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"You're not going to college!" - CNR application essay [15]
The essay requires me to write about:Describe an event that has changed your life. How has
this event influenced your plans for a college education? I am limited to 500 words, but I asked the school and they allow a little bit over the required amount. I have 545 words. I would appreciate your honesty. Thank you!
I thought I lost eternal hope that day. It was the yelling of her elusive words that made the emotions of antagonism and astonishment shower my body. My comprehension to her words was like a fork picking up soup. However, it was the same words that held my fingers together to answer all the math problems in my Pre-Calculus textbook at 2 a.m. Regardless, the black sky did not stop me from sleeping.
I reminisced the weight of my mother's words as I turned the pages to the next logarithmic equation. "You're not going to college!" caused this infrequent trepidation in the ends of my arm hair. The Atlantic Ocean transported on to my face.
It was that same day that my younger sister deceptively instanced messaged boys from her class. She said it was because she yearned for assistance with her physics homework. I rolled my ideas at her insane idea. It was her typical excuse to overcome hostility with my pious parents about mingling with the opposite gender.
As she typed, I tip-toed behind her, preventing any sudden movements. With immense force and redness on my face, I grabbed the mouse from her, attempting to fulfill an older sister role. However she stubbornly pulled it back. "Who are you talking to!?" My teeth tightened. Gradually, the pulling and yelling exacerbated. I knew she was hiding something as resentment transferred to the pulling of my uneven curls. I persistently held her hand but she remained confident to burry me under her vigor.
In surrender, I screamed my older sister's name. The original scene resulted into a wrestling match with now an audience that contained my mother. My mother's unified eyebrows rushed into my sister's face. I gradually departed from her fingers. I meticulously stared at my mother's light skin transforming into reddish tones.
It was quite obvious that my mother was fed up with my sister's redundancy and illusiveness. She struggled to allow patience dominate her anger. She stood in the middle of the room and yelled out those words because of her dissatisfaction with her daughters. She believed that my sister was a replication of my actions, thus she did not wish for me to focus on college. She believed that I would end up as a misleading daughter. She believed that if I attended a university, I would abuse my newly given independence and freedoms. I despised how my mother placed me in the lower level of my sister in which she herself had created. She believed I too was unfit for college. She thought it would harm me rather than benefit me.
"You're not going to college!" repeated in my mind, as sanguinity gave me the ability to turn the pages, late at night. Neither phrase, nor assumptions were going to act as hindrances in my life. Motivation replaced my sensitivity. I was mentally encouraged to prove to my mother that I will attend college. I diligently thought of this desired success for my academic future. My mother's words stinged me into discovering the horrid possibility of not pursuing a college education. I plan to go to college to show who I really am. My mother needs to depart her ideal images of intertwining me and my sister's personalities as one.
