|Posted by Olivia Lawrence on April 28, 2013 at 7:25 PM|
My life story begins about 8 years ago. When I was 18 years old(on my 18th birthday to be precise) I got on a plane and flew across the country and across the border, away from everything that I had known. This decision was the jumping point that has led me to where I am today. Not many people know much about me or my past, whether it was because Iwas ashamed on some level or simply afraid of judgment I’m not sure but I’ve always wrapped myself in a cloak of secrecy and denial, but I don’t want to hide anymore. The situation at home once I reached high school wasn’t a good one, and most of my family still denies that there was a situation which has continued to make things difficult, and so I took the initiative to change my life.
This choice came with sacrifices, a lot of them. I had to dropout of high school and I left practically everything I had behind, taking onl ya carryon suitcase with me. For 2 yearsI lived with friends in eastern Canada trying to work my way through immigration. I eventually got fed up with feeling as though I wasn’t doing anything with my life. I’d always been passionate about school, and it killed me to leave it the way I did. I couldn’t get any job other than under the table house cleaning. I was floundering, and I just couldn’t stay. I had met a lot of people in that time, I had a family of my own making, and this time the choice to leave it all behind was a lot more difficult.
There is the story of how I came to be in California. So here I was back in the states and I could work, go to school, live like a real person. I had wanted to get back to school right away, but then I found that it was difficult to afford school when working full time just to meet living costs. Two and a half years after moving to California, through the help of my wonderful boyfriend Pat and his family, I was able to finally get back to school. I took some classes and studied for the GED test, which I passed in the summer of 2010. That fall I began my time as a true college student.
As I’m writing this I am in the final part of my last semester at Palomar College. My time at Palomar has had its ups and its downs, but my time here has been incredible and has helped me to grow into who I am today. I owe so much to all of the professors that I have had at this school, because without them I wouldn’t be the student that I am today. My successes in school are ones that I have worked hard for, but I also know that I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish half as much without their help.
I suppose that brings me to the point of this post today. Over the last month or so college acceptances have been coming in. The first was UCSD, and then there was UCSB which had been my first choice. These are both great schools and I was proud of myself for having gotten into them. The third and last school I had applied to was UC Berkeley. At the time I only applied because I wanted to see if I was good enough, I suppose I didn’t really think I was. I hadn’t looked into the program, and whenever I started to I would stop myself because I didn’t want to find out that it was something amazing only to be let down.
Well at this point I suppose the end of the story is pretty clear: On Friday April 26 at 5:57 pm I found out that I had gotten into Berkeley. I cried. I hadn’t thought I hadr eally wanted it until I got in. About 2 minutes after that, I found out that I had been given an $18,877 scholarship. So here I am, 8 years after dropping out of high school, and I’ve been admitted and offered a huge scholarship from one of the best schools, not only in the nation, in the world. I think I’m still in shock, and I keep crying and smiling like a loon. I can’t possibly thank all of the people who have been with me along this journey enough.
So this is the story of my life, from its beginning 8 yearsago, to the present, and in a few months to my start at Berkeley where I will continue to make the most of the wonderful opportunities that I’ve been given.