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The unfortunate event of death in my family brought me to the campus of Rice University. In eighth grade, my uncle, who lived in Houston, passed away in March 2014. While in town for the memorial service, my parents decided to show my older sister and me around the city and visit Rice, since it was an academically challenging school. Just stepping on campus captivated me. It was bright, open, and welcoming.
While the information session we attended was more for the benefit of my sister, I learned so much about the experience Rice offers students. After meeting the assistant admission director at the time, Lee Drummond, and hearing her enthusiasm about Rice, I knew I had to apply. Rice offers what I need to succeed in school and prepare for
Are there experiences you’ve had here at SDSU that you’ve never had before? Tell me why they stand out.
Death’s whisper traveled in my ear, wrapping around my mind, “I can take you away from this madness. Beyond this hell, that is life.” “Will it be more peaceful there?” I asked. “As serene as heaven above.” Possessive Depression responded. My heavy heart fluttered at the thought of serenity. No more painful days, or lonely, restless nights. No more of this living death. Anxiety murmured all my insecurities tempting me to make the decision, as every tick-tock from the clock he held, echoed in my brain, putting fear in me of things that will never happen. I thought about the invitation to eternal sleep, “I would finally be able to extract this smiling mask…” Thus, I decided to join the dance of death, done dealing with my dilemmas.
I did not know it at the time, but in November of 2005, I was knocking on death’s door. I was living in Naperville, IL with my girlfriend and her family. It was a few days before Thanksgiving, and the family was preparing for the holiday celebration. I was starting to feel a bit under the weather, but it was flu season.
This program exposed me to Asian cultures in a way I had never thought possible. Living in an Asian country, even for only a week, and being mixed with students from around the world brought me face to face with cultures I had never before truly experienced.
My first experience with death as a child happened when I was eleven years old. My grandfather passed away in his sleep from heart failure. I had spent that night at a girlfriends, when I came home I asked my father where my mother was. He replied simply that my grandfather had passed and she was with my grandmother. It was not discussed any further and I went to my room where I awaited my mothers return. My mother proceeded to explain what happened. I was more concerned with her well being than the death itself. At the time I knew what death was. I had a fascination with death as a child, it was something that greatly interested me. My grandfather had a very traditional funeral. I was very timid and curious at the viewing. I felt uncomfortable
Death a familiar friend, who seemed to always show up when I least expect it. Somehow when he appeared and blindsided me, I should have known. Things never can stay that good for long. My grandmother, taken by death to once again be reunited with her soul mate after years of morning. With this came the harsh effects of the diagnosis, the hospital visits at all hours, medication, death, and home.
"Deedee get up it 's time for school," my mom always said. Up until fifth grade that was all I could remember hearing. Every morning before school, I can remember being so anxious and excited about going to school, school is where I shined. I was not like everyone else, I did not play sports and I could not sing or dance. However, for a long time school is where I showed off my talents.
This is crazy. Why am I afraid? I’m acting as if this is my first funeral. Funerals have become a given, especially with a life like mine, the deaths of my father, my uncle and not my biological mother, you would think I could be somewhat used to them by now. Now I know what you’re thinking, death is all a part of life. But the amount of death that I’ve experienced in my life would make anyone cower away from the thought. This funeral is nothing compared to those unhappy events.
I am so ready for college. I could not wait for this moment to get here and it was finally here! In the year of 2016, I graduated from Community School of Davidson. I had applied to every school you could think of (Norfolk State, Spelman,Howard, and Tuskegee) just to name a few and decided to go with my first choice Tuskegee University. This was weird because I am a city girl and Tuskegee University is in the country.
For most people, becoming a parent is one of the greatest moments in their lives. I never understood the true meaning of love until I became a father. Little did I know; I would also learn the tragedy of loss.
Growing up in apartments scattered about the city of Los Angeles, I never understood the close-knit communities I saw represented on television. I was conditioned from birth to avoid neighbors, never speak to them, and understand that our relationship was maintained only by the walls we shared. All of the informational materials from my current institution, Hollins University, promised a small community and a great sisterhood. Settling into this school was a jarring experience, to say the least, because the school so aptly delivered on its promises. Doors were left unlocked, trusting hands left phones on cafeteria tables, and smiles were openly exchanged with strangers on the way to class. While I have grown fond of this small community living in the Hollins Bubble, I need to reconsider my place here for several reasons.
As a new student at UNCW, my overall experience and my ultimate personal and professional goals are entirely dependent on my actions and what I participate in during my four years at this institution. I must apply my past values, experiences, and influences during my time here to be the most well-rounded student I can be. Although the past is a crucial component of my identity and where I am headed, it is equally important to create new experiences that build upon existing foundations from earlier in life. My inherent values and experiences make me a well-rounded individual, and it is up to me to draw upon this as I create my legacy at UNCW.
While I was growing up I knew death was something that was going to eventually happen and sadly it happened sooner than I expected. I believed in death and got the idea of the feeling. Through the ages of six to fifteen I have only been to three funerals but I was not a family member, which means it did not affect me in anyway. I would feel sorry for the family but that was the closest to me feeling sad.
Rice was my perfect dream school, it had everything that I could ever ask for. Rice is one of the top academic colleges in America, has a beautiful campus, in a great climate, amazing off campus activities in the 4th largest city in the country, amongst the happiest college students, and it even has a chipotle close to campus- the only issue? I had never heard of it in my life. I was born and raised in Montclair, New Jersey and my high school sends students to top universities across the country year after year, yet I was the first student to go to Rice in nearly 10 years. Rice is an amazing institution, and I believe that its largest flaw is that not enough people are not aware of this outside of Texas.
It is quite fortunate that I do not live in Seattle or Portland. As beautiful as those cities are and as much as I love visiting them, I could never tolerate the gray, cloudy weather. I've decided that fall is my least favorite season. I absolutely adore all the colors and the mild weather, but the time change, which causes it to become dark by 5:30pm and the gray skies, make me feel terribly blue!