College Admissions Essay: A Dream Job

When I was eight my dream was to be a pediatrician. At eleven I wanted to be Wilhelmina Slater. Fifteen, I desired to be Olivia Benson, and when seventeen hit I aspired to be Olivia Pope. It’s funny how my dream job was pieced together from the lives of power fictional women. These women served as inspiration for me coming into my own individualism. As years have passed, I’ve felt aimless, yet their representation has always been a model for me. These past three years, these fictional women and many more have helped me realize writing is my key to escape a defined black-and-white reality.

The past three years have been difficult, yet the most rewarding. During high school I foolishly squandered the opportunity a collegiate high school offers. I’ll always be grateful to Mr. Cass, a past teacher; for losing his temper and speaking the unspoken truths of our class’s reality. It gave me the wakeup call I desperately needed, and shed light to the depth of disservice I’d done myself. The fall of 2014, I started community college with a new-found respect for education. I worked diligently in my

Only eight assignments compiled your grade for the semester which made me nervous. Throughout the course, I had received A’s on the majority of the assignments, but I scored a C on the final exam. Now to say I was disappointed is an understatement. The semester came to a close, and final grades were posted. When I logged in to look at final grades for the semester, a sense of dread creept into my stomach. I scrolled slowly down the page, and instantly teared up. Not only had I received an A in my other studies but Statistics also. I cried for a good two minutes, because the fact that I had worked so hard and studied relentlessly had paid off. I regained my bearings and called my mom crying in shock that I had received an A. The sense of utter disbelief lasted all day, and when I talked about Statistics I would cry. I’ll never forget that