Hispanic, Worker, Student, Mother Essay -- Graduate College Admissions

Hispanic, Worker, Student, start I am the only girl and middle child in a family of five siblings. As is common in Hispanic culture, my position was automatically placed below that of my brothers by virtue of my gender wholly. even out as a teenager, I was not allowed to go out to movies only if with my friends my younger brother was sent to keep an eye on me and tarradiddle rump to my mother. Needless to say, I was also not permitted to date in high shoal. At that time, without the social life afforded to other girls my age, I sour to academics. Captivated by muckrakers, yellow journalism, and the sheer power of the printed word, I find through with(predicate) journalism my love for writing. The idea of writing something that would get the anxiety of my teenage peers, or anyone for that matter, appealed to me. In one column I wrote astir(predicate) conspiracy activity at my high school. I argued for tougher disciplinary measures for gang members and against ineffec tive administrative procedures in dealing with gangs. However, one did not neglect gangs in the school paper and expect it to go unnoticed. While my adviser feared for my safety, he agreed to run the column anyway. The day it ran, I walked into school with my head held high and prepared for the worst, still it never came. Instead I got people talking talking about changes. I had succeeded in what I had intended for my writing. My senior year I became a correspondent for the El Paso Herald Post and earned an internship for the summer after graduation. Although I served as more than of a gopher than a writer, no task was in addition small. I loved the opportunity to hang around the newsroom and witness season veterans at work. When summer ended I was terrified at the facial expression ... ...e I had loved in academics. I needed to do more for my daughter and myself. In the summer of 1996, 1 walked off the contrast and back into the classroom. Unlike the scared, sheltered girl fresh out of high school, I was like a shot a single mother, a little older but far wiser. While I had longed for my mothers approval when I began college, I now had the admiration of my daughter. As her role model, Im obligated not merely to take her about responsibility but also to show her what is right through my actions. I have equilibrise academics, a child, a household, and a job (sometimes two jobs) every semester while continuing to have my writings produce and making the best grades of my academic career. The decisions to keep my daughter and to raise her alone could have devastated my academic career, but instead they made me into a strong, dedicated, and balanced person.