Throughout my childhood, I noticed differences between my friends and myself—their experiences, senses of home, family structures. I desired normalcy, yet my culture, my family and I… we thrived in the differences.
I wrote this essay for my colleges. I wanted to express my flexibility and versatility as a person, which I owe to my upbringing and changes I’ve underwent.
Family expectations. Fear. Uncertainty. Some of the many negative thoughts that flow in a teenager’s mind. Cue art, a community, a tool, and a coping mechanism that changed a girl’s life.
I’ve written a scholarship essay showing how I’d bring a diverse perspective to NYU. I’ve shared my experiences growing up in Jamaica and America, my love of sharing knowledge and my love of writing.
In this personal statement, I reflect on how suffering alters the way we see the people around us, and how that phenomenon ended up playing a big part in my life.
What identities do you perform in your day-to-day life and how have they changed over time? How can you care for others as they perform their identities with honesty?
A Muslim girl recalls her experience facing religious discrimination. which prompts her to organize a safe space for likeminded individuals to perform their identities.
“Are you okay?” The Hispanic woman wearing a disposable medical apron asks me as she comes back into the x-ray check-up room after scanning my braces. No.
A whimsicial narrative of my life as my step count increases. Throughout my journey, I meet different parts of myself, from Curiosity to Shame. It’s a story of how these “people” have helped me grow.