College Essay # 239

239. Describe a time someone was jealous of you.

Every holiday, whether summer of winter, a new year or a new semester, I always review and study someone or the other every holiday. I read a lot. I don't get time during school to read so I always take my holidays as an advantage to read. I don't feel complete in a day, if I don't read or do something related to studies. My parents usually give my sister and I the first week off after we come home to do what we like and have fun. They then tell us that we need to start doing something productive. Exercise, study, read, draw, play your instrument, or something, anything.

So usually, I'm the one who starts first. My sister gets really into the holiday mood, skyping with friends, going on the computer, playing tetris, watching movie after movie, and the list goes on. While I sit there, read a book, jog ... or try anyways, practice SAT words, do a couple of math problems, you get the picture.

One day my parent come home and it was the third week of holidays. It was time to get down to some serious "productivity." I was sitting and reading when my parents came in and asked me where my sister was. I just vaguely answer, "Oh, probably watching TV or something." They instantly called her name and she came after 10 minutes. They started giving her a lecture about how she should be more productive, like me. My sister glared at me and didn't peep until they were done. They left the room, she came and sat on my bed and gave me one hit on my harm. I asked her why she did that and she said, "It's not fair. They always compare me to you." Being the person I am, I said, "well maybe you should try being like me." She gave me the dirtiest look I've ever received and told me that I had to watch out. I didn't get why, but it was soon clear.

She look at the my in the morning and started reading the minute she got up. Obviously, I was still asleep. When I got up, she told me that she had already read 50 pages while I was sleeping. She told me that she didn't need to be jealous of me anymore, because she can read better than I can. I don't know how that made sense, but I let her believe it.

College Essay # 230

230. What do you do on a rainy day?

I wake up in the morning to see the slight drizzle outside my foggy window. I sit up in my bed and smile to myself. I love lazy, cold, rainy Sundays. I get out of bed and put on my fuzzy pink bedroom slippers and walk to the kitchen. I put a pot of water on to the stove until I feel the steam vaporizing on my face. The warmth on my face reciprocates that I feel in my heart. I walk to the huge bathroom mirror and see my face gleaming on the other side. I turn around and turn on the hot water in the bath tub and fill the water to the brim. I watch the water turn milky has I pour in my favorite Cherry-Raspberry Squash Bubble Bath from Bath and Body Works, and carry that smell all the way to the bedroom.

I take my coffee to my bedroom and turn on the heater. I feel the heat encircle my room and go to every corner around the room. The foggy window just gets foggier. I carry my hot coffee mug and sit in my big, cushion-y armchair and read my favorite book. After I while, my head hurts and I take a shower. I laze around in the warm, cherry-raspberry squash smelling water, and day dream about running in the rain with my best friend.

We're walking and talking and eating chips and coke, when all of a sudden, it starts pouring. I look at him and he returns the gaze. We make it to the first shelter and start laughing. I always manage to have lots of fun with him and then he asks me, "Wanna run as far and as fast as we can?" I would never give up that chance. Since kids, we've always talked about running away and living on the run. I would always imagine life to be sunny and rainy. Hard times and good times.

Rain brings sorrow and joy. It is my favorite type of weather and as I sit on this computer screen, I see the dark clouds rolling in. I'm praying that the weather worsens, so I can have a coffee, a hot shower, and run away with my best friend, as fast, and as far away as possible.

College Essay # 245

245. What advice does the teenage-you have for your future 35-year-old self?

1. Try not to be in college until this age. Hopefully you're doing something useful with your life.


2. Don't be one of those women who feel like just because they're above 30, they're old.


3. Try to call your parents as much as possible. Just because your life has moved on doesn't mean that you need to forget about them. They definitely haven't.


4. Try to do good to those around you.


5. Have at least one kid by this time.


6. Don't be one of those fat ladies who were granny pants to work. You're only 35, that time will come for you soon.


7. Try not to fight with your husband too much. But if it does get out of hand, make sure he knows you're boss.


8. Make life memorable.


9. Take loads of pictures. Every moment, every memory counts for something.


10. Help those who are less fortunate than you. There's no need to rub your luxury in their face.


11. Try to be as involved in your child's life as possible.


12. Share your knowledge with the world.


13. Learn how to cook a good meal for 5.


14. Find love.


15. Be independent. You're the only one you can depend on.

College Essay # 194

194. What are the qualities of a good neighbor? Are you a good neighbor?

Everyone knows the famous parable of the Good Samaritan. According to the Holy Bible and many people all over the world, the idea of a good neighbor is to help those that are in need even if they are "lower" than you.

In some ways this this true, and I believe that being a good neighbor is helping people. But what makes us a neighbor. Aren't all humans a neighbor to one another? We live in the same world, under the same sky, take in the same sun, look at the same moon, breathe the same air, so why are some so reluctant on making everyone equal? I don't understand this one bit, but it's the truth and needs to be faced.

There are those who gossip, those who pry, those who are egoistic and don't believe in helping others, those who try to fake friendships but then there are those who give endlessly, who have faith in others over anything else, and those who try to find the best in others.

Good neighbors should have these qualities. They should try to believe that all are equal, should help those who are in need to help, but then avoid those who are not good. Good neighbors should trust openly but judge before trusting, good neighbors should believe that all be good to them because they deserve it, they should help others selflessly, they should put down those who need to be put down for the greater good, and above all, good neighbors should be those who have faith in themselves in doing the right thing.

I am a human. I make mistakes, I have hurt people, I have lied, I have had bad thoughts for "good" people but I've had the same things happen to me. I am human. We are made to look out for ourselves, and survive under any conditions. I have done these things to make myself look better. But usually, I end up as the bad guy. I have learned from this mistake and learned that no bad deed goes unpunished as the phrase goes. So, with all the qualities I've stated above, I believe I am not even close to being a good neighbor. Though I try, I believe that I have a long way to go. I am not perfect and believe that I help that I love, but don't help those that have hurt me. I do trust but only those that deserve to be trusted. I put down those that need to be put down but not always in the right ways. Lastly, I have the least faith in myself. I never feel like that I am doing the right thing. For this reason, I know I have a long way to go.

College Essay # 204

Describe you bravest moment.

My mother's college years were spent on teaching her sister's youngest son and doing well in college herself. Through this daily routine, both of them had grown inseparable. My cousin's favorite aunt was my mother and she would shower him with gifts. He would look out for my sister and me especially from all the other cousins because we were my mother's daughters. We soon became close and I would look forward to meeting him everyday after school because I wanted that huge lollipop he always had in his hand for us.

When my parents moved to the States they knew that our family wouldn't be able to meet our relatives for the time being we were there. We knew that things could go wrong but nothing as extreme as this. My mother got a phone call one night two years into our stay in the States. She was told that my cousin, her favorite nephew, had a heart attack and was unconscious. She was told that he was drinking alcohol with his uncles and suddenly collapsed. Instead of taking him to the hospital, he was taken home as immediately as possible. Stupid, but true. He woke up for a couple of seconds and said, "daddy" and passed away. My mother started crying immediately and was so disturbed she couldn't function. I watched her shaking on the ground and pulling at her hair, she didn't know what to do; some sort of sadness had taken over her.


After a couple of days, we found out that he was taking sleeping pills because he wasn't able to go to sleep after studying for exams. And he used to take so many, his body became dependent, and started weakening without them. He eventually ran out of them, and he couldn't get more. His body's cravings, made him weak, and he collapsed after drinking alcohol. After finding this out, overhearing my parents talk, I went up to my mom and hugged her.

My parents and I are close, but what I said took my mom by surprise. I told her that I would never do something like that. I told her that I knew studies were important but not so important that a life had to be taken away. I told her that I was sorry that she was facing a hard time and told her I would be there for her. I knew my mother well; after hearing about this, she would be worried about where her kids would face such a thing.

I felt some sort of responsibility to tell her that she need not worry before she voiced her fears. I felt it was my duty to let her know that we understand and we would never harm her in such a way. She looked at me and she told me that she loved me. I walked away, turning to glance at her one last time before going to school. That was the moment I knew she thought of me as an adult. 

College Essay # 225

Words that stung.

Before reading this blog, if you know me, ask yourselves. When has Spreeha ever said something that stung me? Well I can answer truthfully that I haven't been the nicest people to many. In the end, I think it comes back time and time again to bite me back in the neck. But my moment of words which stung was more of the unsaid things rather than what was said to me. At this very moment, while I'm writing this, I feel there is someone that I have stung very badly with the things I haven't said, and she's stung me with the things she's doing and the things she hasn't said.

It's bad enough when your enemy talks crap about you and says things which are mean to you. You try to look strong in front of them and pretend that you don't care but then you go back and feel like something just stabbed you in the heart. But it's worse when one of your best friends goes to take their side. So, one of my best friends has always been supportive but when it comes to things like being mean to someone just because I hate them, she isn't the way I am ... actually, was. But I feel like I've left that part of me, but she's picked it up. Throughout the semester, I've constantly complained to her about the way some girls in our grade have treated myself and my other best friend. She supported us and told us that everything was going to be fine and even agreed with us in certain things. But for the past week, she's been more there friend than ours. She's hanging out with them and ignoring us. She's even started sharing secrets with them and not us. But we must be the stupid ones, this is probably the 5th time that it has happened. It's not a mistake anymore it's a habit.

The secrets she's told them and the comments she's made to them and not us and all the laughs she shares with them are the unsaid words that have stung me in the past and continues to sting me. I don't want to be one of those clingy friends but I don't want to lose my friends either. Each person has the right to be friends with those they want, but that doesn't mean that they should forget us.

For me this experience with her and those that will soon come in my life, just lets me know that the words that aren't shared with one another, laughs not shared, and secrets told to those that can't be trusted are the ones that hurt and sting the most.

College Essay # 172

172. Discuss how some negative experience (disability, illness, failure) has had a positive influence on your life.


The summer of 2008 was one of my most frightening experiences of my life. I was sitting in my car going home from the dentist's office. I sneezed and I felt something pop. It hurt, but I didn't know what it was so I let it go. Over the course of the next two weeks, I was unable to sit in one position for more than 3 or 4 minutes. I had to keep moving. I felt like something was sitting on the left side of me. I finally told my parents after I realized that something was wrong. I was taken to a surgeon and he said that I had hernia. Okay, get it out of your system. It mostly happens to men and horses. Okay, okay. Ha ha. It's so funny. Anyways, my parents were shocked. This was a recurring problem. I had a surgery done on both sides of my pelvis area when I was 5, how could it have come back again?

Whatever the case it did. So 1 week before coming back to school I had my surgery and all of that. But the most painful experience was when I came back home. My relatives had come to visit me at home bearing gifts. But I was most happy to see my sister. I know she's a pain in the ass at times, but she keeps me occupied and I have a lot of fun with her when the two of us get past our ego. So, that night I had a light meal for dinner and was laying on my bed. My sister comes in and tells me a really random joke. It was random but really funny. And her facial expressions made it even more so. As nature calls, I started laughing. My stitches obviously had not healed yet and the pressure of laughing made it hurt so much more. I couldn't move an inch before and now I wasn't able to move the slightest. I started crying. My parents came in and yelled at my sister. It really wasn't her fault, she was just trying to make me forget about the pain. But in the end, all her good deeds were overlooked.

I gave her a guilty look and said I was sorry. She took one good glance at me paralyzed on the bed and my parents' angry faces and stormed off downstairs to watch TV. After she left, my parents looked at me and told me that there was no reason to cry for such a silly thing. I was adamant and started arguing with them. But I knew I was wrong and I didn't want to admit it and instead let my sister get scolded.

That was the day I realized how much my sister cared about me. We have our fights, a lot of them actually, but we get along. Sometimes both of us overlook the fact we're sisters and say mean likes like "I hope you die" or "Go to hell" or "Bitch". But at the end of the day we love each other. After that day though for me, I left my ego at the door when I was with my sister. She just tried to help me and there was no reason for me to get her into trouble. It wasn't fair on my part. I should have been the one yelled at.