I getting ready for college and need help writing a personal statement…..?

I have started on my essay. How does it look so far? what do I need to add or rub out?

Sometimes we all have the tendency of taking things, people and opportunities for granted and not utilizing them to the best of our abilities. I’ve had many dead end jobs and not to sound ungrateful for what the jobs had given me, but I feet I deserve better. When graduating high school my parents encouraged me to go to institution, stay all ears and graduate. I did attend institution but I wasn’t all ears on my education at all. I did more celebrating and enjoying the freedom of new adulthood, that my study habits lacked tremendously. I attended school for a entire semester and did nothing.. I wasn’t studying, responsibility homework, or any of the sort. I failed all of my classes instead of utilizing my resources and staying all ears on my education. I really regret my mistakes. After failing institution and dead end jobs, I recollected myself and enrolled back in school. I worked a full time job and attended school fulltime. I later received an associates degree in Business. I do grasp that as a young adult I made terrible choices, but I’ve since learned and grown from my mistakes.
　
　
I’m a average female with very high potentials and a huge dream. Since my arrival in Memphis I dreamed of attendance the Academe of Memphis. The opportunity has presented itself and I plot to seize moment. I’ve been owing to a lot in my life and I’m now ready for a change. I’m interested in attendance the Academe of Memphis to further my education in Health and Human Performance with a concentration in dietetics. I plot to use my education to educate and help all that are in need. In my studies towards a masters degree I want to resume my studies in Health Administration. I feel that the Academe of Memphis place forward fantastic programs that are suitable for my learning. I know with hard work, dedication and positive motivation I will be able to achieve my dreams and reach endless possibilities. I’m ready to make significant change in my life and I know getting a excellent education will get me well on my way. 　

　

I am a 19 year ancient girl. This is my first car. I plot on getting my ticket in a few weeks. The car has by now been smog ed and the car fax checks out. My dad indicated he likes the way the car operates but suggested I have it check out by a professional mechanic to be safe since he doesn’t know that much. I am not sure what to do? Maybe I should have it checked out or maybe I should buy it. The guy also wants $ 2,500 but won’t go down. Maybe I should get a Ford Mustang? All the akin cars (Civics/Integras) I have looked at have issues of one sort or another.

I live in California,Ventura where prices for these kind of auto a more than the national average.
My dad tell me I should buy his friends 1997 Camry for $ 2,500 because his friend has a honest reputation. My dad has done business with him before. I am sure the car is dependable but it is a 4 door and looks like a family car. I am young and cute and map a V Tech won’t hurt my image.

I want the car so terrible but I don’t want to make a mix and really don’t want to be caught dead in a dull Camry. I live only once. So what if I make a mix Right? I can always buy another car right?

The guy I am purchasing the car from has had it only for 3 months. He claims he wants to get a V-Tech with a clutch. The owner previous to him had the car only for a year. I guess everyone likes to go up.

I don’t have a lot of money but I have $ 5,000 mostly from apprentice loans and financial aid. My dad tells me to worry in this area dependable transportation to school but I want both. I have a part time job but I don’t make much money but with a bit of luck I will get more hours.

Please help me. I need recommend from people of my own age group. You older people seem to forget you were young once and made mistakes. So what if I make a mix. I can recover right? I can’t look back. My dad tells me that is how shorted sighted losers reckon. He says I should have a vision for the future, but why should I ? Aren’t young people supposed to make mistakes?

I know this might sound like I am retarded or a touch but my IQ is 125 and I have a GPA of 2.70 at junior collage. Ok sure I messed up in High School and had a 1.41 (seriously) GPA because I never went to school but I have matured and back in the day high school didn’t mean whatever thing anyways. I did lose a Cal grant for institution because my parents didn’t tell me if my grades were low I would miss out. Can you believe that? My dad know in this area but kept that information to him self.

So far 1 1/2 years 27 units I have only one fail so I am responsibility pretty excellent if my GPA is 2.70, right?

Thanks for conception.

Chapter 1

Turn right, back left, double to the right, once over to the left again. 3.13.8.9. Those numbers. Those fascinating numbers were stuck in my mind. The directions, told to me by a man who I had been visiting within the constituency prison for three or four weeks, some unfinished business he had to take care of, or rather, that I had to take care of. But who could blame him? Warren Young had been in prison for half of his life and the last act of crime he did was spurt up a local bank. Leaving three dead, thirteen in critical condition, eight went on to star on television, while the other nine were last seen underneath a freeway. Three. Thirteen. Eight. Nine. Equaling out to thirty-three.
Warren Young was a man of genius, if you happened to walk by him you wouldn’t have known. I sure didn’t. He told me he had plotted this after I first visited him but since reconnecting with his thirty a touch year ancient daughter he wanted someone else to do the job. His ancient bones weren’t up to the task, he wasn’t the same man from 1976. He was sentenced to three consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole and during that time in prison, he told me he had seen a sign from God. But from everyone I interviewed before their last few months on this earth had a change of mind.
I was sent to interview him for the 38th anniversary of the conviction, I worked as a journalist and this was sort of a way to break owing to to the masses. Telling his life from a different perspective. Being a newcomer to The Swainney Tribune this was a job only granted to the veterans of the paper but somehow I got the job.

I remembered sitting down in the office that day, the ac had kaput and everyone there were barking like dogs, fans stationed at every desk but even that didn’t seem to do whatever thing. I reached down into my desk drawer and pulled out the gathering stacks of misleading tales. Where no day is a carbon copy of the day before it was simply another day in the office.
The job didn’t pay that much but it paid the rent for my apartment.
Being a journalist wasn’t a pretty job with the long hours I could tell you now that no one at this place broke into journalism did it for the money, or else everyone would’ve walked out long ago. But I wanted to find answers and make a excellent tale, the thing was, not everyone gets that chance to make it happen.
Nonetheless it’s a fun job you just got to have the patience for it.
The clock had just struck one-fifteen p.m., fifteen minutes before the place closed down for the day. With a huff I positioned the papers down and tapped the bobble head doll that sat at the corner of my desk. It was a paperboy with tattered clothing my mom had found it at a yard sale and figured to give it to me.
“You don’t reckon this day could get any worse, do you?” I questioned while leaning back in my la-z-boy preside over. The paperboy shook it’s head repetitively, his brown eyes looked back at me. “Of course you would say that, you’re an inanimate object.”
“And you wonder why we talk in this area you?” Martha, one of the veterans here at the tribune, said to me carrying several folders in her hand. “Allen you should get to work, those papers aren’t going to make an fascinating tale on its own.”
Smiling, I fumble owing to the papers. “I’m really trying Martha it’s just,” I paused while running my hand owing to my hair. “There’s nothing fascinating on this table, all of it’s garbage I mean come on. A girl finds her doll beside her when she wakes up? The tales get worst over time, so moronic.” Martha positioned her free hand on her side and laughed.
“Or I reckon you just don’t look hard enough,” she sat down on the edge of my desk. “Look the secret to finding your place in this office is to write a damn excellent paper and in order to do that you must find the tale. The one that tops everyone else’s,” she leaned in closer. “You know, some people don’t believe in you but I do.”
“Thanks, Martha that really means a lot to me.” And it did. Considering that she was the only person who made the effort to talk to me.
She smiled moving her auburn hair behind her ear. Martha was a woman of many tales; she’s been around since the office opened in 1987 and subsequently she’s made a name for herself. A reputation that’s beyond me. I guess you could say she was a “second mother” to me but was still as hard on me as everyone else at this office.
“Enough chatting look for work.” She nudged me in the arm and walked into the file room. Focusing my eyes back onto the stack of papers in front of me, I sifted owing to each pile conception each headline, every tale but they were all the same. The last time one of my papers’ had ever gotten out of the office was two years ago and the theme ¾ to say the least ¾ wasn’t all that noteworthy. Guess that’s why it was the worst selling paper in ten years. There wasn’t a day that passed that I had to drop everything to write a whole new part of work just be
There wasn’t a day that passed that I had to drop everything to write a whole new part of work just because of the Napoleonic editors here (they were simply perfectionists) and the crazed deadlines here were enough to keep you on your feet every single moment. The ball and chain system of it all was enough to make you go insane but in order to survive in this line of business you had to have a strong mind.