[SideBar: I kept every grammatical error and oversight. This is the original essay I wrote. But not the final draft. Just so that’s out of the way.]
To Whomever It May Concern,
At the time, I was too young to realize why we were living in someone else’s basement, but I didn’t question it I took full advantage of the situation. And came to find some of my best childhood memories were made in that old sage green house off the corner of brooklyn blvd . When we first arrived to Minnesota, we had to stay with one of my mom’s childhood friends but eventually found our footing and relocated several times after. Each move was filled with new adventures, new friends and new opportunities, each giving me the chance to find a little piece of myself along the way. I feel extremely blessed to have had the childhood experiences that i did. With all the moving around, you’d assume that I would be accustomed to change, but in all honesty, I was the shy type at the time and still find traces of that girl in me today. My name is Nathel Kaiyeepu, and I would like for whoever may be reading this, to learn more about the person behind my application. Who I was, who I am, and who I want to become.
Being one of the only African American girls in a predominantly white school for the majority of your life, could make even the most outgoing person feel out sided. Certain differences became big obstacles on my teenage quest for acceptance. Such as not being able to financially keep up with the latest fashion trends and the awkward conversation about my hair. However nothing could trump the subtle yet still lingering presence of the race issue that appeared every time slavery was talked about. Automatically being placed in the position of social advocate for every African American person that endured slavery and constantly being asked “Nathel how does that make you feel?” Nevertheless I’ve always embraced my African heritage, with my mom being from Nigeria and my dad from Liberia, I was emerged in the culture since the day I was born. But I constantly found myself surrounded by students and faculty who all looked similar apart from me and wouldn’t know the difference if I were to have shown them a banana or a platen. Still loneliness isn’t a feeling I’d wish on my worst enemy, and after getting my full dosage I decided in that moment something had to change.
So I got more involved I joined sports, I took acting classes and came to find it being a safe haven for me. I took chances at opening up to my classmates ignoring the nagging voice inside my head reminding me of the possibility of rejection. I became inspire to work on a new me, not because the old me was bad but because the old me could improve. It seemed to be working I felt that my life was in a very secure place at this point. I made amazing friends that I could be myself around, I had become an important asset to my basketball team, and acting had become something more than just a hobby used to escape the difficulties in my life.