.Part 2 of my college essay :

Being adopted was like turning a page in a chapter book, you don't know what the next page could hold, say, or do. Again, it's like a journey, a journey I'm willing to go on. One of my best memories with my adoptive parents was when they took me to the Bahamas with them, I actually felt part of their family, although we do get negative comments like “ Why is she light-skinned and you guys are black?’ or “ Why doesn't she look like you guys?” I learned to ignore them, up until 4th grade. My classmate saw my mom come to school early to pick me up early, and he goes “Why is your mom black, and your white?” I didn't know what to say, I just shrugged my shoulder smiled, and ignored him.
It hurt me because people who I wasn't even close to asked me questions like the adults at my church ¨Are you sure your Haitian?¨ ¨WHy are you that color?¨ What really hurt me the most was ¨ Why were you adopted?¨ All I could do then was tell my parents, and they said ¨You know what you are and what your worth¨.
I say my life is like a plant because of new leaves growing resembling new chapters of my life, my biological parents had changed that for me. They taught me, love, they taught me courage, they taught me if I want something in life, go for it because the only person whos stopping me is me.
The last reason why my life is like a plant is because I love where I am. If a plant grows in the sunlight and grows in soil, it loves where it is, I wouldn't change anything about my life.
.. PART 3 IS COMING MONDAYYYY. :D

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.Part 2 of my college essay :>

Being adopted was like turning a page in a chapter book, you don't know what the next page could hold, say, or do. Again, it's like a journey, a journey I'm willing to go on. One of my best memories with my adoptive parents was when they took me to the Bahamas with them, I actually felt part of their family, although we do get negative comments like “ Why is she light-skinned and you guys are black?’ or “ Why doesn't she look like you guys?” I learned to ignore them, up until 4th grade. My classmate saw my mom come to school early to pick me up early, and he goes “Why is your mom black, and your white?” I didn't know what to say, I just shrugged my shoulder smiled, and ignored him.
It hurt me because people who I wasn't even close to asked me questions like the adults at my church ¨Are you sure your Haitian?¨ ¨WHy are you that color?¨ What really hurt me the most was ¨ Why were you adopted?¨ All I could do then was tell my parents, and they said ¨You know what you are and what your worth¨.
I say my life is like a plant because of new leaves growing resembling new chapters of my life, my biological parents had changed that for me. They taught me, love, they taught me courage, they taught me if I want something in life, go for it because the only person whos stopping me is me.
The last reason why my life is like a plant is because I love where I am. If a plant grows in the sunlight and grows in soil, it loves where it is, I wouldn't change anything about my life.
.. PART 3 IS COMING MONDAYYYY. :D

Renne · Answer

As soon as I began to read I understood. It's like you have no control over what will happen or come next but you also don't even have a clue.

rocfp · Answer

@renne wrote:

As soon as I began to read I understood. It's like you have no control over what will happen or come next but you also don't even have a clue.

exactlyy

Renne · Answer

Lol yup I just understand like that

lovinggabsxx · Answer

I can’t, this is super good :) love reading your essays

rocfp · Answer

@lovinggabsxx wrote:

I can’t, this is super good :) love reading your essays

Thanks :>

Lars · Answer

This is really good !!

xXAikoXx · Answer

@renne wrote:

As soon as I began to read I understood. It's like you have no control over what will happen or come next but you also don't even have a clue.

I honestly agree.

Renne · Answer

I know right!

rocfp · Answer

@lars wrote:

This is really good !!

Thanks!