I grew up in an upper-middle class, white, Catholic family, in the middle of suburban Cary, North Carolina. Culture was a term introduced in school with pictures of exotic places and bright wardrobes; history lived inside textbooks with stories of war and migration. My fourth grade family history project contained one piece of information: my great-grandmother sailed to the States from Italy in 1904. The little history and culture introduced by my family showed me who I do not want to become. While the teachings of Christianity shaped me into a compassionate, open-hearted person, I struggle to accept the dogma that followed it. I am an INTJ surrounded by extroverted, emotion-driven family. I was taught to be an agreeable, social girl; an image
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In October, while on business in Germany, he went to the hospital again; my mother took the next flight out. Being the sole guardian to my sister for a week the beginning of my senior year was the hardest thing I have ever done. Balancing obligations and schedules forced me to multi-task and prioritize. Not knowing when I might be called upon to do so again, I find myself constantly acting like a parent to those around me. This week of absolute responsibility prepared me for an independent life. I have found solace in knowledge, developing wonderful bonds with my teachers; experiences leading me to chose a career in education. I cannot imagine my life without children, their wonder and simple amazement is astounding. It has been my dream for ten years to become someone instrumental in the development of little minds. I know children come to school with battles, and I cannot imagine a better purpose for my life than to encourage each and every child to face the day with a bright smile, courage and confidence. My experiences have shaped me into who I am, showing me how to be a tolerant, encouraging, loving person. I believe that any situation can be overcome with a little bit of bravery, and a lot of optimism. My typical suburban childhood did not produce an average American teenager; I am proud of the person my experiences have
In October, while on business in Germany, he went to the hospital again; my mother took the next flight out. Being the sole guardian to my sister for a week the beginning of my senior year was the hardest thing I have ever done. Balancing obligations and schedules forced me to multi-task and prioritize. Not knowing when I might be called upon to do so again, I find myself constantly acting like a parent to those around me. This week of absolute responsibility prepared me for an independent life. I have found solace in knowledge, developing wonderful bonds with my teachers; experiences leading me to chose a career in education. I cannot imagine my life without children, their wonder and simple amazement is astounding. It has been my dream for ten years to become someone instrumental in the development of little minds. I know children come to school with battles, and I cannot imagine a better purpose for my life than to encourage each and every child to face the day with a bright smile, courage and confidence. My experiences have shaped me into who I am, showing me how to be a tolerant, encouraging, loving person. I believe that any situation can be overcome with a little bit of bravery, and a lot of optimism. My typical suburban childhood did not produce an average American teenager; I am proud of the person my experiences have