I am not the people and places I grew up with, though I adapt to them, i strive to be even just a little bit different. To be my own person with my own unique identity.
I was extremely silent and odd as a child. I would keep to myself, read story books kids my age did not even think of reading for example Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, play alone in the garden, chat with the plants, animals and even to the rocks! and I must confess, I would dig up all sorts of insects from the ground just to cut them in half to see what was in them. The television was never a distraction to me because I found it more of a luxury than a necessity. Moreover, I did not like sitting at one place for hours, I loved the outdoors, the experience of being outdoors made me feel free.
Unfortunately, not everyone can have the same wants, needs curiosity and personality as they grow up. Although I still have many of the same qualities I had as a child, my experience feels somehow incomplete. I can’t help but feel that I am stuck in that murky place between where dreams are conceived and dreams are realized. Let me explain:
My parents got a divorce when I was fifteen. The constant fights that they had before the divorce, during and after it changed me into from a carefree, happy-go-lucky person into an emotional wreck. I became self- destructive and no longer cared about my education and social life. I just wanted to be left alone in my depth of despair. Somehow, I managed to pull through and got myself out of that deep black hole and learned to smile, laugh, hope, believe and make friends again thru Karate and athletics. I finally started to believe and trust in God and people around me.
My mother remarried when I was sixteen to a very , very agreeable younger man. My sisters absolutely adore him and the feeling is reciprocated. Even though he cannot and will never be able to be a father to me as I am too old and he is too young for me to be looked at as his daughter, I like having him around. He makes my mum and sisters happy and that is good enough for me. Furthermore, its nice to see his bald and shiny head around, it reminds me to be thankful that I am blessed with a head of hair.
It took me a lot of self – motivation, poetry and food to get me out of my depressed state. The result was every girls’ nightmare, a fatter and frowny image. I realised that no matter what happens, we need to stay optimistic, strong and never give up on ourselves.
Spending the next two years at Fairview would help me distinguish myself as an individual. I love the fact that the IBDP pushes us to be the very best that we can, and encourages us to be open- minded, think critically and creatively and to apply what we learn outside of the classroom. I believe it is the perfect education for me, as it would enhance my sense of independence, security, broaden my horizons and expose myself to the many cultures of the world. In return, I hope I could help the world in any way I could.
Having said that and with a restless spirit and a fierce eagerness to learn, I believe I would be a great asset to Fairview International for this program. If accepted, I plan to pursue my education with a new kind of passion, one that becomes stronger for me every day: the passion for independence.
-Hayani-
This is my personal statement to college I just thought I’d share it just incase if anyone wants an example of a personal statement. Do not reuse, copy and paste and claim it to be yours. Write your own. Plus, mine is not very good.
