When I moved to America my senior year, I had a notion about the efforts I had to put into reaching American collegiate standards. After all, I just moved from Yemen, no matter how much I was able to prepare for the States, I was still working with ambiguous requirements. Nonetheless, having to take the SAT’s, some AP’s, and fill my resume with extracurricular was hrelatively hectic, but manageable. Essentially, after nine months, I was able to grow a sense of what it took to get into an American college. However I was reminded I couldn 't be picky. “Just get into a school”, my godfather would remind me, and a school I got into indeed.
I was grateful that I got admitted to a college, but I was still indifferent about where I went since it was not my choice. Therefore, I did not care for much but my schoolwork and readings, hence I signed up for seven courses. As I walked towards my first chemistry lecture, patting myself on the back for being an “overachiever”, I thought that that this was the first day of my towards my job. Little I knew that my unscathed bubble of perfection would turn that overachievement into a soul grave. In my life, the failures I faced were minimal to none. By all means, I
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As I specialise, I want to humanise; to delve into literature and philosophy. I read a lot when I 'm not trying to deliver the best of my abilities in class. Which brings me to my third point; I want to be within a group of people that are passionate. Thinkers I can think and follow Socratic methods with, and question what we know to be reality. The University of New Haven has definitely offered me the chances to find myself; if it was not for UNH, I would not have been able to make all these thoughts tangible. Certainly, UNH may be able to deliver what I 'm looking for as many of my peers see so, but personally, I do not. Nonetheless, it has indeed set dimensions to my
Many people are raised up by the idea that the society they live in always needs more adjustment, and other people around them are not always friendly. I am also one of those people. Since I was little, I was taught by my father not to trust anyone around, and not to pay too much effort into any kind of relationship. Even though I might not necessarily agree with him, I still followed his advice for years. However, I always ended up feeling lonely and depressed.
I grew up in a middle-class, small town neighborhood right next to the coast in south Texas. At the age of fourteen, I moved to the Texas Hill Country. Before this time, I had been homeschooled since the third grade. I learned early how to think on my own and to think on a deeper level. I was able to take astronomy, robotics and things that helped develop my science skills which was an opportunity for to explore many avenues that I would have been unable to do in a public school setting.
We have all encountered some degree of failure in our lives, some worse than others. No one is or ever will be a perfect human being. Failure is certain in our lives among all questionable events. Times of failures are events we can learn from even in the smallest ways. Whether it be a failing grade, not making a sports team, or not winning a game, there is always a lesson to be learned.
My life and journey towards Cornell has been one characterized by struggle. Throughout my childhood, I was raised in two families which highly valued critical thinking and education. As such, I was always expected to ask “Why?” “Why?” was the question that could bring me an education. “Why?” could help me learn more about my surroundings and how I could improve them. I also asked that question when my mother and birth father divorced.
Having immigrated to the United States from Vietnam many years ago, from a poor family in a small town that couldn’t afford post-secondary education and didn’t need nor want it, James was the first of his family to go to college. He had no guiding hand other than that of his small number of American friends. Not knowing many colleges and being unable to research universities, he opted to go to the nearby community college, San Jose City. He was interested in construction, and decided to major in it. Soon after, he received his degree and transferred to San Jose State to pursue a 4-year degree.
For many years I have been told you will never make it to college, but if you do that is a big surprise. My hometown has an innumerable amount of people who do not graduate high school and who do not plan to attend college. There are many dropouts both high school and college dropouts. I do not want to mirror those people. It is a horrifying expectation to live up to.
Throughout my educational career, I have worked to balance scientific and liberal arts thinking because both are crucial to fully understanding the world. My interest in pursuing this path developed during my high school career, and drove me to apply to Cornell. Upon starting here, I continued pursuing that path, and I want to continue increasing my exposure to these two ways of thought through entry into the Concurrent Major program. By entering this program, I hope to attain degrees in Mechanical Engineering and Government and learn what opportunities emerge from this diverse educational path. When I was in high school, I tried to keep an academic balance between social studies – with classes like AP US Government and AP World History – and the sciences – taking Physics, Chemistry, and Principles of Engineering.
The pain and agony due to the fact that I might not be prepared for college class was on my shoulders. Since day one of highschool, my biggest desire throughout school was to be engaged in learning while being well prepared for the next step in life: college. What class was the answer to this class desired? It was in a meeting with my guidance counselor in eighth grade that struck me and sparked the interest in my heart to do well. All of my highschool career I have never known what it actually meant to do well and be ¨successful.¨
I have a unique background that most people have never experienced. My parents divorced when I was little. My mom was poor and my dad was wealthy. At my mom's house we lived off food stamps and didn’t have running hot water. At my dad's house, he drove an Audi and we ate out every night.
One very important lesson I’ve come to realize is that life is full of important changes and you must be willing to embrace them rather than reject them. Before applying to the University of Wisconsin there were two very necessary questions I had to ask myself, have I matured enough to value the change in my education and what kind of future do I want ahead of me? Of course there is no easy way to answer those two questions but after reflection I believe I have arrived to an answer that I was not able to prior. From my experience working after high school and my time at Hamline University, I’ve learned that value of my education. These experiences not only helped me learn a great deal about myself but bolstered my passion in the field of finance and accounting.
A rising issue in today’s society is deciding whether or not college is worth the cost. There is an extreme amount of pressure that is forced upon high school students by parents, teachers, and peers to further their education and attend college. However, there is research that challenges the thought that college is the best possible path for a person to take. College may be a great investment for some people, but it is not meant for everyone. This is supported by the arguments that colleges are expensive, jobs do not always require a college degree, and students are forced to choose a lifestyle before being exposed to the real world.
August 14th, the day when it really hit me that I would be moving into college in one week. Up until that point I was really really excited! Although I was still excited the nerves started to kick in, I felt that I was not prepared to start a whole new chapter of my life and that there was still so many things that I needed to do, so honestly I started to panic a little bit, but that is just between me and you, no one else knew that I was stressing so bad. The Monday before move in day comes and now I realize that I seriously need to start getting ready, so finally I start packing everything in my room to make sure that I do not forget anything, but at the same time I have no clue what to pack seeing as this is my first time ever packing for college. The day finally gets here, move in day, all at the same time I am nervous, excited, sad and happy.
My fond for University of Chicago started with a feeling which is vague, unreasonable, and “unwipable”. I did not read things about the university, I watched videos on Youtube instead. I tested my feelings through the way University of Chicago students spoke, expressed their ideas, acted. I looked for the side, unmain parts of a video. For an example, there was an interview of a group of students, and I focused on an Indian girl playing ball behind them.
Last summer was a special year in my lifetime. I was doing two jobs but nothing seems to be good for me. I spent time thinking about how I can make it in life, so I spoke to my friend Jedidah and she said: “education is the key to progress and knowledge is everyone’s power.” In view of that, I decided to go to college to leave a better life. I had the opportunity to go to the college of my choice but the only activity to pass on is to clarify whether to be a commuter or stay on campus.
Often people will say that you are a product of your environment, that you are at the whim of “where you come from.” However, I think life is much more adaptable and that you can be an outsider even in your native soil. The life from which I came is not one that I ever wish to return to and I seek to only learn from it; I recognize my roots, but I like to imagine that I’ve been brought to a better climate in a more loving soil. I like to imagine myself like a plant that’s been torn apart but has grown around the scars. Before I was twelve, I lived with my mom and my four brothers and sisters.