The prompt is what is an obstacle you have overcome in life? And what have you learned from it? This is a super personal essay so be nice.
It's 4:30 AM and my alarm clock is blaring in my ear. I stagger out of bed, feeling sleep deprived from studying late for my exam. I splash frigid water on my face, feeling the sensation of pins and needles. I'm awake. I go downstairs and begin cooking breakfast for my grandma and myself. My dad has already left for work, and my mom is away on a trip. I help my grandma out of bed and help her to the bathroom. I bathe and dress her. All awhile, the savory aroma of the sausage I forgot was cooking fills the air. I wheel my grandma to the table, and run hastily to the stove. I glance at the time. 5:30 AM. I spoon food into my grandma's mouth and sprint frantically to the medicine cabinet to get her pills. I dart upstairs, change into my school outfit, and sloppily do my makeup. 6:30. Perfect. By the time I arrive at school, I'm physically drained. I look around and wonder if people went through mornings like mine.
There are times when I wish my grandma wasn't so dependent on me. Helping my grandma should be seen as a caring act, not a responsibility. Nobody ever thinks about seeing their grandparent naked, but I have to. My grandma has regressed into an almost baby-like state, and no one tells you how mentally straining it is to take care of an elderly. I'm a teen that is supposed to be carefree, but how do I balance being a teen and an adult?
With college, I know I am capable of of the challenges that will come my way. Success is built on external influence, not innate talent. Helping my grandma has made me stronger. I've established a hardworking ethic and have become wiser. With this hardship, I look at it with a silver lining. My grandma has taught me to value life for what it's worth, and to have courage to take risks. With this, I want to make my life purposeful, and that begins with following my dreams.
It's 4:30 AM and my alarm clock is blaring in my ear. I stagger out of bed, feeling sleep deprived from studying late for my exam. I splash frigid water on my face, feeling the sensation of pins and needles. I'm awake. I go downstairs and begin cooking breakfast for my grandma and myself. My dad has already left for work, and my mom is away on a trip. I help my grandma out of bed and help her to the bathroom. I bathe and dress her. All awhile, the savory aroma of the sausage I forgot was cooking fills the air. I wheel my grandma to the table, and run hastily to the stove. I glance at the time. 5:30 AM. I spoon food into my grandma's mouth and sprint frantically to the medicine cabinet to get her pills. I dart upstairs, change into my school outfit, and sloppily do my makeup. 6:30. Perfect. By the time I arrive at school, I'm physically drained. I look around and wonder if people went through mornings like mine.
There are times when I wish my grandma wasn't so dependent on me. Helping my grandma should be seen as a caring act, not a responsibility. Nobody ever thinks about seeing their grandparent naked, but I have to. My grandma has regressed into an almost baby-like state, and no one tells you how mentally straining it is to take care of an elderly. I'm a teen that is supposed to be carefree, but how do I balance being a teen and an adult?
With college, I know I am capable of of the challenges that will come my way. Success is built on external influence, not innate talent. Helping my grandma has made me stronger. I've established a hardworking ethic and have become wiser. With this hardship, I look at it with a silver lining. My grandma has taught me to value life for what it's worth, and to have courage to take risks. With this, I want to make my life purposeful, and that begins with following my dreams.
