Participation in a first-year or senior seminar, assuming the seminar was academic and required you to produce meaningful work and some deliverable product. Past academic scholarships and the criteria by which you won them, especially if they are competitive national awards. Any co-op or work experiences directly relevant to graduate study, especially if the work you did was integrated into senior thesis research. Study at more than one school or study abroad, in particular if you are fluent in multiple languages.
Honors education classes or an honors thesis. Completion of a senior thesis, especially if some facet of the thesis research can be continued at graduate school. Educational training through the military or professional certification programs, with an emphasis on relevance to graduate study.
A transfer of schools or a return to school after time away, emphasizing positive lessons learned from the experience and giving evidence of accomplishments and motivation. My favorite memories of elementary are of the hours spent outside, playing with the boys, and receiving my first kiss from the first girl I had a crush on, behind an oak tree, hidden from sight. One day I awoke only to realize that school itself was changing. The first noticeable change was not staying in one class with the same people.
Junior High School brought about a new understanding of how to meet and make friends. With six different classrooms, six different teachers, and more students then I can remember, school was becoming a playground for the mind. While many other students were having difficulty keeping pace with the amount of work being handed out, I still finished early, which left plenty of time for myself to engage in conversation with who ever was willing to listen.
After only a few months of Junior High School, I felt myself maturing more rapidly then everyone around me. I found myself cleaning up after other students in classrooms. Cleaning up small things such as paper basketballs that had missed their target goal and broken pencil pieces became something I did out of boredom. I had more respect for instructors, listening while they spoke and refusing to enter a sideline conversation with another student.
I was always quick to notice when a teacher was not in the mood for laughs, and discovered that I often paid more attention in class whenever a teacher was in a serious mood. Three years in Junior High School came and went almost as fast as the last one year spent in elementary. Life was flying by and I barely took it seriously. I maintained high grades, but I failed to realize that school was a progressive learning thing, and thus I never gave my full effort to any assignment.
A major regret of mine was never taking the time to really try to learn. I knew I was intelligent, and I took it for granted. High School helped me understand that giving your best effort made the difference between a high grade and an average grade. No longer could I slack on assignments, as much more was being expected of me. The culture shock I experienced was another layer of university life that I did not anticipate.
Though I attended seven different elementary schools, the racial demographics in each of those schools and my high school were mostly Latino. A sense of family and unspoken connection exists when one is surrounded by people that look like them. I did not awkwardly stand out like I did at my undergraduate university where I clearly represented the minority. I was secure in my abilities and my potential in life, and at a young age, I knew the importance of education, but it was still very challenging to go day-by-day in a world that I felt I did not belong with the additional dynamic of opportunity and academia gaps.
I constantly questioned whether I was working hard enough. I had a full course load, worked three jobs, maintained a 3. Today, I have multiple degrees, three of them Masters and I am currently in my second year of study for my doctorate in Educational Leadership.
I share my story for various reasons, but mainly due to the hope that another young child out there, possibly growing up poor, recognizing the substandard view from others due to their culture, but still having an unbeatable and deep sense of understanding that an education is the ticket to a quality of life is real.
The following is one of two winning essays composed for the The Mary Cone Barrie Scholarship. The scholarship is one of few annual awards that recognize non-traditional students and their pursuit of lifelong learning. My name is Moon Soe, and I am a junior student at Metropolitan State University, in Saint Paul, Minnesota, pursuing [ ].
My Educational Experience By Ivette Dubiel Growing up poor, in a large urban city to teenage parents, whose primary language was Spanish, presented many challenges in my education.
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The educational experience that changed my life is having undertaken typing lessons as an elective at high school. Lessons of typing are imperative to memorize the keyboard. My Educational Experience Essay Autobiographical account Within this short biographical dialogue I intend to explain my personal educational experience as well as argue my particular ideology which I feel is relevant to this piece. The ideology that I am going to discuss is the elitist ideology.