An Essay for a Financial Scholarship

Another beautiful fall afternoon fell like the leaves on a typical 'blue sky' September. As I rummaged through my backpack for a #2 pencil, I wistfully looked up to see the students converge at the bus stop. The first day of classes always sent an overwhelming sensation through my anxious nerves. The nostalgic breeze blew memories of past academic years that I persevered to be presented with the opportunity that lay before me. As I climbed the steps of the campus bus, a profound revelation struck my determined mind. I looked the bus driver in the eyes and said "At this moment, I realized that regardless of my destination I was never going to let anything compromise my goals". …