<p>I just finished writing my personal statement and would appreciate any feedback (positive or negative). thanks!</p>
<p>PROMPT 1: 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>
<pre><code>Cream walls and paperbacks stacked upon one another line the walls of my room. Quotes of perseverance, change, and optimism are pinned against the burlap of my bulletin board. I hear murmurs of Arabic recitals coming from down the hall, tunes from a video game coming next door, and the piano playing from downstairs. I shut the door, drop my backpack and watch as my binder and A.P books slip from out of the zipper. I acknowledge their presence, but I turn to the shelf of renowned titles in different fonts. Its the first time I feel at home since I moved.
Junior year was a slideshow of stress, defiance, and determination played in a sequence film. I said my farewells to my cherished friends, landmarks, and memories in my old town and turned to a forced start in a new location due to financial circumstances. I never blamed my beloved parents or family for this relocation, but I had no outlet to throw the stress onto. I fold over pages of my favorite books and reminisce on old memories. Then, my alarm buzzes and I realize I have read through the entire night and it is now time to get ready for school. Three months of A.P summer work that I crammed into seven days due to my late transfer fill my binder. New faces and halls glaze my eyes as I enter the gates, but all I can think about is the stories and words that await my arrival in the bookshelf of my new room. I was not well adjusted and hadnt found comfort in classes or friends, which unfortunately were reflecting in my grades. I always loved school; exciting teachers, fascinating information, heart pumping rallies, and a community of clubs. However, throughout my junior year, it felt as though everything was moving in full acceleration, and I was still stuck in reverse. Whenever I recieved a test back I felt ashamed. I knew this grade didnt reflect who I was, but I didnt know how to turn around the series of unfortunate events. I was trying desperately to balance my home and school life simultaneously, but no amount of endless nights studying or unpacking were helping. By the end of my first semester, I stumbled upon a book in my public library. It was an enlightening novel that was written to bring a newfound meaning and enjoyment of life to the reader. I fell in love with quotes and paragraphs which are now new additions to my bulletin board. I began to realize that my love for reading, writing, and expression shouldnt be overshadowed due to this dark time in my life. My dream major will remain and I will defy any obstacle given to me by pushing a little harder by getting through the school year, successfully.
A new chapter of my life is being written; senior year has begun. I now come from a poppy room filled with college pamphlets, new textbooks, senior goals, new quotes, and a new aurora. By being ambitious about my love for stories, I now write my own: my life. No bump in the road, setback, or defeating time will take away my goals in life; rather these dim times make me want to try even harder in order to prove my worthiness. Now it is up to me to redeem these past fallbacks and evolve them into something bigger than me.
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