Go with your dreams
I woke up one day feeling disgusting and Inadequate.
Three months later and I feel amazing, I’ve lost over a stone, had a haircut, my spots cleared up, my stupid piercings are gone, and I’m finally happy.
Also, I have a goal now, before I was just really fat and wandering aimlessly, I<3ML
University
My personal statement is completley finished. as are my 5 choices.
Often people question, ‘what is the meaning of life?’, my personal answer is that we must reach goals and targets throughout our life, as a child, an adolescent and as an adult. By applying for University, I feel I have achieved the goals I set myself when I left school. Ideally this Journalism course will prepare me for my aspired profession of working as a columnist and reporter, I dream of obtaining the skills that will
make me capable of being published in a national newspaper or magazine on a regular basis.
Since a young age I have commonly been found indulged in a newspaper, picking apart sentences for their contractual genius, then discussing the trending topics of society.
Currently I am studying English literature and language, as well as accounting, and I am taking
part in the extended project. My extended project focus’s around weight loss and the mental and
social effects it comes with, as a university standard piece of work, it will prove I can attain grades at
a university level. My project will consist of a photo journal and a written report of 1500 words.
Throughout my English GCSE, AS and A2 level English courses, I have excelled at creative writing tasks, being awarded an A in the related exam at AS level. I find pleasure in divulging an idea, and reforming it as a product of my mind, I believe my tendency to use an expansive vocabulary will help me in an industry in which every piece of writing you construe will be critiqued.
Unintentionally, my charisma and charm led me to being elected class representative at my college, this means that I represent the students in my tutor group as a single voice at college meetings. Prior to this, my experience of educational responsibility was being given the duty of being a prefect at secondary school.
I am proud to say that the day I turned 15, I was lucky enough to find myself a part time job, and to this day I am working under the same establishment, over two years of working in a team has shaped me into a co-operative and time-keeping individual.
I work at a modern little cafe, with a close family of staff, but nonetheless there is demanding work, I have attained scrupulous customer service skills and I am loved by regular customers.
Above all, I am known to be a very personable and engaging character, my teamwork and individual skills are impeccable and I love to please others.
Drawing to a conclusion, some of my favourite pastimes include; Journalism, Cycling, keeping a
photo-journal and being a novice coffee barista (one who has expertise in making elegant coffee’s).
To end, I have always felt out of place, when I am not speaking or writing, I am a human being, who lives to inform, which is why Journalism is perfect for me, I hope you choose to offer me a place on your course,
it has been my ambition for a long time.
Thank you.
And my choices.
Buckinghamshire New University (B94)
Journalism (P500)
University of Northampton (N38)
Journalism (P500)
University of Sunderland (S84)
Journalism (P500)
University of Sunderland (S84)
Magazine Journalism (P503)
University of Sunderland (S84)
News Journalism (P504)
My life will be decent in the next eleven months.
Today was epic aswell. I burnt the postcard because I knew I had moved on. And now I have myself an ideal girlfriend :) xx
Shit. Just saw something that made me think of university again.
Only one university is catching my eye; Canterbury Christ Church University.
All of CCCU’s campuses look gorgeous and I’ll be at the one next to the sea side! There are only about 5 universities that do the course that I want to do:
CCCU, Northampton, Middlesex and.. well, I’m sure about the others.
The ONLY place I want to go to is CCCU and well, if it doesn’t feel right when I go to visit, I guess I’m gonna be stuck at home. Maybe I should go visit some others, see how they feel but I really don’t want to.
Once again, I’m confused. Damnnit.
There are only three universities that will accept me on the course I wanna do, with the potential grades I can get.
One is northampton
Sunderland is perfect.
Haven’t seen Bucks New yet.
My english essay.
Child story.
I had to adapt a piece of text into this.
In St.Peter’s park on the industrial side of town lived two squirrels,
Bubble and Squeak, they lived in a small tree with the brightest
orange leaves man has even been witness to.
Bubble and Squeak were the best of friends, and had been since they
where baby squirrels, going to the same squirrel tree nursery and
squirrel tree school.
During the summer, each day after school, they would bounce around the
park in the most joyous of moods, gathering acorns and sticks to provide
them with a warm cosy habitat for the winter. Perhaps the coldest winter
they had ever been exposed to was quickly approaching, the leaves were
falling from the trees in the calmest of fashions. The soil in which
their tiny little paws and claws danced around, was now a terrain of
puddles and swampy mud, the two squirrels where no competition for the
fierce raindrops that hailed from the heavens.
On the last day of Autumn, Bubble and Squeak briskly scoured St.Peter’s
park for the last of the acorns, working as hard as they could to prepare
for the approaching winter, as the single first flake of snow embedded
itself on the ground in front of them, they retreated to their tree.
The tree in which they lived was perhaps the most bacheloristic dwelling of
any of the grey squirrels taking residence in the park, acorns shells
and dead leaves scoured the floors and evidently no pride had been
taken in the tranquility of their home’s appearance.
As they borded up the hole in the tree, Bubble and Squeak declared a
mutual agreement, they each would use the acorns remaining after the
winter as a bargaining tool to persuade ‘the grand Oak’ to let them
learn expert acorn management for the next three summers. Bubble
and Squeak had spent the last 14 summers and springs being taught the
great ethics of the grey squirrel. As school leavers, it was expected
of the companions to leave their tree and enter higher learning at
the ‘Grand Oak’, a well respected tree, in the infamous ‘town park’.
Some of Bubble and Squeak’s most idolised Squirrel celebs had studied
Acorn management and ethics at the Grand Oak, such as Nelson Mandelacorn,
Acorn Einstein and Kerry Katacorna.
Bubble and Squeak had visited the Oak tree, and saw some of the most appealing
branches and holes they had ever seen, the town park was spread with
food like a fever, and it was the place they aspired to study at.
Whilst nibbling on some deep fried acorn, the friends where bombarded
by a bitter and record breakingly cold winter, they entered hibernation in
the most adorable of fashions, bundled up in little balls, with their button
sized faces still basking in the glory of deep friend acorn.
Several months later, a vibrant shine peaked it’s way through the cracks
in the sticks blocking entrance to the creatures home, this ray of light
awoke the squirrels. As they hesitated to exit the peaceful hibernation
they had so exquisitely ventured into, a deadly sound roared outside their
dwelling. The chubby little animals where quickly surged with a bolt
of energy, rising to life after a great sleep, letting out humungous
yawns and the most provocative of stretches to eradicate the cramp
that a season long nap had left them with.
Clawing at the doorway they had constructed, almost completely out of twiglets
and clay mud, they hoped that the roar would be nothing more than a
dog sniffing out two little meals and relieving a exlaim of discovery,
barking to his master about how impressive he was. The squirrels however
where less than delighted when finally tunnelling out of the tree, they where
greeted by a huge plastic shell, thinking it would be ridiculous to
assume turtles had suddenly grown seven foot long legs, they scampered
onto the nearest available branch to see what they where dealing with.
A large human, with a fluorescent green jacket stood before there home,
wielding a destructive weapon, a petrol powered chainsaw, these buddies
where more than aware of the dangers of this demolishing tool, as young
squirrels they had witnessed several ‘stumpings’, the term they used to
describe the event of turning a tree into no more than a stump.
Knowing that all good things must come to an end, the pair sprinted into
their tree and grabbed the largest, sweetest acorns they had gathered
in the previous Autumn. Carrying one each, they dropped pellets onto the
head of the tree stumper, effectively signing their eviction notice.
The horrors of their own tree being stumped was nothing in comparison
to the sight they where exposed to when reaching the ground, an array
of machinery and workers positioned themselves all over St.Peters park,
the organisation all Squirrels feared, ‘juckba’ where more than present,
may I inform you that humans refer to these ‘juckba’ as JCB vehicles.
In the most cautious yet hasty activity these two had done in months,
they grasped tightly to the acorns and darted inbetween axes, helmets,
saws and the frequent piles of sawdust. They headed directly to the
exit of the park, passing a very boisterous display, with the boldly
written title ‘St.Peter’s shopping complex’, the fate of their home
and wellbeing suffered it’s end to the construction of an ecological
nightmare.
Entering the concrete jungle, the pair attempted to maintain high ground
throughout their journey to the grand oak, leaping between lamposts and
traffic lights. They feared the ground of the urban area, human feet
and the wheels of cars had always seemed a monster intent on flattening
their species.
Half a days journey had found them at the entrance to the town park,
confronted by a crumbling, but beautiful brick wall, and the largest
gothic iron gate they had ever seen. They approached the grand oak
with countless nerves and a huge amount of caution.
The stump of the tree was ten times wider than any other tree they had
ever seen, the circumference, was a good twenty minutes walk, and the
altitude at which the first branch stuck out on the torso of the tree
was more than impressive.
Leaving no time to waste, they climbed the oak, still holding the
great acorns they wished to apply with, Bubble and Squeak where so
anxious that they took several deep breaths beforing even daring to
enter the reception. Whilst climbing though, they noticed a piece of
metal nailed into the tree, it said in a straightforward way, ‘this
park is part of the land protection act’, with a grin from ear to ear
they embarked upon this new stage of their lives.
Upon entering the ‘grand oak’, they where met by dozens of other
anxious looking squirrels, who had also come to enrol for acorn
management studies, this breathed a sigh of relief for Bubble and
Squeak.
The Grand oak was delighted to accept Bubble and Squeak, to their
relief, the student accomodation they where given was petite, but
comfortable, a view overlooking the river in an old willow tree
was quite a pleasant change to st.peter’s park.
The two squirrels settled in perfectly into their new surroundings,
they passed their course with distinction and where very popular
amongst student squirrels.
The happy ending they deserved had arrived, in the form of a well paid
job, a solid yew tree and a supply of the largest, most tastiest nuts
they had ever feasted upon. A life of working and studying had paid
off, and they where eventually qualified as masters of their profession.
That is the story of Dr Bubble and Dr Squeak, who had lived with the
idealogy of working hard and making a great life for themselves.
The end.
Personal statement.
I cannot decide if I like it or not.
Often people question, ‘what is the meaning of life?’,
my personal answer is that we must reach goals and
targets throughout our life, as a child, an
adolescent and as an adult. By applying for University,
I feel I have achieved the goals I set myself when I left school.
Ideally this Journalism course will prepare me for my
aspired profession of working as a columnist and
reporter, I dream of obtaining the skills that will
make me capable of being published in a national
newspaper or magazine.
Currently I am studying English literature
and language, as well as accounting, and I am taking
part in the extended project. My extended project
focus’s around weight loss and the mental and
social effects it comes with, as a university standard
piece of work, it will prove I can attain grades at
a university level. My project will consist of a photo
journal and a written report of 1500 words.
My charisma and charm led me to being elected
class representative at my college, this means
I represent the students in my tutor group as a single
voice at college meetings, similarly, I was a prefect
at my secondary school.
The day I turned 15 I found myself a part time job,
and to this day I am working at the same place, I
would like to state that this means I will stay with
something through the good times and the bad, and
my determination will show through at these times.
I work at a modern little cafe, with a close family of
staff, but nonetheless there is demanding work, I have
attained scrupulous customer service skills and I am
loved by regular customers.
Above all, I am known to be a very personable
and engaging character,
my teamwork and individual skills are impeccable and
I love to please others.
Drawing to a conclusion, some of my favourite pastimes
are; Journalism, Cycling, keeping a
photo-journal and being a novice coffee barista
(one who has expertise in making elegant coffee’s).
To end, I have always felt out of place, when I am not
speaking or writing, I am a human being, who lives to
inform, which is why Journalism is perfect for me,
I hope you choose to offer me a place on your course,
it has been my ambition for a long time.
Thank you.
Resemblance?
OMGOMGOMGOMG :’) YES
HAHA :’)
Fuck you, the bnp are the best thing since sliced bread, but only sliced white bread, probably.
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