Rarely in life do people stop, reflect, and think about who they really are. Describing oneself, something that many assume would be a simple task, is, in all honesty, quite strenuous. When contemplating ones identity, people simply believe that they are themselves, the person that they have been their entire life. Going through the college application process, I was dumbfounded as to how I would prove to admissions officers that I was more than just data and statistics. I asked myself many questions during this thought. Who am I? How could I possibly present seventeen years of life to complete strangers in under 650 words? How would I evaluate which events were worthy of mentioning and which lacked in significance? After much thought,
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Later I found out that definitely was not the case; being a giraffe certainly does not guarantee success in basketball. Throughout these phases, there has always been one constant: a desire to create change within myself. I have lived a particularly sheltered childhood. Scratch that. I have lived an extremely sheltered childhood. Growing up as a middle-class white kid in a suburban neighborhood, I experienced hardly any adversity. The first time I came into contact with a truly distressful situation was in 2005. I vividly remember walking into my elementary school and seeing the hallways threaded with aqua colored streamers.
My school was decorated to raise awareness and raise funds to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina. My teacher shared stories of great sorrow. She discussed people whose lives changed and would never be the same. These people lost everything, homes, life savings, and even families. They were in a truly difficult situation. I thought that this was completely unfair and learning about it shocked me. This was the first moment that I realized I was interested in helping …show more content…
As I was being told how I would never end up as anything more than a wife, I realized how many other people must be dealing with the same issue.
This was where I learned how passionate I was about promoting change for the good of others. During my junior year of high school, an event took place that hit very close to home. About two miles away from the school I attended, an unarmed man was shot and killed by a police officer. I had intensely analyzed the situation that happened in Ferguson months prior, but never thought something similar would happen so close to home. When I heard the news of this shooting I was completely shook.
There was no doubt in my mind that it was an act of racism. Earlier in my life I knew that I was interested and passionate about politics, but in this moment I was completely certain that I needed to get involved. Something had to change and I wanted to be the person to do it. Unjust occurrences happen more and more everyday, yet change is a long and difficult journey. To quote Emma Watson, “If not me, then who? If not now, then when?” If I want the world to change, I have to do it myself, and armed with a proper education, I can ensure
Later I found out that definitely was not the case; being a giraffe certainly does not guarantee success in basketball. Throughout these phases, there has always been one constant: a desire to create change within myself. I have lived a particularly sheltered childhood. Scratch that. I have lived an extremely sheltered childhood. Growing up as a middle-class white kid in a suburban neighborhood, I experienced hardly any adversity. The first time I came into contact with a truly distressful situation was in 2005. I vividly remember walking into my elementary school and seeing the hallways threaded with aqua colored streamers.
My school was decorated to raise awareness and raise funds to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina. My teacher shared stories of great sorrow. She discussed people whose lives changed and would never be the same. These people lost everything, homes, life savings, and even families. They were in a truly difficult situation. I thought that this was completely unfair and learning about it shocked me. This was the first moment that I realized I was interested in helping …show more content…
As I was being told how I would never end up as anything more than a wife, I realized how many other people must be dealing with the same issue.
This was where I learned how passionate I was about promoting change for the good of others. During my junior year of high school, an event took place that hit very close to home. About two miles away from the school I attended, an unarmed man was shot and killed by a police officer. I had intensely analyzed the situation that happened in Ferguson months prior, but never thought something similar would happen so close to home. When I heard the news of this shooting I was completely shook.
There was no doubt in my mind that it was an act of racism. Earlier in my life I knew that I was interested and passionate about politics, but in this moment I was completely certain that I needed to get involved. Something had to change and I wanted to be the person to do it. Unjust occurrences happen more and more everyday, yet change is a long and difficult journey. To quote Emma Watson, “If not me, then who? If not now, then when?” If I want the world to change, I have to do it myself, and armed with a proper education, I can ensure