Throughout my life I have always looked up to people for guidance. These people range from teachers at school, friends, my older brother, my father, but especially my mother. My mother has always been kindhearted. She would serve anyone and everyone she possibly could. I know much of the character I have today is because of her actions. Seeing her treat the world with such generosity was a lesson that could never be verbally brought across to a child. I learned from her that the world and everyone in it reacts to how you treat it, whether it's good or bad, in the same way. But this thought was eventually put into question.
My mother was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in early 2012. After this I didn't know how to treat the world. If the world is supposed to treat you good when you do the same, why did this happen to my mother? When I looked at her, she still had that same smiling demeanor on the outside, but on the inside she was straining to make sense of the situation as much as I was, except she wasn't worrying about her well-being, she was more concerned about her children. Since the disease was caught early she was able to get medication that she would get through a daily shot. I still remember that day a nurse came to our house to show her how to work the injector, dispose of the needles, etc. While they were showing her I was in the room next door, listening to the conversation, bewildered by what I heard: my mother didn't sound somber in the slightest, in fact there was a hint of joy in her voice, and I couldn't understand why. Then I realized, she was still the same woman, giving the world positivity despite it giving her this mass of negativity. She wouldn't let this one abnormality change her opinion on how the world functioned. Upon comprehending this I had a realization. No matter how much good you do, you may get some bad in return and when you get it you can't let it change who you are and what you believe. Using this I was able to stand up for what I believe in all through high school and I will continue to do so for the rest of my life. It may sound strange, but despite all the badness that MS brought into my family, it also brought a lesson. A lesson that could not have been taught without my incredibly strong and kind mother to teach it.
I would like to attend the University of Washington. This is my school of choice because it has both of my possible majors: Theatre and Engineering. I say Theatre because I love it. I began in it in second grade and have stuck with it ever since: It was always a hobby but it was not until this last year I began seriously considering it as a career. Engineering has recently piqued my interest due to its deep roots in mathematics. It fulfills me when I am able to look and assess a problem and find the best solution for it, and that is what makes you do every time you use it.
My goal is to graduate with a high degree in either of these fields and then have a career in it. It may sound vague but doing one of these things everyday would make me happy, and that's what I want.
After I enjoy either career I would like to fall back and be a high school math and theatre teacher. I want to help this age because I really appreciate my teachers now for all the help they are giving for the next step.
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