<p>Describe the world you come from for example, your family, community or school and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.</p>
<p>This draft is in its very initial stages. All criticism welcomed. Suggestions on last paragraph please. Its kind of contreversial THANKS!!!!!</p>
<p>Dont judge me! has become so common its only a matter of time before its added into the urban dictionary. I hear it all the time at school, either from my friends mouths or random adults. Please dont judge me. I used to say it because I felt the urge to fit in and I only felt the need to conform to society because projected image is way over-emphasized in the society I live in.
I grew up with atopic dermatitis, also known as eczema, a skin condition characterized by unpredictable flares of itchy patches that damage skin cells. Because of its sporadic nature, some days, seasons, and years are better than others. During my 8th grade year, my middle school of one score acquired the funds to remodel the campus to fit in with the surrounding neighborhoods. To me, it was pretty clear the campus was functioning perfectly but I guess the school board didnt want the old-school flavor to detract rich Irvinian parents from enrolling their kids in the school. Its funny to see the school indirectly scream Dont judge me.
That year, dust blew like it did during the Great Dust Bowl only to a much lesser degree. The construction triggered my eczema to flare up unprecedented. Soon enough, it became clear the environment harmed me more physically than it benefited me academically. Left with no other choice, my Mom enrolled me in Irvine homeschool. Dont judge me. I was homeschooled but Im neither a pariah nor an Amish. I only opened up this life experience to certain close friends. Why? Because I feared the consequences of being labeled stereotypical names by friends who judge.
Initially, homeschool turned my world upside down. I moaned in self-pity, one of my less-desirable traits. Over time, I ascended above my groaning by making friends with other home school kids. Alana Walker, a figure skater, Agnes Hsu, a ballerina who applied for a German ballet school, and I became close friends. They were these normal girls who were homeschooled their whole lives. Going to Starbucks at ten in the morning only to face questions like shouldnt you be at school didnt stop them from living their lives. They didnt fear the dont judge me as the rest of society did.
Recently, I caught up with Agnes on Facebook. The internet really works wonders but also is part of the reason society has become so judgmental. I told her about my struggles of finding an essay topic for the personal statements since I dont have any extra-curricular activities due to my unstable health condition. I also made it clear I didnt want to open up a can of worms by writing about my homeschool experience. She joked at my pain and I laughed back. But then she said something quite striking. She told me to Just be honest and yourself. In other words, she was saying dont let the colleges judge you.<br>
So here I am, writing my homeschooling experiencesthe honest truth. Everything I have experienced up until now contributed to my making. I dont have to cover up the scars on my skin or hide the details of my 8th grade year; they are a symbol of my past and lesson learned.
As for my future, I am giving it completely to God. My Christian faith is part of me. Theres no need to hide this fact just as theres no need to hide my 8th grade year. Theres also no need to hide my aspiration described by my favorite song: Precious lives and heart treasures too/ Positions and golden futures/ Have been wasted on You Lord/ Your sweetness a fragrance so sure. Let society think what it wants to. Im not letting society judge me.</p>