Personal essay

Gabriel Hearne

College Essay: Choosing the right path

If I hadn’t moved away from Gary, Indiana, I would be in a juvenile facility or possibly pregnant.

Jose Galvan, Cristo Rey Jesuit High School

College Essay: On a mission to help others

I am lying on the playground, looking up at the other kids like they are giants. One kid keeps kicking me in the stomach.

Chia Thao, St. Paul Highland Park High School

College Essay: A stand-in parent

My arms screamed in protest, crying mutiny against my mind even as screams, loud and physical, erupted from my youngest sister. 

College Essay: Telling my story, without a costume

The dress was knee-length, frilled, and made of a blue material that resembled a shaggy carpet. In retrospect, it was hideous. But in that very moment, I felt like a princess.

College Essay: A Mexican education system teaches a valuable lesson

When I arrived in Mexico City from my home, Minnesota, two years ago, I was petrified when I saw a place that looked hopeless.

College Essay: Full speed ahead

Bang! The gun goes off! I thrust out of the starting blocks with full force and accelerate forward. As I run, my breaths become shallow, my chest tightens and I hear myself breathing loudly.

College Essay: ‘Changing the world, one girl at a time’

When Hooyo (“Mother” in Somali) picked me up from school in our Ethiopian refugee camp, we’d walk the long way home so people wouldn’t know that I went to school.

College Essay: Overcoming homelessness

Homelessness can happen to anyone. I know because I experienced it. One day in fifth grade, my parents sat my siblings and me down together in our tiny apartment.

College Essay: A visit to Thailand and a new outlook on life

I stared at the red dirt stain on my Nike shoes. My throat dried up and sweat trailed down the side of my face. Despite the musty heat and my sore foot, I kept walking.

College Essay: On the right path, after tragedy and turmoil

Bam! Bam! I heard this sound early in the morning. People screaming, “Mungu nisaidie” (God help me). My body shaking and numb. My face hot. I knew how to run at the age of 3.

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