California dreaming can be so much better than California living; at least that’s what I feel sometimes after taking my gap year. This statement I believe is not only applicable to my gap year, but also my experience as a whole. Acknowledging the great presence of collegen in my face and the silky blonde undyed locks on my head, I realize that I have not gone through an immense amount of “life”, but I still know that my experience on this Earth has taught me a couple of things that make me the exceptional person I am. There are a couple of key oppurtunites and hardships that seem to way the heaviest on my being and memory, the death of my beloved grandmother and the so called “gap-year” I’m currently taking on, that have shaped me into a fit student for UT because of my ability to enjoy experiences and my since of servanthood that I have developed. The hardship that holds the highest prevalence in my life is the death of my grandmother, who passed due to the hellish demon of cancer. Karen, my grandmother, possesses (I will refer to her in the present tense because writing as if she was past tense would scape the way for waterfalls from my eyes) the rarest form of hospitality and love that no other being has been able to spread. Karen’s dynamic love for others enlightens me on many subjects, and gives me the heart I need to face the cruel mountains of life. When Karen was diagnosed with cancer my family never saw the valleys ahead, maybe because her gracious love keeps us at the peak of the mountains so high one couldn’t see the valley below. Watching my grandmother turn back to dust was challenging; the unintentional moans of pain, the creeping weight loss leaving her with only bones, and the occurrence of watching the woman who changed my diapers struggle to now change her own… Cleaning up a grown woman’s diaper and watching her pain taught me the gem of life. I learned that in life we must enjoy every moment because all the grotesque things that “could never happen to me” very well can. Before my grandma became possessed, I never knew what true servant hood was; giving up your own wants to satisfy the needs of others. Merely being in the presence of my grandma made her felt that much better, so I gave up time with friends, time to dine, time to dance to sit with my grandma in the hopes of life to flow back into her veins. UT is a school of servant hood and should be filled with students who want to make the most of their education. Through the illness of Karen I learned not only how to serve on my knees but how to make the most of every situation, because the dawning death of my grandma forced me to enjoy every second of her existence.
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At UT I would add to the experience, because I will pull as much out of the education as possible and exemplify dignity while displaying true servant hood as a representative of The University of Texas. The gap year I am currently living within as I write this essay has taught me servanthood and the value of life, which are qualities every student at UT should have rooted within them. I graduated high school a year early to move to LA and pursue my dreams; usually the next step in a young dreaming actor’s career is the elope to LA because it is the land of opportunity for entertainers. I pushed to graduate early, working 24/7 to I did school work until I almost died so that I could take a gap year in LA. Time passed ( It’s so funny that I can fit what seemed like forever into a phrase like “time passed”), and it was time for me to move to LA. I was living in East LA when I first moved here, and I had never known the bright, darkness of the eerie city nights. I missed the sounds of crickets singing me a lullaby and the sweet embrace of family, but instead I was experiencing the city’s lullaby gunshots and the lonesomeness that makes one feel as if they are drowning. I never knew that I could miss things like my little brother’s ball annoyingly banging on my bedroom window or the simple texas shopping centers consisting of nothing more than a target, ross, and Chili’s.
At UT I would add to the experience, because I will pull as much out of the education as possible and exemplify dignity while displaying true servant hood as a representative of The University of Texas. The gap year I am currently living within as I write this essay has taught me servanthood and the value of life, which are qualities every student at UT should have rooted within them. I graduated high school a year early to move to LA and pursue my dreams; usually the next step in a young dreaming actor’s career is the elope to LA because it is the land of opportunity for entertainers. I pushed to graduate early, working 24/7 to I did school work until I almost died so that I could take a gap year in LA. Time passed ( It’s so funny that I can fit what seemed like forever into a phrase like “time passed”), and it was time for me to move to LA. I was living in East LA when I first moved here, and I had never known the bright, darkness of the eerie city nights. I missed the sounds of crickets singing me a lullaby and the sweet embrace of family, but instead I was experiencing the city’s lullaby gunshots and the lonesomeness that makes one feel as if they are drowning. I never knew that I could miss things like my little brother’s ball annoyingly banging on my bedroom window or the simple texas shopping centers consisting of nothing more than a target, ross, and Chili’s.