<p>I am applying through common app to the University of San Diego(USD), New York University, and Vassar college.
The USD app is due by this Sunday and everything is completed I just need to finalize my essay. I constantly edit this essay (I used it for the UC essay) and I just really want it to be perfect because this essay means a lot to me.
Thank you in advance</p>
<p>Here is the prompt I chose:Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.</p>
<p>I made up my own imaginary father for as long as I could remember. I recall bragging to all of my friends that my dad worked as an architect and that many of the lavish buildings and skyscrapers in town were designed by him. The truth was not entirely stretched per say; my father was an architect back home in Iraq, but upon his arrival to the states for a chance at a better life he had to cope with the fact that his degree was considered worthless. Therefore, having to settle for an occupation that did not showcase his natural talents.
I remember sitting at my Grandmothers dinner table every weekend because my father had to work late in order to support our family. My grandmother was able to sense my undeniable dissatisfaction for my dads current career. She sat me down at the dinner table and while she served me a plate of authentic Middle Eastern cuisine, she would tell me stories about my father that satisfied my craving more than the food I was eating. My grandmother told me that my father had a hunger for education more than anyone. He craved education so much that he decided to attend community college as well as work two jobs upon his arrival to the states, just so that he could get back to where he left off. What I didn't know was that my father had to quit school shortly before graduating because of my birth; he now had more mouths to feed and more responsibilities. Left without a college education, my father came to the conclusion that he would not be able to continue from where he left off after all. The words of my grandmother echo in my head and I think about them whenever I need a push or something to motivate me. My grandmother told me that my father is no longer interested in pursuing his dreams because he knows that it would require his kids to be setback. His new dream is to watch all of his children succeed in life and to strive for whatever gives us joy.
Looking back at it a few years down the road, I deeply regret fabricating who my father was to all of my friends because the truth of the matter is, who my dad really is, is enough to make me proud to call him my hero. I can never equally repay my father for the sacrifice he made for us, but I know that I can do him proud by achieving my dreams. My father works harder than anyone I know; he may have had to set his natural talents aside, but little does he know that his talents have always been working. In fact theyve made me the hardworking person I am today. Over the past years I have been molded into a young women with dreams and aspirations that I know will be achieved if I retain the same drive and dedication as my father. Because of my father, I long to pursue a career that I know will showcase my natural talents; I aspire to mirror his dedication for knowledge with hopes that in the future, I can look back and see my father smiling because his dream has been fulfilled.</p>