A person is often so heavily characterized by their past, that a future for that person is built upon remnants of who they were, what they did, and how their past influenced them to the present. I have always found it so intriguing that by merely looking at a person for the first time, you have no idea who they are, what their story is, and the thoughts and feelings that rack their brain. By looking at me, a person would see a goofy, nineteen-year old girl who usually wears different, thrift store clothing and a beloved Beatles bag, given to me by my older sister, Mettie. By looking at me, a person would most likely assume that I am a jovial person, based off of the fact that I am usually smiling or laughing. By looking at me, …show more content…
I choose to not let it ever define me. People around the world have been through so much worse than I have, and I am thankful for every blessing and opportunity that I have been given. When people assume that I am a jovial person, they are correct. I love life, I love people, and I love the 1960’s. I have many dreams, just as most people do. My dream is to make a change in the world. Although a silly, far-fetched dream to most, I will spend my entire life working to equalize the lives of the under-privileged and discriminated and work to make human rights an imperative force in society, with a larger impact than it currently holds. I will be majoring in Human Rights and Public Policy with a minor in Urban Community Development, and I would love to study my masters in International Development and Social Change. I am from Stafford Springs, Connecticut, a small, working class town, about thirty minutes from UConn, that is more than ordinary; it is extraordinary, at least it is to me. The house I have always lived in has been in my family for generations and was, at one time, partly a grocery store that provided groceries to people around the town. I come from a small, unique, and