STONY BROOK SCHOOL

As a young man growing up in today's society I have made some very bad choices.

My name is Germaine H. and I currently attend Thomas Jefferson high school. I am an immigrant who is now a citizen from the island of Jamaica.

While you are reading this essay you must think wow, Jamaica is a nice place. The beaches and the hotels are very nice there. But that's quite the contrary. As a young boy growing up in Jamaica I cried at nights wishing to leave to go to a better place. There were days I could not even go to school. My mother didn't have bus fare for me to travel on the bus. There were days that all she had was bus fare and no money for me to buy lunch because in Jamaica we don't get free lunch in school. There were nights I tried to fall asleep but couldn't. Because of the constant gunshots rigging in my ears at night.

My mother had a job that was paying her little or nothing. My mother my little brother and I lived in a one room house right in the heart of Kingston's ghetto. Our house was made of zinc and when it rained it would leak and wet the whole house. When most people go to Jamaica they g

Track and Field was paramount in my life and I held it sacrosanct above everything even my academics. To me it was all about a 65 once I got a 65 and I passed that was all I needed. Track and field was my bread and butter I thought that with track I could get to any college I wanted to go. I have just come to know that I was thinking very wrong and if I had continued my path I would go nowhere. I paid for my mistake dearly with what I call the lowest average I have ever seen in my life. For two straight years I saw only an average of 75. An average that was not reflecting my true potential. Why was my average so low? It was because I spent too much time running and less time studying. While I was running 1:56 in the 800m and 4:30 in the 1600m I was not thinking of the travesty I was putting myself into in terms of average and in terms of going to college not just any college the best college possible. My true potential was hidden beneath an iron curtain. That iron curtain was Track and Field.

There are a lot of reasons why I want to go to Stony Brook. But the central reason is that I know Stony Brook can help me take that great leap forward. I know Stony Brook can help me climb that great pillar of intellect where I would enter and interact with people from different likes of the world. I choose Stony Brook, but the question is will Stony Brook chose me.

When people come to this country from another country they seem to get caught up in the wrong things and forget where they were coming from. They forget the reason they came here in the first place. The reason why they left where they were born and where they grew up to come to this land. Which I call the land of opportunity. That was the case for me. Between the first time I flew in a plane and the first time I saw so many cars eight years passed and I have made the worst decisions of my 18 years on gods earth. Prior to my entrance to Thomas Jefferson high school I was so sure that I hand figured out what it was that I need to do to do very well in h

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