College Entrance Essay. Here is some information.
From the day I was born I have overcome adversity. Long before I took my first breath, my birth mother had made several life choices that would ultimately shape me as a person for the rest of my life. As a single homeless mother, who already had a child, she was overwhelmed and couldn’t take on the care of one more person. My birth mother ultimately decided to put me up for adoption.
Being adopted presents many challenges and mental struggles that are difficult to deal with as a young adult. I found myself questioning my own self-worth and identity.
As time went on, I developed a deep appreciation for how lucky I was for the gift of the family that had adopted me.
I have learned to think outside of the box. I have learned to overcome obstacles and think of different solutions to problems that seem insurmountable and unbeatable. Even when life throws you challenges, you find a way to overcome them and be better.
I have learned to take the scenic route when faced with problems.
Taught problem-solving skills by making me develop alternative strategies to learning and overcome my disabilities.
Adoption – Birthmother: low-income, homeless
Dyslexia
ADHD
I have always been fascinated by money. Putting all of my coins in a jar. I wanted that Death Star. I helped around the house, did my chore list, and did everything that I could.
Working through Dyslexia: I looked it as hard as I could, but I everything still kept moving. It wouldn’t stop and I had no idea what it said. I got to go in a room where there were many toys. It was amazing. Until I learned that those toys would cause my brain to hurt. Like pulse hurt. But if I worked through it, I got prizes every time, but the best was that I could save for biggest prize at the top. It was so hard though. But they made me keep going. They wouldn’t let me give up. They wouldn’t let me quit. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I could do it.
I was devastated by this diagnosis. I remember looking at the doctor and feeling like the walls were going to close in on me. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stop the tears. I was sobbing.
On the way home, my parents let me process. Once we got home, my mother refused to let me wallow. We sat down and looked at a list of all of the people in the world that were dyslexic. I was pretty impressed. I could do this, I could be successful. I could be perfect and be dyslexic.
Then, they made me see a psychologist – A PSYCHOLOGIST!! I was very upset. How could I work on not being dyslexic if this person was telling me that I would always be. Then the next hit came – not only was I dyslexic, I had ADHD. I thought that I was coming here to feel better.
Perfection – cannot do everything. There wasn’t enough of me. Enjoyment,
being well-rounded.
Even if a problem seems insurmountable, you can still overcome it. I may have to work harder than others to get the same result, but that has also made me a much stronger person.
Looking back, I have to laugh that I made my career choice on something that started with me cleaning toilets.