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hanna4292   
Nov 20, 2011
Undergraduate / 'My move from Canada to the United States' - UW story from your life, describing it [NEW]

My move from Canada to the United States is one of the most challenging events that I have experienced in my life. Although I was born in the United States, I moved to Canada at a very early age. There, I lived in a tight-knit neighborhood, had my group of best friends, and loved my school. I was a happy kid.

I was absolutely devastated when my parents abruptly told me we would be moving back to the United States. I had no memory of living there and the thought of leaving my life, in Canada, behind seemed unthinkable. But the move was inevitable and came too soon. My first day of 8th grade and going to a school in a new country was both terrifying and miserable. My once fairly outgoing and bright personality transformed into an introverted and sullen one. Thus, making friends became difficult. I felt consumed by loneliness and it became a constant reminder of my friends back in Canada. As a result, I found myself eating alone at school and spending most of my free time sulking around the house.

The summer before high school, I knew I had to change my attitude. I researched online and found a opportunity to volunteer with a local hospital. It was a special program where young students could experience the inner workings of the medical field. Although I had no specific interest in this field at the time, it was an exciting learning opportunity and turned out to be one of the best summers I had ever spent. The most fundamental moment I had there was when I met a certain female patient at the hospital. She seemed to be around my age, but it was clear she was very ill. My heart felt heavy as I approached her, although I was anxious, I mustered up the courage to start a conversation with her. And before we knew it, we were able to laugh, make jokes, and revel in our mutual love for the Jonas Brothers. Sadly, our conversation had to come to an end, but before I left, my new friend reached out towards me and said "Thanks" as she gave me a warm smile. It was at this moment, I realized that the cure to my misery was people, and the relationships I developed with them. I had not been this happy in a long time.

Meeting my new friend and spending time at the hospital allowed me to realize the significance of people in my life, and how these interactions could change everything. Through meeting my new friend, I was able to gain the confidence to open up to new people and realize how much I needed them in my life. Through this experience, I gained a passion for meeting new people as well as helping them, because of this, I realized that I want to pursue a career in the medical field as a pediatric doctor . Achieving a career where I am able to help others with devotion and compassion has become a dream of mine. Also, this experience has taught me that one's outlook on life affects everything they do. By going to the hospital every day, it made me look forward to each day and transformed my once negative viewpoint to a positive one. It made a huge difference in my encounters from that moment on. Lastly, it has taught me to be proactive; I realized that I would have never been able to have had this experience if I had not gone on my computer that fateful day and discovered this program. Therefore, I now have become very proactive, both in my school life and personal life, by enriching my school life with additional extracurricular activities and volunteer work.

Do you think i need a concluding sentence please let me know thanks?!!!
hanna4292   
Nov 20, 2011
Undergraduate / 'the expansion of my ability to help others' - Washington Personal Essay [3]

Many say family is always there for you, but I don't find it very true. In China, my family was very loving and caring despite the hardships caused by poverty and communism but they were forced to immigrate to America due to the lack of money. The family decided to leave my dad because he was the eldest son. After months of being scared, lonely, and depressed, he gradually developed a mental disorder. A year later, my dad met my mom. No one noticed the developing mental disorder until they got married. My dad's side of the family found out and instantly blamed my mom. Soon after, my mom had my brother and me. From when we were born till now, even though my grandpa and my family lived together, he hardly ever paid attention to us. I grew up not knowing my grandpa despised my family. He would blame whatever he could on my mom and call her unlucky. Not only did my grandpa dislike my mom, he also disliked me. I would always go upstairs to where he lived, to play, but every time I tried to set foot, he would yell at me and scare me with a bamboo stick. The only times he allowed me to go upstairs was to play with my cousin. But even then, I was isolated from him. When we ate, I always ate in the kitchen by myself while my grandpa would feed my cousin in the living room. A couple years later, I learned to become more independent but my mom gradually became less and less involved with our family. At the age of 10, I began to learn to cook, clean and take care of the house. I took some of the responsibility from my mom, so she could focus on her job because my dad was unable to work. At the age of 12, my mom unexpectedly told me she was going to divorce my dad because she could not* handle the burden anymore. I knew my dad couldn't take care of himself and my brother didn't have the will of taking care of someone else, so I took the weight* off my mom's shoulder and placed it onto mine; I took the role of a mother and a wife. But even with the weight* placed onto my shoulder, we struggled economically. My dad had to collect money from the government. I had to watch our spending and manage school. It was difficult waking up extra early to make food for my dad and brother, going to school, and coming home with homework and extra chores to do. I knew I had to work extra hard because I wanted a better future for myself; I didn't want to live through the experience again. Through the many years of responsibility and in- dependency*, I felt like I lacked my childhood. I was a child who didn't depend on anyone but a child who had dependents. Almost every day I went straight home after school to work on homework and do chores. My classmates always asked me to go over to their house but I would always tell them I was busy. With education, I know I could become more knowledgeable and in the long run, I can find many more ways to help people because I don't want them to go through what I went through. When people came to me for problems, I always wished I had someone to turn to, to help me out but I didn't. Knowing I have the ability to help others creates a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. But I know with education, I can expand my knowledge, which in turn, leads to the expansion of my ability to help others.

really good story maybe you could introduce your essay so it can pull in the reader
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