College Admissions Essay: How My Mom Changed My Life

Life is not wasted. I am very honorable to serve my disabled and honorable veteran father every day. He does not waste a single second. He is constantly working even though he is a retired veteran. It gives me the fullest joy when I get to serve and assist in his variety of building projects. I don 't want to waste this essay about myself but I want to tell how great my father is. I am adopted and I am glad I was adopted by an amazing uncle. He knows and holds on to the greatest wisdom which he gives me many pieces of advice. Through the service through the armed forces he knows that if I have an ambitious goal, I should never give up. This was the motto that he always had when he was in the army. With this advice, I continue work in the school

Growing up as Hmong-American youth, I was raised by a father who joined the military when he was twelve years old. He was forced into the Vietnam war fighting for safety, peace, and a relationship with the United States of America. Through this military influence and discipline at such a young age, my father accepted the military lifestyle. He carried it over from the Vietnam war to my family today. Growing up, my father was always strict on me, especially when it came to my appearances and education. Indeed, if people saw how my father raised me, they would think he was a typical, stereotype Asian father who wanted his son to get A’s. But, to me, it was not anything like that. Instead, I saw that my father wanted me to do well in education because he understood that this world has a system, and by being successful in the education system, I can survive in any system since the education system is by far one of the

Growing up, I saw how my mom struggled to find a career she enjoys with just her high school diploma, even though she is a very intelligent person. Seeing her unhappy and unfulfilled made me determined to change the order that I make my choices in life. Don’t get me wrong, I want to have a family eventually. But instead of having a child first, like all of the women in my family before me, I want to complete my education and start my career. Family will come after. I would like to say that I figured this out on my own but my mom’s support and almost daily go-to lecture of, “I want you to be independent so you don’t have to depend on a man,” worked on me. So did her actions. My mom always made school a priority for my siblings and me. We were not allowed to be late to school, stay home for

My story starts when my parents decided to move from Poland to America to raise a child. For me this was not of much significance because I thought life overseas was the same is it was here. I did not understand why they would come to a country where they had to learn another language and start their lives over. As I got older I started to think about why people come here instead of staying in their native countries, it was not until I experienced it for myself that I knew how important my education was.

I am David Myles Thompson, I and take much pride in my first and middle just as much as my last name. My mother always tells me that “It’s important to never look like what you’ve been through,” you smile at the world and it’ll smile back, cry at the world and you’ll cry alone. And I believe that the circumstances that I had been victim to have made me who I am today and ultimately paved the road for the future. That road, which is my destiny- what I make it up to be and these are the goals that I have for myself, academic/career/ and life goals.

A small bag of sand is positioned humbly on my work desk. Regarding the sand’s origins, I am unable to give a definitive answer, but of its destiny, I am perfectly cognizant. Though I only became aware of the sand’s existence at the age of eighteen, it had dwelt in my life for quite some time before then. It had left its mark behind me, traveled kindly beside me, and eagerly waited before me. Although the sand had proven to be a profound resource throughout my entire life, I was completely unaware of its value. Even as I observed the small granules of sediment flow far too quickly from the hands of my fellow man, I was oblivious of its worth.

The documentary “To Educate a Girl” was very touching to watch. In many aspects I can relate. As a young woman growing up, I use to wonder why my mom never went to college or why my cousins just stayed home and worked the farm. I us to ponder why people in the community would talk so harsh of girls but then be so lenient with the boys. Growing up in a house with eight uncles, my mom, grandmother, and grandfather was difficult. My mom worked hard and always told me if its one thing she will make sure of is that I get the best education she can afford.

A meaningful event that impacted my life greatly to this very day is when my grandparents took custody over my mom. .My grandparents took custody of me in 2002,I was only about 3 months old so as you can probably tell I can’t remember each and every detail.Even though I can’t remember any of it,I know mostly everything because all of it has been told to me by multiple supporting resources including my mom, and my grandparents.

As a young girl I was blessed with parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles who encouraged me, laughed at my antics, taught me lessons, and compelled me to predict everyone I met would like me.However, the real world introduced Ruth Anne Rooney where I discovered the secret that not everyone treated me like the people who loved me most. I felt entitled to a fairy tale life because being taught if I followed the rules, loved Jesus, and changed my underwear daily—happily ever after becomes attainable .

On a Thursday afternoon, I had a phone conversation with a nineteen-year-old, Korean-American, female college student who will be referred to by the name Julie. Julie is the first born of three children within her family. Both of her parents immigrated to the United States in their early adolescent years, making them members of the 1.5 generation. She described her parents are very loving, protective, and generous. She described her mother as being warm and affectionate. She talked of her father with high regard, as well, but described him as being firmer than her mother. The main topic of our conversation was centered on her parents’ involvement in her education. As an AP and IB student, Julie was very determined to succeed in her academic

When my mom and her siblings arrived here, they were in some sort of shock. They arrived here in the middle of summer. When they walked out of the airport, they saw people in such revealing clothes that they all felt the need to avert their eyes. It took them a while to grow accustomed to the lifestyle and the people here. My oldest uncle and aunt enrolled in Queens Community College, while my mom and her two younger brothers all attended Abraham Lincoln High School. My mom was supposed to be a senior, but started as a junior because the grades in Pakistan were different and my mom was a little behind, considering she wasn’t really too interested in books. One of brothers was also a junior, while her youngest brother was a freshmen. They knew some english; schools in Pakistan were modernizing and teaching English as an elective. However, from personal experience, I can only imagine that they barely knew any. Having taken spanish for six years, I can barely speak more than two sentences—let alone hold a full conversation. It isn’t hard to understand their struggles.

When I was a child, about three or four, I had a speech impedement so my mother took me to speech therapy once a week for two months or so. My therapist told my mother that although I could not speak properly, and that would most likely go away, I had the largest vocabulary of any child she had met before. Then, when I entered school the speech impedement had left but by the first grade I was reading at a third grade level, and in the third grade I was reading large chapter books. This was when I knew I had a love for reading and learning. My mother loves to brag about how my teachers wanted me to skip grades and how I could have graduated by the age of sixteen if she had not been worried about my social development. I am now in my second

My hero is my mother. She has been there for me all my like and she cares about me and my sister more than anything. My mother will get anything I need even if she doesn't have much money, she always finds a way to get what I need and I appreciate that. My parents don't make a lot of money so sometimes we go a night without eating dinner or we’ll have to find something to make and eat or we just eat leftovers from the night before or a couple nights before and if there’s only enough food for my sister and I my mom will go a night without eating dinner. Also me or my sister go without buying clothes or shoes so we wear what we have in our closets and wear the shoes that we have even if they look kind of bad. My mom has had some tough times when she

My mother remembers that when I was born I did not cry, I just smiled and began to move. In the few days after my birth she did not have many visitors since there had been a snowstorm the day of my birth. She was very glad that the visitors were not overwhelming, when they did finally show up. She was glad to just be able to hold me tight and help me feel loved. I was a rainbow child, because before me she had had a miscarriage. My mother was adamant about breastfeeding me and my siblings, she was given the choice to have my frenulum cut but chose against it. She was in the medical field and knew that if a mother regularly breastfed then the child would have strong tongue muscles. However since she worked a lot I was fed most of the time from a bottle of her breast milk, for that reason my tongue muscles did not fully form and I acquired a speech impediment. The studies of breastfeeding began becoming more in depth the year I was born, so the ideas behind it became more prevalent and the benefits became common knowledge. No matter the views they would not concern my mother, with her