Undergraduate / between fact and fiction - This is supposed to be one paragraph, how to cut it? [NEW]

My academic interests vary between fact and fiction. I constantly seek the truth and how to tie it into my life and the ones surrounding me. My choice of study is physical therapy; my interest in this started the summer of my freshman year of high school when I took a health class to get ahead. We learned about the bone structures and physical make up of the body and how it all functioned together. I had never in my whole high school career been more fascinated with taking on, and learning about a topic than I was with learning about the human body. I've always been aware of the principles of business, real estate, money management and financial matters. So, I decided to go to the School of Business and Management at Townview Magnet Center, my sophomore year. I chose to study accounting, in which I took an interest until the end of the second semester when the teaching was rushed and the lessons confusing. My second year in accounting was a blur. I hardly understood what was going on, but I managed to maintain an A average, however. That explains accounting as my minor. Thoughts always came back to me about how much I liked "health" that one summer and thought to myself, "Gosh, I should have applied to the School of Health Professions at Townview instead." it was too late, unfortunately. I'd already been through two years of Accounting and its Career Awareness Programs, and understood the basics. I liked it when it made sense. It was something that I would have to work very hard at to comprehend and enjoy. The truth was I did not truly enjoy learning about accounting. I enjoyed learning about body functions and what reacts to what and how...why? I'd like to know how I can help my mom's stress knots go down in the back of her neck, or what to do to help my aunts back feel better, or what else my grandpa could do for his arthritis besides have me rub and pull his fingers. I've always wanted to know what was wrong with people bodies and how I could help fix it.

USC is the place to be for this. The website told me its self that USC was, "A World of Possibilities Beyond my Front Door" Located in the thriving metropolis of Los Angeles, the Health Sciences Campus is just moments from unique cultural destinations and internationally renowned hospitals. So whatever I choose to experience, I should feel connected. USC has also been a leader in the transition to doctoral level education in physical therapy. The Doctor of Physical Therapy program and USC is one of the premier programs in the country.

Why wouldn't I want to attend the prestigious University of Southern California to obtain the best education? I do believe that USC has the best. It would be a great honor for an excellent student to attend an excellent school. Studying, practicing, and researching at USC has always been my dream

Undergraduate / USC; write about an experience that helped me learn and what exactly I did [2]

Write an essay about an event or experience that helped you learn what is important to you and why it is important.

they asked me to write about an experience that helped me learn and thats what i did, my mom said i look like a teen who doesnt know what to do with her life and doesnt know how to focus becuase she too consumed with boys. Do you think the same from this essay?

This is not what college want to read is it.

I know its not. bt i have no idea what to write about..

blog about my heart break

I recall the exact date and time that I realized what was important to me and why it was. It was Friday December 19, 2008, at 6:45 p.m. I was a junior in high school on the internet, in my computer room, crying, with the lights off; my mom was in her room with the door closed on the phone. I had time to myself. I had began to write a blog about my recent heart break, and right in the middle of typing my heart out, It dawned on me that I didn't have to feel the way I did because I had so much more to look forward to, So much to appreciate though I felt unappreciated myself. I had allowed myself to come to an emotional down. We as humans always do, not realizing that it is not others who control our emotions, but it is we ourselves. Sometimes we don't realize that we give people the power to control how we act.

Below is the blog that I'd written, mentioning the guys that I'd dated throughout high school and explaining my realization of their importance to me. This blog explains how I realized what was indeed important to me.

Sadiel... What was I thinking? Why did I leave you when you only wanted to talk?. How did I avoid you for so long when I thought you were the best thing that had ever happened to me?

Darian... what on earth was I thinking? Why did I love you so hard, so unconditionally? How was I so bounteous with myself? Why did I hurt so much? Why did I believe your lies & put away my pride?

WHAT WAS I THINKING?

These questions are for the two main guys that I feel have helped me grow so much personally. I do believe that in the nearing of the end of 2008 I am utterly wretched with even the idea of boys.

Darian, why did I believe every word you said to me? How could I have been so naďve to be filled with the "sweet nothings" you expressed to me? I gave you so much of my time, my heart, and my trust. I made myself available and there for you always. I knew I could be everything you needed. But I guess I wasn't everything you wanted. I knew you weren't a faithful person. I knew about a few of those girls, and even spoke to a couple. And I stayed... Why? I wanted it to work out so bad. I don't even understand why I wanted to be with you. Of all people, you're not even a "good man" like mothers tell their daughters to look for. You had nothing to offer. What was I thinking? I had so much to say, but I spoke it to the air me because you would not listen. I can't believe I cared so much. I can't believe I would be there for you like that. I'm not there for ANYBODY like that. And now I wonder if I will ever be. I know karma will come back on you. I know one day you will hurt as bad as I'm hurting or maybe even worse.

Sadiel, I think karma got me back through Darian for you. Sometimes I wonder if I made you feel this bad. Now I know what you felt, or still feel for me. Words cannot express how sorry I am.

At this point I don't have patients for anybody. I could try to be kind, but that's hard when you feel so bad. They do say "hurt people, hurt people". That's already happening with me. I hurt others especially when they're being really nice to me.

When it all comes together, it all boils down to the main man who let me down the most; The man who was supposed to care and be there because it was his job as a human; The man every person is to look up to and depend on in his/her childhood.

You left me first; before anybody else... you lied to me first; before any boy could... you put yourself first before I could really realize that that's what all of you do. I became desperate to fill the void that you left in me.

What was I thinking?

My mother is trying so hard for me; to hide and protect me from the troubles of the world, pushing me to do my best in order to be better than her. Her dreams for me are to be made reality by that I do stand. My grandmother is trying so hard for me; to be someone I can vent to, someone who will just listen and give encouragement when it's needed, someone to show me how to be a respectable young lady... how to be presentable in the eyes of everybody, flawlessly. They never seem to fail.

Even though it's partly broken I now know that family is important above all. No matter how they come they are my foundation. Your family determines who you are... and who you can or will become. They help you find yourself and who you truly are. No one can love me more selflessly then my own mother who sacrificed to raise me daily for all of these years. The better I understand her, the better I can understand myself. Blood is thicker than water and I should definitely hold tighter and appreciate what I have, not every child experiences the love and support of a family. How could I have taken them for granted? How could I have put aside the faith that I had in God, to carry me through, to look for in times of need. That's who I found, and that's who I'll always find. When all else fails it comes back to him. My relationship with him and my family is all I need to get by. Understanding his plan and the plan that my family has set for me is all I should be focused on.

Gosh.

What was I thinking before?