My life leading up to my senior year of high school was a nightmare. My father was short-tempered, compulsively dishonest, and habitually abusive. Nearly every day there would be some horrific trauma or threat that hit us. Fear was no stranger to me and my family. Midway through my junior year, my father disowned me and my siblings and committed suicide. It was Christmas. I thought that this would make all of my problems disappear, but it did not. Grief was a new experience for me, …show more content…
My sense of caring and sympathy has strengthened from personal traumatic experiences. I volunteer with my county’s LGBTQIA+ organization and Alliance for Suicide Prevention. Both organizations have wonderful causes that I personally support, and I love contributing to what they do. In addition to volunteering, I am an active member of my school’s community. I taught American Sign Language to sixth grade students for one month, and a variety of grades in a weeklong intensive course. My teaching is an exemplary display of how I bring my compassion to my community. It was clear that I made a lasting impact on several of my students. The experiences were profound enough to make me favor education over any other career