College Admissions Essay: The Journey That Changed My Life

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Life never goes as one expects it to. You may imagine your life a certain way, but there are hurdles thrown in your way that may change your direction. I have always imagined my life a certain way. I had big dreams and wanted to be successful because I did not grow up in a wealthy family. Although I am still young and have not experienced everything life has to offer, there have been a few hurtles in my life so far, but looking out into the horizon I see more approaching. One hardship I am currently facing is deciding what I am going to do with the rest of my life. Since I have big dreams, and have had expressed them with the people around me, I now fear not meeting their expectations. Never in a million years would I have imagined joining …show more content…

As I said before, I was not in the best health but I pushed it aside to spend time with my team. By the time we reached the restaurant I was not having it. I did not want to eat because I felt like I was going to puke any second. Our poultry couch insisted on me getting at least something so I ordered a basket of fries to nibble on. Little did I know the basket of fries was going to be so big. While my team was going over the poultry manual together and studying, I was staring off into space trying to not to puke. Our coach asked me a question and I simply looked at her and asked her to repeat the question. That was when it happened, like a switch the atmosphere changed. She got up and said this the reason why we are not going to win tomorrow, because I am not dedicated enough to pay attention when they were going over the …show more content…

Back at the hotel things only escalated and got worse. She entered our room and began yelling at us more and started picking on us one by one telling us our weak points. The night ended with me having a panic attack and having two people from my team to hold me down and calm me. This event really hurt me, but it definitely motivated me to show her that I could do better. But I have not quite recovered, in the back of my head there has been a voice saying I am not good enough or I am not dedicated. I was in a bit of a rut that later that summer at the Stanislaus County Fair. I was on my “A” game and did not have the same passion as once