At the end of my ninth grade in Nepal, I was given an educational opportunity that impacted my life. I was able to go to the US, to meet my parents and start a better future there. At that time, I had just finished my ninth grade and I had been nervous about the journey and the beginning of my new life there. I was able to join high school only after a couple of weeks arriving into the US. The surroundings and the academic environment around me were totally different from Nepal. I chose to take this opportunity because it was the best possible way I could start my future and that would help me achieve my academic goals. In order to succeed and stand out, I had to accept the challenge and work hard in order to achieve it. First, I spent many weeks trying to understand and explore the school system. The American system which was much more complex and competitive than Nepal. Next, I was finally able to settle in classes which weren't full and which were very much essential for my A-G requirement to graduate from my high school. My counselor was able to give me credits for my classes that I took in Nepal but the downside was that most of my classes weren’t counted and that the grading system was completing different, which resulted in a bad grade in America. As in Nepal amounted to a B in America and so on. …show more content…
The process caused me to recognize that value of hard work, perseverance, and compassion. Because of this educational opportunity, I was finally able to discover new academic topics and passion for expanding my knowledge. Without the opportunity, I could not have afforded the valuable educational opportunity in Nepal. The teachers here challenged me and guided me to overcome fears of failing. The confidence I gained as a result of the opportunity served me well, which has now motivated me to move better and become more adaptable to any new
My family owned and operated a jewelry business for 8 years, since I was 10 years old. I grew up with this store, among the earrings and ornaments, always surrounded by things made from a unique substance called gold. Gold is a well-known element, atomic number 79; of course, everyone knows of its international monetary value. However, gold also has a deeply personal resonance; and upon closer examination, this material provides an emblematic picture of my past, my future, and what I offer Harvard University.
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
My story started the day I step foot in the United State, October 4, 1994. I was lost in an unfamiliar world. My only academic guidance was my father who was a Certified Nursing Assistant. My new family was also composed of my stepmother, my 16-year-old brother, my 10 years old, and my 4 years old sisters. I spoke very little English, and my body was experiencing a culture chock for the first time of my existence. Finally, I was given a counselor while
Nonetheless, it was neither the geographic disparities nor the tremendous cultural differences that obstruct the dream I had in mind. It all began when my parents’ disagreements accumulated. The language barrier barricaded my father’s will to stay. After countless quarrels, he terminated the marriage and fled back to Vietnam. As the adults drifted apart, the burden on my mother’s shoulders doubled. Left by our own, we struggled to make ends meet. Going to a four-year university, therefore, was no longer our option, especially when my sister and I were both entering college at the same time. So, despite my mom’s weak stamina, she toiled away working a straight 50 hours a week to put food on the table. Her limited English skills couldn’t get her a better job rather than being a minimum wage factory worker. My sister and I were exerting ourselves to our best capability at school in hopes to at least make her feel better, and to be told that we wouldn’t make it to graduate the year of. For a second, my family felt apart and all of my confidence collapsed; for a second, I thought this was the last call for me, that I would never be able to succeed or get anything done with my life: I felt helpless. As times like this, I was fortunate enough to have my siblings to share this feeling. It’s been a year and a half and my life has gotten a lot better. After changing accommodation, and switching to another high school, my sister and I were finally be able to graduate on time. We have been working on campus since Summer 2016 to shoulder the work for my mother. We were also saving money for transferring process later on. I will continue my passion of pursuing a Physics major and hopefully get transferred to UC Davis in a two year
Before you begin reading the main narrative of my essay, I want to let you in on some details about my life and myself. I was born in Manhattan, New York and when I was about twenty two days old, I boarded a plane with my parents on a journey across the United States to the city of San Francisco, then to the town of Grass Valley. This is where my grandmother and grandfather resided. They had been telling my parents that the city of Manhattan was no place to raise a child and that we should move to California and live with them. Before making this life changing decision of leaving most of their friends and loved ones in New York to come to California, my parents sent me off to live in India with my uncle. Keep in mind, I was about the age of two when this all happened. The opportunity of leaving me with my uncle gave my parents about a year to think things over and pull themselves together, in efforts to properly raise a child in a country that was so
This was back in November 2007, in India. I was 12 years old. I was enjoying my normal life. But I didn’t know that my life will change surprisingly. One day I came home from the school and my parents made decision of moving to the United States. I was totally amazed at that moment. My parents wanted move so that me and my sister can have a better life, education, and opportunity.
It was a cold autumn night in North Carolina when I realized that my youth was being taken away from me. I wanted to run away and go back to the life that I had known; where I had the opportunity to go to school was happy and understood the language. Instead I was in a foreign land with my family and we could not return for there was no future in my homeland. According to my father, we had to keep migrating because it was the best thing for our family. It was then when I realized that this is not what I wanted for my family and I asked my father that we needed to go somewhere where I can go to school because it was affecting everybody including my little brother. My father raised me to believe I could accomplish anything I set my mind to it. So I decided to work hard and enroll in school so I can become educated. It was a difficult journey because I wasn’t sure which route my life would take since migrating every couple of months was not uncommon.
As I progressed through middle school, I began to realize what was being taught to me in school, was not all the information out there for us to learn so I began to search random article on the internet. I was a curious person ever since I came America because back in Nepal, I always thought Nepal was the biggest country in the world. I would hear about other countries here and there, but I didn’t really had the chance to learn about them. Traveling from one camp to another cam would almost take up the whole day and hearing about other cities within Nepal felt like Nepal was the big country. Therefore, when I came to America, I realized there is so much out there that I can learn from and the best part of them all was studying everything from
I had not been able to play sport every afternoon like I always had in the past. I had to go school four days a week and then went to work three days on the weekend. I did not have time to hang out with my friends like I used to do. I was so tired and exhausted every weekend after work. I had to sacrifice my social life in order to afford college. I tried everything I could to be able to stay in America and attended college here. My parent was so proud of me. I was able to live on my own; every once in a while, my parent sent me little extra money, so I could buy something I liked. It has been a year since I started working full time; here I am, entering my sophomore year in college. Everything worked out well for me; I made good grade in college and was able to feed
However, the difficulties I was experiencing during my first year of high school made me realize that it was imperative to meticulously scrutinize the way I studied in order to ameliorate and become the student I used to be. Additionally, I became aware that my ability to speak English was affecting me, but later I came to the conclusion that if this was a determining factor in my performance in class, I had to challenge myself by engaging in more rigorous courses. As time went on, however, due to the fact that I was surrounded by students I considered to be far ahead, I felt very intimidated by my advanced classes. Furthermore, I became aware that some of my teachers from the advanced placement classes seemed to doubt my ability to perform at the level expected, just by hearing my accent. To be condemned to failure simply because I did not speak English the same way my fellow classmates did, was a terrible sinking feeling. Nonetheless, this circumstance made me very diligent in all my classes, for it made me very attentive to the topics discussed, and it made me evaluate the extent to which I studied. As a result, with my grades and work ethics throughout the year, I proved those teachers wrong and received an apology from the one I came to admire
My life changed forever at the age of nine in the country of Iraq. I learned our house was being threatened to be bombed and we had to leave immediately. I was strangled with grief, anguish, and uncertainty. These defining challenges have been forever etched on my heart and mind. This pivotal night has been responsible in shaping me into the person I am today and altering the trajectory of my education. After fleeing Iraq, we relocated in Jordan where we lived for four years before finally being relocated in the United States. While we were in Jordan, there was a period of three months where I was unable to go to school because we were waiting on immersion information from the United Nations. My biggest hurdle was learning the English language and adapting culturally while starting high school. I was immersed into a poorly rated school where I not only had to worry about communicating effectively with my teachers, but also achieving my goals academically. Adapting to a new school system where I struggled with social acceptance was also very emotionally challenging. All of these factors contributed to a tough adjustment.
I have just finished 19 years of education, but I feel my thirst for learning has escalated even further. After emigrating from Pakistan, in 2007 a real milestone happened in my life because I was one of 100 students (out of thousands of applicants) who were accepted into the Kabul Medical University. While enrolled in the university, my grade point average was more than 80 percent. At the university, besides enduring a heavy load of study in medicine, another challen...
My parents worked hard in the United States to give us every opportunity to flourish and work toward achieving our dreams. Going to Washington University is a crucial step in reaching my goals. In 2011, when my dad became an Associate Professor at Washington University, was when I got my first glimpse of the university. I was eleven, and seeing the sprawling campus, the pristine labs, and meeting my dad's kind colleagues left a deep impression on my young mind. After that initial meeting between Washington University and I, I knew that it was the university for me. I know that I was only eleven, but I'd never been more sure of anything in my life. Because of this feeling, I worked hard through my middle school and high school years, constantly chasing that milestone of making it into Washington University, the ultimate springboard that would launch me to my goal of becoming a neuroscientist and the second person to earn a PhD in my family (after my dad). That's why I believe I'm qualified to have the honor of attending Washington University; my drive to make my parents proud and prove to them that their isolation wasn't for naught, that their sacrifice will be rewarded, outweighs anything else in my
When I was sixteen, I emigrated with my mother from Hong Kong to United States. The obstacles we faced due to language barrier seemed to isolate us from the world we once were part of. Adapting to this society was harsh for me, but more difficult for my mother. Despite our troubles as newcomers, my mother still tried to support me in school and pursue an aviation career, and I learnt to be independence and take responsibility for myself from watching my mom.
Enter into school in Antigua I faced more challenges like bullying and fighting. I was a pretty average student in highschool I was fighting more, skipping classes. My mom decided to move me to private school, there was a lot of rules new environment and new teachers. In the beginning it was hard I had to change the way I did things. I graduated receiving many awards and gain new friendships.