My Personal Personality

Every human has their own traits, characteristics, and beliefs. Every human has something unique about them, whether it be their appearance or a specific personality trait. With that being said, every person experiences life in their own way, including how we experience happiness, life, death, and losses. I am lucky to say, or not so lucky depending on how you see it, I have had very few relatives die during my short 20 years on earth. My maternal grandfather died when I was 10 years old, but he was a relative who lived farther away and did not have a strong connection with my mother. During the same year I also had my paternal great-grandmother pass on from both old age and dementia, which was saddening but at the same time I was a naïve 10-year-old …show more content…
Although I was heartbroken at the loss of not be able to go to UMass Lowell, I was also excited to be starting a new adventure with my best friend and getting to study a subject I knew was what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing. By the time of graduation in June, everything was set: I had chosen my orientation date, my best friend and I were going to room with this awesome girl we had met online, and I had already started buying college items for the even more brutal seasons by the water in Biddeford. Everything was going smoothly until I went to my guidance counselor with some questions on scholarships and loans. We got to talking and she finally asked a question I should have been asking myself the entire time: “Have you really looked into the cost of going to a private school like UNE?”. When we sat down together and fully calculated the costs, we determined it would cost me over $45,000 a year to attend the school, which was something I knew I could not afford to do, even if it was a school I so desperately wanted to attend. The loss of a college decision was happening yet again, this time more intensified than the last since everything had been arranged and I was days away from graduation and orientation at the college. This time, not only were my parents and best friend my support system, but my guidance counselor really jumped into action and helped me get my life back in order. She called the Dean of the College of Health and Human Services at UNH and asked if there was room for me to still join the program. After a couple of adjustments and pulling a few strings, the Dean was more than willing to put me in the program, especially since I had applied and gotten into the UNH nursing program from the start. At last everything was figured out: I would go to UNH for nursing, live on campus with random roommates, and be able to go home when need