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Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
They stared at me constantly from the corner of the room. I remained far from that clumsy and dark rectangular room, too far to witness their ungainly faces, yet I felt their pity for me. Weeping, I was left alone to preserve with the obnoxious surroundings-a police station.
"It's better to live with a single parent than living with both parents in an uncomfortable relationship"; came the words which can scare the wits out of any six year old girl. Nevertheless, the cop told them without showing some prudence. Maybe he was unable to understand the tender emotions of a kid surrounded by lock-ups and those frightening MojoJojos. I'd in no way had imagined that my parents would complain of "Domestic Violence" against each other. Domestic Violence, what's that? However, even the Power Puff Girls couldn't have saved me from the invidious situation where I was being asked to select one between my parents. The cop uttered several terms such as divorce, hearing, and alimony, though my tiny brain could let in only two-name one. Clearly, those days sullied my innocence, my dreams, and my fairy tales alike.
FORTUNATELY or UNFORTUNATELY, they refused to divorce and remained ambivalent regarding their marriage. But it neither stopped those frequent court letters from bundling up in the mailbox nor my tears from spoiling my books. Somewhere deep inside it developed into my biggest adversary.
Childhood memories are to cherish throughout one's life, however that isn't the case here. I hated summer breaks, days my friends spent backpacking and I sulked in thoughts of their exciting and adventurous plans. Our family hardly went for vacations, but when we did, only images that flashes are not on those pristine beaches, or hilltop resorts, or parks but of their inevitabledisputes. I tremendously endured the sufferings. With each year passing by my grades had a steep decline. I was wounded emotionally and gradually turned anomic. Soon, devastating summers comparably turned peaceful when dad separated. Time I spent witnessing the deepening of mom's inverted smile (as I call it). No doubt, pictures of dad skating or attending the annual parents-teacher meeting are something my subconscious album lacks. My mind always occupied with his thoughts. He still dons his favorite blue shirt on Mondays? How much beard, he must have grown? Now who helps him find his lost files? And above all, does he miss his daughter? In general, five years seemed five centuries of my life. However, those years gave certain maturity no other child of my age had- the Power of acceptance.
"When we oppose and resist reality, life becomes an endless series of disappointments, frustrations and sorrows. Once we learn to accept and embrace, we find real happiness." David Richo author of "Five Things we cannot Change" This has changed my perception towards endurance. Adopting an attitude of acceptance can neutralize unpleasant experiences and transform them into pleasant ones. If our own selves don't make an effort to acknowledge, we'll go on chasing shadows and far away mirages forever, never realizing that they only appear beautiful when it's distant from us.
I accepted my world the way it persisted and found myself in a constant state of elation and peace. This knowledge provided me with the opportunity to bring them back together with just a mere conversation of my thought. I learned significantly in life from their "FAILED" marriage, the way people refer; nonetheless with the passage of time we are embracing further love and acceptance.
Is it too bad?...i'm nervous...
Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
They stared at me constantly from the corner of the room. I remained far from that clumsy and dark rectangular room, too far to witness their ungainly faces, yet I felt their pity for me. Weeping, I was left alone to preserve with the obnoxious surroundings-a police station.
"It's better to live with a single parent than living with both parents in an uncomfortable relationship"; came the words which can scare the wits out of any six year old girl. Nevertheless, the cop told them without showing some prudence. Maybe he was unable to understand the tender emotions of a kid surrounded by lock-ups and those frightening MojoJojos. I'd in no way had imagined that my parents would complain of "Domestic Violence" against each other. Domestic Violence, what's that? However, even the Power Puff Girls couldn't have saved me from the invidious situation where I was being asked to select one between my parents. The cop uttered several terms such as divorce, hearing, and alimony, though my tiny brain could let in only two-name one. Clearly, those days sullied my innocence, my dreams, and my fairy tales alike.
FORTUNATELY or UNFORTUNATELY, they refused to divorce and remained ambivalent regarding their marriage. But it neither stopped those frequent court letters from bundling up in the mailbox nor my tears from spoiling my books. Somewhere deep inside it developed into my biggest adversary.
Childhood memories are to cherish throughout one's life, however that isn't the case here. I hated summer breaks, days my friends spent backpacking and I sulked in thoughts of their exciting and adventurous plans. Our family hardly went for vacations, but when we did, only images that flashes are not on those pristine beaches, or hilltop resorts, or parks but of their inevitabledisputes. I tremendously endured the sufferings. With each year passing by my grades had a steep decline. I was wounded emotionally and gradually turned anomic. Soon, devastating summers comparably turned peaceful when dad separated. Time I spent witnessing the deepening of mom's inverted smile (as I call it). No doubt, pictures of dad skating or attending the annual parents-teacher meeting are something my subconscious album lacks. My mind always occupied with his thoughts. He still dons his favorite blue shirt on Mondays? How much beard, he must have grown? Now who helps him find his lost files? And above all, does he miss his daughter? In general, five years seemed five centuries of my life. However, those years gave certain maturity no other child of my age had- the Power of acceptance.
"When we oppose and resist reality, life becomes an endless series of disappointments, frustrations and sorrows. Once we learn to accept and embrace, we find real happiness." David Richo author of "Five Things we cannot Change" This has changed my perception towards endurance. Adopting an attitude of acceptance can neutralize unpleasant experiences and transform them into pleasant ones. If our own selves don't make an effort to acknowledge, we'll go on chasing shadows and far away mirages forever, never realizing that they only appear beautiful when it's distant from us.
I accepted my world the way it persisted and found myself in a constant state of elation and peace. This knowledge provided me with the opportunity to bring them back together with just a mere conversation of my thought. I learned significantly in life from their "FAILED" marriage, the way people refer; nonetheless with the passage of time we are embracing further love and acceptance.
Is it too bad?...i'm nervous...
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