From: Aicha Kanneh 9787 Palm St NW Apt 302 Coon Rapids MN 55433 January 23rd, 2017 To: Office of Admissions 170 West Sanborn Street Winona, Minnesota 55987. 5838 Dear Sir/Madam RE: Admission Appeal My name is Aicha Kanneh and I am writing this letter to appeal my admission decision. I have recently applied for admission as an undergraduate student to Winona State University. I received a response to my application on January 18, 2017. I was denied acceptance based upon not meeting the current entrance standards. It is my purpose with this letter to change your mind, and therefore, I hope this letter finds an understanding, compassionate, and forgiving person. If so, after reading this, I am certain you will acknowledge my transformation, …show more content…
My family is not the richest out there, but we take pride in what we have. Taking care of the bills and working overtime was taking a tremendous toll on my mother’s mental health. I decided to help my mother out, and got a job as a way to help lessen her stress, and to provide for the family. At first working and balancing my school work was extremely hard. The first couple of months of working, my grades dropped tremendously due to me not having time to study and do homework; but yet I could not quit my job because my family was depending on my paycheck in order to continue living “normally”. I would find myself falling asleep in class as the teachers were talking. My grades continued to drop, until I finally took action. I talked to my managers and changed my shifts to only the weekends, so that I could focus on school during the weekdays, and work on the weekends. This improved my grades from the way it was before, I now had more time to study and do homework, and even could now stay after school to get one on one help with the subjects that I was struggling with. I learned that “yes helping my mom with the bills will benefit the family tremendously, but me not getting good enough grades to pass and make a better future for myself than my parents did will hurt them more than me working”. If I don’t start taking actions for my responsibilities in my life, I will not go anywhere, and I will be living in regret. I took charge, and although I am not where I want to be academically; I will continue working as hard as I can to become successful not only in high school, but life in college and after
I am the product of divorced parents, poverty stricken environments, and a blended family, but I refuse to let that dictate the outcome of my life. At the age of ten, I had to assume the role of a fatherly figure to my three siblings, so I missed out on the typical childhood most would have had. I grew up in neighborhoods where gangs and criminal acts of violence were a pervasive occurrence, but I resiliently did not allow the peer pressures of others to force me to conform to their way of life. By the age of 15, I received my worker 's permit, and that allowed me the ability to help my mother financially in the absence of my father’s income. I worked the maximum amount of hours I could while balancing my academics and extracurricular school activities. I was a scholar athlete and triathlete in high school, and although I continuously faced much adversity, I still managed to be accepted to the University of California State, Bakersfield after I graduated from high school in 2005. Sadly, after
My name is Kaha Salad and I am appealing my Satisfactory Academic Progress suspension. Autumn semester of 2013 was a difficult time for me, I was going through many different changes in my life and I just didn’t know how to adapt. I experienced a personal event in the summer of 2013 that made my life change forever. My Grandmother Khadija died, she was the light of my family’s lives. My mother was immensely affected by her death, she went into a state of depression and she then stopped working. I took it upon myself to help out my grieving mother and get a job to help pay with the bills that was piling up. I began working
It all started in high school, as a person, I was far from being responsible. School was just a place to meet friends, spent most of my time playing around, and never thought about the future. But gradually, my parents were getting worried about me. One night, I was in my room when they called, and asked me to go to the living room. I looked at their faces and I knew that we were going to have a serious conversation, and I was right. They tried to give me an advice, an advice on how time flies and I never had the ability to turn it back. That life was about making the right decision, and there were options and opportunities presented to me. Whether they were good or bad, I need to think of what was best for me and made a decision on which options or opportunities I would take, so I had not regretted my decision later on in my life. When I heard this, I realized that all this time, I had been wasting time playing around and I need to think about the future. For a couple of days, I was weighing my option left and right about what to do after graduated. Should I go straight to...
We discuss work related issues and its impact on college success almost every day whether we notice or not this is a big issue. Some college students have to have jobs in order to eat to take care of themselves on a daily basis. It is not good to be in college and be absolutely broke, they say “you’re in college it’s alright if you don’t have money, I didn’t have any either” this statement is a complete NO! Money in today’s time is a necessity without it how can one prosper? Family issues tie into work related issues as well; we’ll tie the two in. Being a parent and going to class full time is already a hard task to take on, add a job on top of that. A parent is running late to class due to an accident at their child’s school this is a family issue that at the time is more important than class.
I Anthony Jerome Mahan am writing this appeal letter in attempt to be reconsidered for readmission here at Ashford University. Subsequently, over the last several months I have been battling with internal triggers, such as anxiety, frustration, flashbacks and sadness that all relates to my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) disability. Primarily, I have come to recognize that these internal triggers were offset by external triggers that referenced back to personal experiences that I endured in the United States Army. In particular, the division that I served in was the 82nd Airborne (Combat Engineering), and it required me to handle explosives, artillery, and the duty of jumping out of airplanes on a daily basis. With
Throughout my life my mother has always been my backbone and push me to strive for excellence and be academically perfect. I was taught to go above and beyond everyone else in class and work nonstop without excuses. However, the pressure from my mom triggered a negative effect in me and I eventually shutdown. Though I still managed to finish strong I felt that I did it to please my mom. That is why going to college is so important to me because I know that I can go to college and be triumphant on my own, so right now I am pushing through adversity in an attempt to prove myself right.
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
As I set such a scenario for you, two problems are clearly recognizable. The first lies in the lack of effort I put forth in my early schooling, and the second is that I recognized very early what my parents expectations of me were, though I failed to explore my own subdued expectations. They were bubbling just beneath the surface of my false façade of a student. It was not until my years in college, and my subsequent experience, although it is still in its infant stages, of teaching High School English that I began to appreciate writing and reading as a useful tool rather than a mechanism for keeping a smile on my parents’ faces. When this released enthusiasm became part of my life, the latter of the scenario’s problems quickly solved the former.
My parents are two of the most hardworking people I know. Although a college dropout, my father is now an engineer at the Boeing Company, while my mother ran a well-known daycare until I started high school. My parents had decided to homeschool my three siblings and me a little after I was born, and to do so, they had no qualms about sacrificing time, money, or respect. When I entered ninth grade, my parents chose to close my mother’s daycare to better homeschool my siblings and me, which meant my father had to then single-handedly support our family of six.
During the course of my life, I went through many difficult situations which made me a very responsible person. When I was in college, I worked as tutor for Elementary School students. This helped in paying for my tuition fees and significantly reduced my parent’s burden. Since I came from a middle class family and being only child of ...
In conclusion, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for enabling me to express myself. I would be very thankful if I am offered an admission in your esteemed university.
We were responsible for managing our homework and schedules. We were not nagged into studying, and did not rely on their reminders to do our work. This was not a burden for me, but a freedom. They encouraged us to put every effort we could into our work, but if we didn’t we were the ones who would bear the consequences. We were punished for never “encouraged” to do well with money or treats. My mother and father emphasized the personal responsibility and consequences of education, instead of using material items as incentives. Because I felt responsible for my education, I wanted to do the best possible. I knew my efforts in school reflected on me personally, and I wanted to do well. I knew that if I could not get A’s in my classes because of a difficulty understanding or learning material, or for other similar reasons, it was fine, but if I only did not get A’s because I did not put effort into my work, it was my fault, my responsibility, and my regret I had to deal with. This understanding and outlook has helped me to do well in school, and motivated me to be a determined, hardworking
Since I can remember my family has always struggled with money. My parents’ financial experience is like a box of assorted chocolate. Sometimes they make ends meet, sometimes they do not. My mother used to work for the state of Tennessee. She worked on computers and was married to my dad who was in a rock band that took tours overseas a lot. Momma worked full time and came home to do the exact same thing. They soon got a divorce and my mother was working her tail off for my sister and I to be able to live. Since then my mother has gotten remarried, has not been paid child support since I was seven years old or so, and is now trying to make ends meet and pay off a bunch of debt.
Like everyone else, family and friends have played a vital part in my life and have affected my outlook on money and career. I grew up in a family of six, with my father, who is an IT engineer, as the head and sole breadwinner of the family because in my country -Saudi Arabia- there aren’t many opportunities for women to advance. Although he made sure that we lived a pretty comfortable life, I would often see him foregoing his needs and wants to fulfil those of his family. So, I wondered about how different our lives could have been if my mom (or me as the oldest child) were working along with him. I believe that a person
Growing up, my parents, they always told me keep my grades up, to never put important things aside. They said learn from them, they had my oldest sister at a young age and they were not able to graduate or go back to continue educating them self. They struggle for so long, from buying themselves clothes, to paying the mortgage. Always put school first, work on myself to have the life I want when I am older, my parents said. Saying that, I believe; all the money I am spending, sacrifices I am making, skills I am gaining, and being able to say I fulfilled my goal will be worth it in about seven years for me.