Often I would wake to the screeching sound of sirens fading in and out above my bedroom window. I lived in a cozy two-bedroom apartment with my mother and two younger brothers. The walls were chipped plaster and the carpet reminded me of sticky green moss. My mother had just separated from her second husband, and our income was far lower than the national average. It was incredibly hard for her to support three children, especially in a city like Albuquerque, but she managed to keep us clothed and feed. Every night I could hear my mother cry alone in her room, and every day I promised myself that when I grew up I would make enough money to support her. I frequently daydreamed that I was a corporate executive flying all over the world in the company jet while sending great sums of money to my mother, so she could live the lifestyle she deserved. I dreamt that I would stand in
Now, my freshman year is almost over. Not only have I kept my promise, but also I have accomplished a lot more than I expected. I held down two steady jobs, received good marks in all of my classes, held the position of floor representative for the dormitory council, and became a member of the psychology club. I have achieved a great deal this year and I wish to do the same in a different atmosphere. Though UNLV has been very kind to me as an educational institution, I find that my peers do not share the same goals in life. “ Serious students”, such as myself, are given very little room to blossom under the oppressive weight of parties and alcohol. I believe switching schools would help me to connect with individuals who are also driven to make their lives better. I want to make my childhood fantasy a reality, and I believe I have found the door. Now I will patiently wait