Like many other students trying to get into a nursing program, I am willing to say anything and everything I can to impress and convince everyone that taking me in would bring pride to the university. However, unlike many other students, I would rather say the truth boldly and plainly. I have very slim chances in graduating at the top of any class. I never did in high school and I don’t think I ever will. I am also uncertain whether I can push for Medical school even if that has always been my dream.
All I know, with utmost certainty, is that I have the tendency to surprise myself.
Twelve years ago, when my family first moved to the United States, we had nothing but the clothes we had on and $100. Every day I walked the Bronx to get to school. Three things were consistent, drugs, guns, and an invitation to take and have them. For more than a hundred times, I found myself having to literally crawl my way out of the Bronx just to avoid getting shot or getting seen.
It was easier to stay in the Bronx than to get out of it. Yet, I have never once tried any form of illegal drugs nor held a gun in my hand.
Ten years ago, my parents got divorced and I became a tennis ball. One parent kept on hitting me to get to the other court. It was easy resent them. It is still easy to resent them and even easier to simply not care. They were a convenient excuse to throw away my life or exercise the god-given right of young people to rebel.
It was easy to nurture the hatred. Yet, I managed to get into Pay It Forward, an organization that provides children-in-need free tutoring service, free food, and free medical and dental check ups. For three years, I stayed to be taught, to be fed and to be healed.
It was easy to walk away from Pay It Forward. I already got what I needed from them. Yet, I found myself doing exactly what no one expected of me, I decided to Pay It Forward.
To this day, I am still helping out. I teach kids to read, I help distribute food, and I help mend injuries, bruises, and diseases.
This year, I turned 18. I am finally legal and I could easily find a job that would give me a decent wage to get me through the day. After all, it is beyond exhausting to think about the future and calculate how much and how long I will have to pay the government just as so I could finish college. I could stop now. It is easy to stop now.
It’s easy to live a mediocre life. I think that is what I am doing right now.
Yet, I am here, writing a nursing school application letter with grades good enough to qualify. I am here, alive… alive enough to nurture a dream. It’s a bold dream and it is most likely out of my reach but I do know that I have the tendency to surprise myself.
It’s easy not to think about the future. Yet, I am here, doing something for the future.