The hardest thing I’ve ever went through? Let me take you back to almost three years ago to a very cold Thursday morning in January. I was sitting in history class when suddenly something very strange happened; the announcement speakers came on. To most people it would seem like it was a very typical day to day event to listen to announcements; but at my school announcements were rarely ever said. My classroom got completely silent; to the point where you could have heard a pin drop.…
I remember my sister crying the night before her flight, nervous of her transition to Cornell. However, during her first winter break back, my sister came back with a happy face. She spent the following weeks talking about her hallmates, lunch with her professors, and her highly intellectual peers. My brother soon followed suit. They both talked about the intimate relationships they were able to foster through opportunities to interact with the faculty, such as college-wide barbeques and eating dinner at professors’ homes.…
My experience at Balfour Collegiate in Regina, Saskatchewan began much like others. In grade nine I wanted nothing more but to be accepted. I was sincerely lucky in the case that Balfour was one of the smaller schools in Regina, so within time I found my place. How I found my place was involving myself. At the grade nine open house almost every other student stressed, “Get involved!…
I went to a college rep visit and the also toured a perspective college. As i do not fulfill the language requirement for california universities I looked into community colleges, out of state universities, and private universities. I then focused on a Johnson and Wales university rep visit and a tour of Sierra Community College. I ultimately chose to go with Sierra.…
Searching for the educational institute or the college that is right for me is one of the most important decisions in my life. It was a stressful experience, took a lot of time and work, but it was not difficult. College is not just a place preparing me to a specific career; it is place that will convert me to another cultured respectful person. Therefore, I decided to choose a very appropriate college for me, it is Bunker Hill community college, because it is in educational hub city, have my favorite major and have a great teaching staff. Bunker Hill community college is located in the greater Boston “the heart of education”, and this is gave the college the enough brilliant reputation that can give me hopeful career future, and this is true…
Brown is a place where students have the freedom to grow, learn about themselves, and enjoy life. In all my years of school there was always someone looking over my shoulder, interjecting their opinions, or spoonfeeding me the answers. I want my college education to be my own. Taking ownership of my education is a large responsibility, but I am mature enough to handle the challenge. The collaborative atmosphere of Brown, where students work with, instead of against, one another, will give me the guidance and support I need to figure out the best educational path for myself.…
The semester before my freshman year I applied to an early college high school; I knew that I was going to have more work than if I had went to the traditional high school, but I knew I could do it. At first I was doing well, but as time went on the work became more challenging and frequent eventually my grades fell and took my pride with it. I wanted to transfer to the traditional high school in my neighborhood, but changed my mind after a talk with one of my professors. She helped me to recognize that if I quit not only would I be throwing away the work that I did do, but I’d also be preventing myself from seeing what work I could do. I took that seed of information and turned it into a tree of motivation.…
My past laid out upon a table. My GPA, my resume, my test scores. An unfamiliar man whom I met for the first time was frowning, turning around in his creaky red chair, while hurriedly trying to contextualize my life with just a few pieces of paper. For 15 minutes, he sat there, unhappy, tapping his foot, analyzing what I’ve “done” with my life. He took a sip of water and suggested that I go to community college.…
On Wednesday, September 21st, the junior and senior class of my school went to Franklinton High School—where we were introduced to post-secondary institutions such as state universities and local community colleges. I admittedly already had a fair idea of what I planned on doing after school. My “carefully thought-out plan” was this: I would go to Northshore Technical Community College in the summer to get my CNA so that I can gain the patient-care experience necessary for my later plans for college. I would then attend LSU for four years and earn a bachelor’s in dietetics, and possibly minor in psychology. Afterward, I would attend a PA school somewhere within the US—possibly the one at LSU.…
Over the last several years, I have learned much about Santa Clara University and I am convinced that it would be a perfect fit for me. Many Punahou alumni have attended SCU and they all loved their time there. My high school counselor also recommended SCU, and after extensive research, I visited campus during a trip to the Bay Area during last spring. Throughout my visit, I realized that the supportive, welcoming atmosphere was similar to Punahou and I immediately felt comfortable on campus. I continue to receive email and pamphlets about the school and know that I want to spend the next four years of my education at Santa Clara…
As a Freshman at Lyndon State College. I was sure how things work. I get nervous when I am in class. I don’t really like talking in the class. I hate public speaking because I thought people will make fun of my English.…
It is often hard for people to describe themselves and think how they can make a positive presence on a university. I’ll admit when I first started typing this essay I stared at this blank document for some time thinking to myself, ‘How in the world can I describe myself and how could my presence affect Trine?’ Then finally one word came to mind on how I would describe myself. This word is understanding; I am a very understanding person and this trait has helped me greatly throughout my life. Growing up as a biracial child was anything but easy for me.…
“Every story has an end, but in life every ending is just a new beginning.” -Dakota Fanning This quote reflects my high school experience because I thought that once I finished middle school it would have been the end of my journey. Of course I was wrong, it was only the beginning.…
I can clearly remember the day I left for Arizona State University. The 13 hours from Beijing to Honolulu airport let me very tired. Then I stayed in the Honolulu airport 1 night, it was very boring. After the day, I took airplane from Hawaii to Arizona. It spent 9 hours, when I arrived at Arizona airport, it was 11pm.…
First of all, College was terrifying. No one in my family has even graduated High School, one day you’re graduating college, next day you’re choosing a career based on no information whatsoever. I was Seventeen with no clue of what was college, my life was revolving around friends and being a kid. Not choosing a Life Decision, and like any other kid, I procrastinated. I thought I had more time, to just apply to a university and that’s it.…