<p>I am finally submitting my common app essay late tonight/tomorrow and I need a last good review from my peers.
Many thanks in advanced</p>
<p>Here is the prompt: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; my father was an architect back home in Iraq but when he came to America for a chance at a better life his degree became worthless. Therefore, my father had 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 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 she knew. 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 did not 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 forever 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 is 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 they have 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. Most importantly, I have taken away from my dads experience that obstacles will always be placed in front of me, I just have to confront each challenge with passion, drive and without any regrets. Most of time things will not go my way and I just have to learn to adjust to the situation at hand in order to allow myself to grow as a young woman. My pocket can be full of many dreams and aspirations, but my biggest dream of all will always be, being someone my own kids can call their hero for the same reasons I call my dad mine.</p>