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Every semester I learn something completely new and surprising. Last year, I’ve learned to cherish the people who are in my life. People who I thought would be there forever have left and never looked back, and those who I didn't expect to be so close to, have come into my life and never left my side. I’ve learned that some people just won't be there for me...and that's perfectly okay. Because I have also learned that there will be those who are willing to help me carry the burdens of life, simply because they care so much for me.

Walking through the corridors of such a profound school, I was excited to begin my journey of lifelong learning. Over the years being a part of such a dynamic women’s college, holds true that these creative individuals are strong, competitive and …show more content…

My mind is exhausted. I have had a sense of hopelessness as if I didn’t belong at times. Trying to maintain good grades and a strong GPA, the course loads and challenge classes started to become overwhelming. Therefore, I found myself in the counseling and psychological services office seeking assistance to deal with the lows of depression. As I seek help, the trauma of withdrawing from my close friends as I try desperately to explain why I’m so distant is disastrous. However, the friends in which I had such a great bond with for years, didn’t care to understand my hardships. They left my corner, without even reaching out to see if I’m okay. Then God’s sent two special angels to my side to help me through my journey. They helped encourage me, and I begin to believe in myself again. However, the struggle became even tougher for me as I received a call on that dreadful day that put the dagger in my heart. From that moment, my life begins to unravel bit by bit. Consequently, the once strong matriarch of my family, could not endure the pains of cancer. Uncontrollable screams surfaced in the school hallway as I received the news.

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Admissions Essay - My Father Died of AIDS