Two things have overwhelmingly shaped my worldview: the experiences of a life of poverty, and the pattern set by my mother at every step of the way.
When I was a baby in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, my father unexpectedly passed away. His departure shattered my family and launched us into the depths of poverty. In the years following his death, we moved from place to place, relying on friends and family to survive. Day after day, I watched my mother suffer—both from the loss of my father and the debts he left behind.
Our family saw a glimmer of hope when my mother met my stepfather, a seemingly kind man from America who promised that desperate woman a life of opportunity and prosperity. We moved across the Atlantic, only to discover shortly after our arrival to San Bernardino, California that he was both emotionally and physically abusive. With no other choice and nothing to our name, we moved again, but this time, we were entering a world of homelessness.
But my story, and my family’s story, gets better. And it is all because of my amazing mother. After leaving San Bernardino, my mother worked three jobs— all while raising two children. Four years ago, my family was granted subsidized housing. Moving into our modest apartment, we finally found ourselves in a place where we felt safe, happy, and warm.
My mother’s strength, endurance, and kindness has defined who I am, who I want to be, and what I want to do for the world. My traumatic experience with poverty has given me the determination to overcome social and economic barriers. My familiarity with limitations has made me a person who takes advantage of the smallest opportunities.
My story is not complete, however, without a discussion of the discrimination I have witnessed along gender and racial lines. Raised by a female immigrant from Africa, I am too familiar with the feminization and racialization of poverty in the United States. This country has seen an upsurge of movements to remedy these problems, but more needs to be done, and I want to be involved in those efforts.
Through a college education, I hope to contribute towards the abolition of such discrimination in corporate America. The workplace is where most of us spend the greater part of our lives, and it is the source of a family’s survival. Discrimination in the workplace inevitably becomes discrimination elsewhere, including education, housing, and health. Through studying corporate communications, I hope to pursue a career of advocating for the underprivileged by maintaining transparency and fostering positive relationships between a company and its consumers.
I refuse to let suffering and struggle define my life. Instead, I want to follow my overcoming spirit and ambitious heart like Rita did to become a beacon and leader to those who find themselves in similar situations.
Short Essay Question:
(1) The earliest recollections I harbor of my childhood seem to have two things in common: my love of books, and the insatiable curiosity that traversed my mind. As a shy child who rarely spoke, reading helped me gain an understanding of the English language and it cultured me into appreciating the wide range of perspectives that continue to contribute to the functioning of a productive and diverse society. In turn, reading opened my eyes to a new world, one where knowledge held the keys to salvation. It was upon making this realization that I resolved to further my education. To end the cycle of cursed poverty that plagued my family. To rise above those consumed with indolence. To be a source of inspiration for the little black boys and girls who deserve more than the prejudice society has to offer. To me, a college education is not a mere choice; it is my lifeline– and I will cling to it with moon-marked palms until I reach the shore.
(2) I’m usually exhausted by Saturday morning, so I sleep in until about 10AM. I like to read the Bible first thing in the morning, but my vision is almost always blurry when I wake up, so I usually just end up reaching for my journal to write out my thoughts. Another reason why Saturdays are my favorite is because I can indulge in habits that I normally wouldn’t have time for. During the week, I attend school full time and have two part time jobs, which leaves me little to no time in the morning to eat breakfast and drink tea. I usually have plans with friends on Saturdays, so my afternoon is spent with them. I end the night by going to my church’s youth group, which is a great way to clear my mind and refocus my heart on the Lord, my source of peace and joy.
(3) I always catch myself reaching for a book when I have time to relax. Whether it’s during my 30 minute break at work, or simply to refresh my brain after hours of homework. Naturally, when I am not in school, I want to spend every waking moment cocooned in a blanket with a book in hand. There is no greater comfort in life like warmth and happiness, and that is what reading provides me. Reading feeds my curiosity, and I have been able to creatively implement the knowledge I gain from reading into causes that I am passionate about. When I was in the seventh grade, I did an immersive study on the Holocaust. I read and listened to hours worth of interviews with Holocaust survivors and became impelled to participate in the Holocaust Art and Writing Competition, where I was able to meet these Holocaust survivors in person and hear their stories of suffering and victory. It was through this experience that I realized the necessity of being a student of history and the value of learning from the experiences and stories of people who lived long before I did.