.

Its impressive how much of a mark a person can leave without having the intention to do it, but just seeing how much he enjoyed his work made me anxious to grow up and start working with the same amount of passion and commitment as he did, he tought me without knowing, the great value of loving what you do, if you enjoy what your doing no matter if its work, school, or even a relationship you will be succesful at it. and what is more important you will be happy.

Brown steel toe working boots, utility belt, yellow helmet and loving grandfather, thats the image I wantmy family to have of me.

"When work, commitment, and pleasure all become one and you reach that deep well where passion lives, nothing is impossible."- Anonymus

Undergraduate / "life in the Aztec country" - Choose an issue of importance to you-''Poverty'' [NEW]

Choose an issue of importance to you-the issue could be personal, school related, local, political, or international in scope-and write an essay in which you explain the significance of that issue to yourself, your family, your community, or your generation.

Having to survive with as little as two dollars a day, there are families that call a bunch of cardboard and wood their home, and consider tortillas and milk luxuries.

Poverty has always been a big problem in Mexico, nearly one third of it's population lives in penury and most of them don't even know how to write or read, making it virtually impossible for them to find a job which is neither degrading or illegal. All you need to become a hitman, drug dealer or hijacker is willingness to perform the most outrageous things, and in return you recieve money and power, so when people who don't have any education or money become aware of that, they do it without thinking it twice, not realizing the colossal harm they're causing to our society.

When I think about these problems my mind starts to feel all these different kinds of emotions, but there is one that highlights over the others; sadness. Not only for our country and the underpriviliged, but also for those uneducated people, who couldn't find any better way to earn money, but to kill, steal and sell drugs. They are terrorists, no doubt about it, even they have fear of each other, but it is not wholly their fault as they grew up without limits and values, and that diminish their ability to difference from right and wrong.

On our first day as volunteers at an orphange my friend and I were asked to clean the chicken coop, we went there grabed a couple of brooms and opened the door, it took us a while to realize what was happening and when we did we freaked out, there was some little kids using a chicken as a living pinata, I scolded at them but they didn't seam to know what they had done wrong. At first we were afraid of what had we got into, but after the shock had passed, and we got to know the kids better, we realized they weren't that bad, in fact I ended up growing quite fond of a few. Nevertheless they were always talking about how they wanted to become drug lords when they grew up, and even though we tried we weren't able to make them look up to something better.

I have come to belive that most problems in mexico can be significantly reduced by giving the kids better education, and by increasing the employment rates. Just by doing that, a whole lot of people would be working or studying instead of living outside the law. Making life in the Aztec country so much better in terms of safety and economy.