Senior Year Research Paper

Senior year is an important time in a teen’s life. It is the year when we decide what we want to do, and who we want to be. The College or University we choose is a big part of this. I want to go to Dallas Baptist University to find ways to honor my father God, to become a beacon of Christ, and to help others.
I’ve grown up with a single mother and a twin brother. Life has not been easy for my mom, between struggling to provide food, shelter, love, and faith. So when my brother and I started growing up she was worried about our lack of a father, but when we moved next to our family and to a Christian camp called “Camp Peniel” I quickly found my real father figure, God. God is the one who comforted me through bullying and teenage hormones, God

Ashley is a woman who wears love, kindness, and Godliness as her fragrance. Through the week I spent with her in summer camp as an eight-year-old, I grew immensely in my Faith and decided this woman was the kind of person I wanted to be. God provided for me, as Ashley married my cousin years later, enabling me to see her all the time! She has been impeccably kind to me and a great role model when it comes to putting faith in God when the world is tough. The summer before my senior year of high school, Ashley told me about Dallas Baptist. She told me how the teachers there care about their students, not only their success but their well-being and spiritual journey. She told me that DBU helped her become who she is. That was when I became interested. When I visited myself, as earlier mentioned, I found the staff to be very welcoming and kind. I was scheduled for a tour, but couldn't find the right building, so I had to ask a lot of people around the campus for help. Every single person I talked to on my way was very kind and exuberated patience and friendliness, and when I finally found the right place, the tour guide was forgiving and helped me catch up on what I missed instead of leaving me to help myself. Everyone there answered all my questions, and when my mother and I mentioned troubles with financial aid, staff went out of their way to help us. Every person there acted like they wanted me there,

I asked her what was wrong, and she told me her father had recently died in a car crash. She was not religious, but her father was, and had wanted to be buried. However, the family did not have money to provide a funeral for him and instead had to incinerate his body. I listened to her talk about it and broke inside when she said, “It was the one thing he wanted, and we can’t give it to him”. After she left, I called my mother and told her about the situation. “What if I got a job, started working?” “Emmy, that would take years to make enough”. “What if I ask the church for a donation? What about Grammy and Papa? I could pay them back!” “Honey, I’m so sorry, but I don't think you realize how much a funeral costs.” I sat down on the bench outside of my school and I cried. I cried, and I cried, and I cried because the one person who was a spiritual influence in this girl’s life was gone. When my mother picked me up, she told me what we could do was pray for her. So I prayed. Months later, I was sitting through another friend's key club meeting when I heard them mention a family whose father had died. I looked up and discovered they were indeed talking about my friend, and signed up for Key Club right away. In May, we are holding a foam run to raise money for her family. These changes are what I want to specialize