shadowx362
Nov 16, 2010
Undergraduate / UC Prompt #1 "My Journey to self-reliance" [4]
Thank you very much. I re-structured my essay and edited a lot. I am by no means done editing, but hopefully its better.
UC Prompt 1
My greatest hardship cannot define the person I have grown to be-I am a compilation of sore memories and experiences that have given me strength; just as two polar magnets use their earthly force to repelled each other, I have been repelled into following my dream of becoming a forensic pathologist by events that are seemingly unrelated to my intended profession.
In my childhood I was naïve, but delighted on the simplicity of being a kid. I was born and raised in Mexico, were I lived with my mother and two sisters. I lived a fairly sheltered life-- went to a private catholic school and had a comfy home in comparison to my neighbors. When I was six my family moved to California in order to be with my father. I struggled with English at school, but never gave up. I instead concentrated in doing well in school and keeping up my grades, I did not know what it meant at the time, but I knew that it was the right thing to do. I really enjoyed school and learned English quickly as I felt that it was my responsibly. I liked being the student who always went above and beyond in school projects; I was not accustomed to American expectations so I always made sure to try my best in order to be what I thought was average. I became comfortable enough that I participated in student council and ran for office; I tried to take every opportunity possible. At the same time that I discovered my liking for school my parents were going through a devastating divorce, my world was no longer "perfect." After intense custody, legal issues, my sisters and I lived with my father, while my mother moved to Texas. Upon entering high school I had to overcome another obstacle; my sisters moved with my mother, leaving me to rely on myself even further. I coped with the situation by hiding my feelings and focused on school more than ever to try and ignore my home life. The absence of my mother made me more independent and self reliant. I learned to do my own laundry, clean my own dishes and most importantly, gather enough self-motivation to continue to do well in school. My family disintegrated, but in a morbid, twisted way it helped me focus more on school.
Years passed on the same routine and when I reached high school I had perfected my self-reliance. I learned that the world was not here to serve me and instead I had to rely on myself for motivation. I no longer had to worry about my academic success, but realized that I grew up too quickly and had forgotten the beauty of friendships; I had become a recluse in order to avoid the pain that came with loosing someone. I discovered that there was more to life than the routine I had developed; I became involved in community service and clubs in order to connect with people out of my comfort zone, resulting in memorable friendships that will hopefully withstand the scrutiny of time.
I now am a senior in high school, still striving for my future, despite the constant personal setbacks. I have decided that I want to attend a four year college and later apply to medical school to become a forensic pathologist. In my seventeen years of life I have fought the urge to give up and instead discovered that I am capable of becoming a college graduate and do what I want to do and not what my demographics suggest. Being a forensic pathologist will hopefully bring closure to the families of loved ones, just like I sought balance in my life when it was full of uncertainty. Perhaps my life has not been what I imagined it to be, but I am proud to be the person I am now.
Thank you very much. I re-structured my essay and edited a lot. I am by no means done editing, but hopefully its better.
UC Prompt 1
My greatest hardship cannot define the person I have grown to be-I am a compilation of sore memories and experiences that have given me strength; just as two polar magnets use their earthly force to repelled each other, I have been repelled into following my dream of becoming a forensic pathologist by events that are seemingly unrelated to my intended profession.
In my childhood I was naïve, but delighted on the simplicity of being a kid. I was born and raised in Mexico, were I lived with my mother and two sisters. I lived a fairly sheltered life-- went to a private catholic school and had a comfy home in comparison to my neighbors. When I was six my family moved to California in order to be with my father. I struggled with English at school, but never gave up. I instead concentrated in doing well in school and keeping up my grades, I did not know what it meant at the time, but I knew that it was the right thing to do. I really enjoyed school and learned English quickly as I felt that it was my responsibly. I liked being the student who always went above and beyond in school projects; I was not accustomed to American expectations so I always made sure to try my best in order to be what I thought was average. I became comfortable enough that I participated in student council and ran for office; I tried to take every opportunity possible. At the same time that I discovered my liking for school my parents were going through a devastating divorce, my world was no longer "perfect." After intense custody, legal issues, my sisters and I lived with my father, while my mother moved to Texas. Upon entering high school I had to overcome another obstacle; my sisters moved with my mother, leaving me to rely on myself even further. I coped with the situation by hiding my feelings and focused on school more than ever to try and ignore my home life. The absence of my mother made me more independent and self reliant. I learned to do my own laundry, clean my own dishes and most importantly, gather enough self-motivation to continue to do well in school. My family disintegrated, but in a morbid, twisted way it helped me focus more on school.
Years passed on the same routine and when I reached high school I had perfected my self-reliance. I learned that the world was not here to serve me and instead I had to rely on myself for motivation. I no longer had to worry about my academic success, but realized that I grew up too quickly and had forgotten the beauty of friendships; I had become a recluse in order to avoid the pain that came with loosing someone. I discovered that there was more to life than the routine I had developed; I became involved in community service and clubs in order to connect with people out of my comfort zone, resulting in memorable friendships that will hopefully withstand the scrutiny of time.
I now am a senior in high school, still striving for my future, despite the constant personal setbacks. I have decided that I want to attend a four year college and later apply to medical school to become a forensic pathologist. In my seventeen years of life I have fought the urge to give up and instead discovered that I am capable of becoming a college graduate and do what I want to do and not what my demographics suggest. Being a forensic pathologist will hopefully bring closure to the families of loved ones, just like I sought balance in my life when it was full of uncertainty. Perhaps my life has not been what I imagined it to be, but I am proud to be the person I am now.