chibi_miri
Sep 22, 2015
Undergraduate / Im not just a Dreamer......Ewha Womans University: Clothing and Textile department [4]
I'm still not done with my essay, I still have many points that need correcting and need to add more...but I open to much needed help.
-Motivations with which you apply for this program
- Personal background in family and education
- Significant experiences you have had; risks you have taken and achievements you have made, persons or events that have had a significant influence on you
- Extracurricular activities such as club activities, community service activities or work experiences
- If applicable, describe awards you have received, publications you have made, or skills you have acquired, etc.
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It was still 1996, that same year my mother set out on a journey, it was that journey that became the foundation of the person I am today, and no it wasn't my birth, instead my mother had bigger plans, with a 2 year old and a child that still hadn't spoken her first words or even walk properly, we "crossed the border". My mother didn't want to be separated from her husband nor did she want her little girls to be raised without their father, she knew the risk it would be but she took them anyway.
Being only an infant I don't remember the journey or even my first few years living in the U.S., but it's a classic my mother would always tell us the incredible journey she took, on how on an inflatable boat we crossed the river in the middle of the night. I may not remember the journey or my first year in the states, but what I do remember is how I loved to watch her sew, my eyes would be glued to just watching how that needle would tear through the fabric only to create a piece of clothing, even watching her hem a pair of jeans, I would just pull on her arm trying to get a better look on the magic she was performing, sometimes she would have to sew with me hanging on to her arm tugging it down just to get a peek on how the needle would go in one side and out the other, I was like a kitten following the glowing dot.
My mother didn't hand me a candy or the tv remote, in distract me, instead she handed me a hope and a needle, I still remember having that embroidery hoop being too big for my stubby little hands. I was so excited, I did everything she told me, only difference was that I would poke myself every five second, I would think to myself how can you know where the needle is supposed to come out, my mother would laugh at my attempts of embroidery, how i would stick the needle in and turn the whole hoop around only to repeat the process. Unlike "normal" girls my age that would collect stuffed animals or dolls, I would collect hoops, needles, and threads, every size and color, I just had to have them all...
As time passed, i didn't just want to make a handkerchief or decorate a pillowcase, I wanted to make something bigger, I wanted to make pants, shirts and dresses, I really wanted to make dresses, so I would get all the dolls I could find mine, my sisters, even my brothers action figures weren't safe. and I started to make cloths for them, I remember making my first pair of shorts for my brothers max steal, I stole some of my mom's fabric, got the scissors, a pair of my brothers shorts to use as a guide and since I couldn't find the color thread I needed I ended up using a red thread on my black jean fabric, I took all these items in my room and closed the door, this was a moment of discovery, of trial and error and I did not want to be disturbed.
I'm still not done with my essay, I still have many points that need correcting and need to add more...but I open to much needed help.
-Motivations with which you apply for this program
- Personal background in family and education
- Significant experiences you have had; risks you have taken and achievements you have made, persons or events that have had a significant influence on you
- Extracurricular activities such as club activities, community service activities or work experiences
- If applicable, describe awards you have received, publications you have made, or skills you have acquired, etc.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________
It was still 1996, that same year my mother set out on a journey, it was that journey that became the foundation of the person I am today, and no it wasn't my birth, instead my mother had bigger plans, with a 2 year old and a child that still hadn't spoken her first words or even walk properly, we "crossed the border". My mother didn't want to be separated from her husband nor did she want her little girls to be raised without their father, she knew the risk it would be but she took them anyway.
Being only an infant I don't remember the journey or even my first few years living in the U.S., but it's a classic my mother would always tell us the incredible journey she took, on how on an inflatable boat we crossed the river in the middle of the night. I may not remember the journey or my first year in the states, but what I do remember is how I loved to watch her sew, my eyes would be glued to just watching how that needle would tear through the fabric only to create a piece of clothing, even watching her hem a pair of jeans, I would just pull on her arm trying to get a better look on the magic she was performing, sometimes she would have to sew with me hanging on to her arm tugging it down just to get a peek on how the needle would go in one side and out the other, I was like a kitten following the glowing dot.
My mother didn't hand me a candy or the tv remote, in distract me, instead she handed me a hope and a needle, I still remember having that embroidery hoop being too big for my stubby little hands. I was so excited, I did everything she told me, only difference was that I would poke myself every five second, I would think to myself how can you know where the needle is supposed to come out, my mother would laugh at my attempts of embroidery, how i would stick the needle in and turn the whole hoop around only to repeat the process. Unlike "normal" girls my age that would collect stuffed animals or dolls, I would collect hoops, needles, and threads, every size and color, I just had to have them all...
As time passed, i didn't just want to make a handkerchief or decorate a pillowcase, I wanted to make something bigger, I wanted to make pants, shirts and dresses, I really wanted to make dresses, so I would get all the dolls I could find mine, my sisters, even my brothers action figures weren't safe. and I started to make cloths for them, I remember making my first pair of shorts for my brothers max steal, I stole some of my mom's fabric, got the scissors, a pair of my brothers shorts to use as a guide and since I couldn't find the color thread I needed I ended up using a red thread on my black jean fabric, I took all these items in my room and closed the door, this was a moment of discovery, of trial and error and I did not want to be disturbed.
