Prompt:
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.
Essay:
For me, life happened the same way you fall asleep... Slowly, then all at once.
There I was on my 12th birthday watching as my family gawked over what I consider to be a mediocre achievement of my brother. At that moment I knew I was almost but soon forgotten in my families eyes. I did not know if I could handle being the "forgotten" child, I had heard a lot of stories about middle children and how they always turned out to be the "messed up" one of the family.
Being brought up as the "forgotten" child I was forced to be an adult at the age of 12. Now as I look back at my childhood I realize the lack of attention I received in a sense gave me a superpower i'm so grateful to have now. Even though at the time I still looked at my parents for a sense of belonging I knew if they disappeared I would be able to take care of myself. My main issues occurred when it came to self love and self worth. Being ignored by my parents made me seek love elsewhere, I sought out someone or something to give me the self confidence I lacked and the love I felt I never received. At the time my parents were very free with me. For example they would let me go Downtown Chicago every weekend until 11pm or 12am not having a clue of where I was or what I was doing.
It was late September, the weather was cool, and it was that time of year I would sit in a Downtown Chicago park and admire the leaves changing colors, squirrels whisking from tree to tree, and Chicago natives walking their dogs with sweaters. It was that day I was sexually assaulted. After that day, I became reserved, shy and very angry towards everyone and everything including my parents and God. I began indirectly begging them for attention by fighting with my mother, sneaking out of the house, ignoring family, and even attempts of suicide. After being sexually assaulted I believed it was my fault, that I lead him towards me, that if I didn't dress a certain way or if I didn't greet that man with a smile this would have never happened.
Thankfully, one day I heard a beautiful quote by Rumi that said, "The garden of the world has no limits, except your mind" and at that moment I decided take my life into my own hands. I realized that self love comes from within, no one can give it to you not even you parents. I began to connect with God and most importantly I began to forgive myself. I took self defense classes with the knowledge that no one can hurt me but the ones I allow to hurt me. I started back talking to my now best friend of 8 years. I began walking with my head up, I finally started to see myself as the beautiful girl inside and out that I was destined to be. I now know if it wasn't for that dark time I would've never became the light of my own life. I now am a soft-hearted, confident, and intelligent young woman who is finally in the driver seat of her own life.
It's ironic how the worst part of your life can become your greatest motivation.
Help:
Does it answer the question?
Is it too much?
Is it detailed?
Does it make sense?
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.
Essay:
For me, life happened the same way you fall asleep... Slowly, then all at once.
There I was on my 12th birthday watching as my family gawked over what I consider to be a mediocre achievement of my brother. At that moment I knew I was almost but soon forgotten in my families eyes. I did not know if I could handle being the "forgotten" child, I had heard a lot of stories about middle children and how they always turned out to be the "messed up" one of the family.
Being brought up as the "forgotten" child I was forced to be an adult at the age of 12. Now as I look back at my childhood I realize the lack of attention I received in a sense gave me a superpower i'm so grateful to have now. Even though at the time I still looked at my parents for a sense of belonging I knew if they disappeared I would be able to take care of myself. My main issues occurred when it came to self love and self worth. Being ignored by my parents made me seek love elsewhere, I sought out someone or something to give me the self confidence I lacked and the love I felt I never received. At the time my parents were very free with me. For example they would let me go Downtown Chicago every weekend until 11pm or 12am not having a clue of where I was or what I was doing.
It was late September, the weather was cool, and it was that time of year I would sit in a Downtown Chicago park and admire the leaves changing colors, squirrels whisking from tree to tree, and Chicago natives walking their dogs with sweaters. It was that day I was sexually assaulted. After that day, I became reserved, shy and very angry towards everyone and everything including my parents and God. I began indirectly begging them for attention by fighting with my mother, sneaking out of the house, ignoring family, and even attempts of suicide. After being sexually assaulted I believed it was my fault, that I lead him towards me, that if I didn't dress a certain way or if I didn't greet that man with a smile this would have never happened.
Thankfully, one day I heard a beautiful quote by Rumi that said, "The garden of the world has no limits, except your mind" and at that moment I decided take my life into my own hands. I realized that self love comes from within, no one can give it to you not even you parents. I began to connect with God and most importantly I began to forgive myself. I took self defense classes with the knowledge that no one can hurt me but the ones I allow to hurt me. I started back talking to my now best friend of 8 years. I began walking with my head up, I finally started to see myself as the beautiful girl inside and out that I was destined to be. I now know if it wasn't for that dark time I would've never became the light of my own life. I now am a soft-hearted, confident, and intelligent young woman who is finally in the driver seat of her own life.
It's ironic how the worst part of your life can become your greatest motivation.
Help:
Does it answer the question?
Is it too much?
Is it detailed?
Does it make sense?