<p>I have a lot of things to write on my common app essay, but I don't really know how to organize all my details. (basically, tell me which details i should put in which paragraph)</p>
<p>Ok, I'll start explaining all the things I am going to put in my essay.</p>
<p>Basically, it's my life and how it has shaped who i am.</p>
<p>My dad was a diplomat in the Bangladeshi embassy and because of him I was born in America. However 3 months after i was born, my dad got transferred to my country, Bangladesh. After 2 years in Bangladesh, we were transferred to Saudi Arabia for 3 years. (I don't really remember much about the events in until i was 5). After Saudi Arabia (When i was 5), we moved to England. I was enrolled in Fryent Primary School (something like that). we just moved to England and i was barely used to the customs of England. But i was a kid and i didn't realize how much different i was from everyone else. Getting along with the people in England wasn't really a problem. All the other children and the other teachers were always friendly to me. After 3 years, however, we had to move again and this time to Iran. This was the first time i was not excited to move to another country. All my friends had been in England and i knew there was no way i could ever talk to them again. </p>
<p>In Iran, i was enrolled into Tehran International school. During my first couple of weeks in Tehran, I was pretty sad that i had to start my life all over again. But nonetheless, i did. In my new school, i easily fit in with all the others. It was an international school and every ethnic group and religion was represented in this school. I became fascinated in the unique qualities that each ethnic group offered. I had friends from all over the world and i was proud. However, during the middle of 5th grade, my father was transferred back to Bangladesh. Once again, I was unhappy that i would lose all my friends. But this time, i actually told them that i had to move and we gave each others contact info to each other.
The only thing i looked forward was to see all my relatives that i hadn't seen since i was a toddler.</p>
<p>We arrived in Bangladesh in 2003 and it completely different from England and Iran. There were tons and i mean tons of people homeless just sleeping beside my apartment building. I had to enter school in the middle of 5th grade and it was a difficult transition. Bangladesh's curriculum was completely different from England and Iran's. 5th grade was very serious because the grade determined what middle school a student would get into. Bangladesh's rigorous curriculum and the fact that i just entered the school mid-way was one of the reasons for my work-ethic and academic success. Although i managed to excel in academics, i suffered socially in Bangladesh in the beginning. The students knew very litle English and it was tough for me to communicate with them because i did not know Bengali very well. In December of 2006, we received a call from one of my father's colleague. He told us that my father had been put into a hospital. Thinking that my father's injury was minute, we entered the hospital only to be greeted by the unforgettable sight of my father covered in a white cloth. All we could see was his face and i could never forget that sight ever again. We were completely stunned by this and although time passed, for us it didn't. We were stuck with the same mindset: How are we going to live? But as I said, time passed and my mom was offered a job as a consulate general in the Bangladeshi Embassy. She promptly accepted and by 2005 we were on our way to America. This was the first time I actually wanted to move to another country, and to start a life because i sure wasn't happy with the one i had. I was also excited to study in America, the country known for its excellency, the country that is "paved with gold".</p>
<p>As i walked out of the airport of JFK, my mom's nephew, who lived in Boston, came to pick us up. As he drove across New York city, i was stunned by how exaggerated my expectations of America was. Not only were the streets not "paved with gold", but they were filled with lots of homeless people and lots of garbage cans piled on top of each other. We moved into a one bedroom apartment, which was much different than the luxurious houses i was accustomed to. But i was much happier being close to my family in a small house than living separate lives in a large house. I also enjoyed the diversity in America. It was amazing to once again be surrounded by unique people. It wasn't until 8th grade that i realized that i was much younger than most people. Due to England's educational system that contained only kindergarten instead of pre-K and kindergarten, i was one year younger than most people. But due to my circumstances, i was also a lot more mature than most kids. </p>
<p>OK, that was basically my life (from 7th grade to now, i lived like a regular kid). I kinda need help organizing this because there is so much to write. This is my conclusion paragraph:</p>
<p>I realize now that although i had lost my role-model, i gained an invaluable life experience at a very young age. I believe that the chance to study in perhaps the most advanced country in the world was a positive result of this incident. It made me aware of how unpredictable life could be and it taught me how to cope. I learned to adjust to sudden changes in life, such as going from living in a big house to living in a small apartment in New York. Not only did i have to adapt to a new environment, but I also had to become acllimated with a new system of education. By moving from one country to another, I have realized that diversity is important to future developments. I am proud to say that i was able to handle this immense transition. Having been through the worst and succeeding in recovery, I now have a greater understanding of how to seek balance in life and to appreciate the positive aspects of an initially negative situation.</p>
<p>Thanks guys, i really appreciate it</p>