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. My writing is not great, so bare with it :(
Parents, the ones who pass on particular traits to their children, determine a child's biggest strength. My parents gave me the gift of perspective. It started when both my parents flew into America from a rural county in China, Fuzhou. My father came to America on November 1989,and my mother shorty came after him on March 1992. Neither of my parents had college education in China. My parents left everything behind when they came into the promised land. They worked in a sweltering metal restaurant for 12 hours a day to make ends meet. All of their funds poured into their children's education;a education that was not granted so easily to them. At an early age, I learned how lucky I was.The sugar-coated veil around the world faded from my eyes. To be successful was to word hard and stay head-strong. I live in a plot of land, and have a plethora supply of water. My stomach is never empty, and I can attend a system called education; a system most people in the world can not attend to. Because of their values in education, I will become trend along a path to become a Biomedical Engineer.
With the new profound motivation, I applied myself to get into BC Calculus and AP Biology. With every test, neurotransmitters flood into the synapses; each containing its own unique code of instructions to achieve success. My mind makes connections between two seemingly different objects. A certain problem stumps me on a test. I pour my resources into finding the answer to the test. My parents taught me how to function in times of stress. They were the symbol of the American dream. Drenched in sweat, they took received orders and managed a chef position in searing temperatures, I, on the other hand, continue master my brain to it's full potential. Even though I can't find it during a confined period, the question continues to lurk and pester my curiosity until I finally find a way to solve it. In addition to excelling in my studies, I learn from my dad life skills.
Outside of a confined school, my mind roams to find connections, and release stress. While I volunteer at Umass, I weave myself connections from the supervisors of my labor. I scout for jobs through volunteering. In addition, I attempt to find connections through Wendy's, a fast food joint I work at. I connect with PHD students and learn from their mistakes. I part In my free time, however, I lift weights. the weights pump adrenaline into the bloodstream. The stress just diffuses into the air. I set goals of maximum weights to bench, squat, and deadlift. When lifting the maximum weight, my blood rushes to my brain, and I lift the world off of atlas's shoulders. Afterwards, my body is broken of fatigue and I trend along with my stress dissipated; my mind, however, is sharp as needle afterwards. My parent's motivation is flaming within me. I invest that same flame to my pursuit to happiness; right now, to become a biomedical engineer, a person who will save lives from the his or her work.
Once narrowed to Boston University, I plan to achieve a master's degree and research my life-long goal, to improve someone's life through my work. Although I currently am unable to apply myself to this extent, I will get there through blood, sweat, and tears.
Parents, the ones who pass on particular traits to their children, determine a child's biggest strength. My parents gave me the gift of perspective. It started when both my parents flew into America from a rural county in China, Fuzhou. My father came to America on November 1989,and my mother shorty came after him on March 1992. Neither of my parents had college education in China. My parents left everything behind when they came into the promised land. They worked in a sweltering metal restaurant for 12 hours a day to make ends meet. All of their funds poured into their children's education;a education that was not granted so easily to them. At an early age, I learned how lucky I was.The sugar-coated veil around the world faded from my eyes. To be successful was to word hard and stay head-strong. I live in a plot of land, and have a plethora supply of water. My stomach is never empty, and I can attend a system called education; a system most people in the world can not attend to. Because of their values in education, I will become trend along a path to become a Biomedical Engineer.
With the new profound motivation, I applied myself to get into BC Calculus and AP Biology. With every test, neurotransmitters flood into the synapses; each containing its own unique code of instructions to achieve success. My mind makes connections between two seemingly different objects. A certain problem stumps me on a test. I pour my resources into finding the answer to the test. My parents taught me how to function in times of stress. They were the symbol of the American dream. Drenched in sweat, they took received orders and managed a chef position in searing temperatures, I, on the other hand, continue master my brain to it's full potential. Even though I can't find it during a confined period, the question continues to lurk and pester my curiosity until I finally find a way to solve it. In addition to excelling in my studies, I learn from my dad life skills.
Outside of a confined school, my mind roams to find connections, and release stress. While I volunteer at Umass, I weave myself connections from the supervisors of my labor. I scout for jobs through volunteering. In addition, I attempt to find connections through Wendy's, a fast food joint I work at. I connect with PHD students and learn from their mistakes. I part In my free time, however, I lift weights. the weights pump adrenaline into the bloodstream. The stress just diffuses into the air. I set goals of maximum weights to bench, squat, and deadlift. When lifting the maximum weight, my blood rushes to my brain, and I lift the world off of atlas's shoulders. Afterwards, my body is broken of fatigue and I trend along with my stress dissipated; my mind, however, is sharp as needle afterwards. My parent's motivation is flaming within me. I invest that same flame to my pursuit to happiness; right now, to become a biomedical engineer, a person who will save lives from the his or her work.
Once narrowed to Boston University, I plan to achieve a master's degree and research my life-long goal, to improve someone's life through my work. Although I currently am unable to apply myself to this extent, I will get there through blood, sweat, and tears.
