My grandfather, mother, and entire family were raised in Bellingham, Washington as was I. I can’t imagine going to any other school than Western Washington University. This past year has been a whirlwind. I had to decide which schools to apply to, take many tests, finish up a senior project, found a new passion, and lost someone close to me. I now realize that the only school I want to go to is Western. A few weeks ago I went to tour a few colleges in Eastern Washington. I was expecting to like maybe a few and I thought I would fall in love with one, but I did not. I dislike the locations and just didn’t feel welcomed or like I would ever be able to call any of them home. I can not imagine myself living anywhere else in the entire world than Bellingham. The luxury of being able to go to the beach one day, and Mt. Baker is the nex is something I love. As a kid I always wanted to go to Western but when applying to colleges I thought I should get away and try something new. As the past year has gone by I now realize that I don’t want to leave Bellingham or my family. I would be lost without them.
For the past year I have taken on the task of being a T.A. in
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I didn’t realize how many students there were at my school with special needs, nor did I realize how short staffed they were for help. Within in the first week of helping out I realized how truly passionate I was to work with these students, and that it was something that I wanted to continue doing. The teacher told me I had great patience with the students and it really gave me to motivation I needed to continue working with them. Working with special needs students is not for everyone, it does take a lot of patience, and can be mentally challenging at times, but I do believe that I have what it takes to pursue on with this gift of mine and make a difference, even if it is just for one student 's life, or