Please Critique My Diversity Statement
Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2014 1:06 am
Hello everyone,
I have written a diversity statement on my experience growing up homeschooled to accompany my personal statement.
I would love to hear any feedback regarding the form, content, length etc.
Specifically is the end decent? Or does it need something stronger or no conclusion at all?
Thank you!
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“Different”, “weird”, “retarded” and “strange”. These were all words that I overheard in conversations growing up. The curious stares I would receive in the grocery store, the jokes other girls would make about me at Sunday school; I knew I was different. Growing up I was one of a very few kids in the neighborhood who were homeschooled, and not just homeschooled but “homeschooled”. An existence in which I had never stepped foot in a classroom or done homework. My mom was my teacher and my backyard was my world.
When I was young I was so excited to learn. I would pour over my books and read everything I could find. My mom started my first lessons at three because I needed to channel all of my ADHD energy. I always enjoyed reading, first my school books, then magazines then cereal boxes, there was no end to my need to learn more. Some weeks I would be inspired and complete 3 months of schoolwork in one week simply because I enjoyed it so much. As a little girl I never wondered about how different my life was, but as I got older I began to doubt my mom’s choice to homeschool me and my sister, and if being different meant that I would somehow be forever strange. I would spend hours of my teenage existence arguing and begging my mom to let me go to school, so I could be “cool”, so I could blend in and not have to make excuses to the grocery store clerk for why I wasn’t in school at 11am. My mom always said that she wanted me to be protected, that she wanted me to be free to grow in my need to learn. I resented her for it.
However, looking back today I can now say that I am so thankful that I got to experience my first 18 years of life homeschooled, and if you asked if I wanted to live it all over again I would without a doubt say yes. I have learned to embrace the fact that people can be different, that there are many life paths, and I can now genuinely appreciate the idea of diversity. My first day in a classroom was my first day of college, and if possible I was even more excited than before to learn to excel in a classroom, and unlike many other fellow college students, who had spent years and years growing up in a classroom environment, I was fresh and excited to take on the new challenge. The skills I have learned as a homeschooler are invaluable. I learned to be independent and to take initiative, as I grew older I was completely self-taught and could complete my schoolwork without oversight. I was expected to be responsible for myself and that no teacher or parent was responsible for my success. The day I graduated from college I thanked my mom for having the patience, sacrifice and dedication to help me become the person she believed I could be. My mom not only gave me my education but she also taught me the most valuable lesson I have learned in life so far: not all things in life may seem good or “right” in the moment, but in hindsight they are the experiences which refine and grow us into individuals.
I have written a diversity statement on my experience growing up homeschooled to accompany my personal statement.
I would love to hear any feedback regarding the form, content, length etc.
Specifically is the end decent? Or does it need something stronger or no conclusion at all?
Thank you!
_____________________________________________________
“Different”, “weird”, “retarded” and “strange”. These were all words that I overheard in conversations growing up. The curious stares I would receive in the grocery store, the jokes other girls would make about me at Sunday school; I knew I was different. Growing up I was one of a very few kids in the neighborhood who were homeschooled, and not just homeschooled but “homeschooled”. An existence in which I had never stepped foot in a classroom or done homework. My mom was my teacher and my backyard was my world.
When I was young I was so excited to learn. I would pour over my books and read everything I could find. My mom started my first lessons at three because I needed to channel all of my ADHD energy. I always enjoyed reading, first my school books, then magazines then cereal boxes, there was no end to my need to learn more. Some weeks I would be inspired and complete 3 months of schoolwork in one week simply because I enjoyed it so much. As a little girl I never wondered about how different my life was, but as I got older I began to doubt my mom’s choice to homeschool me and my sister, and if being different meant that I would somehow be forever strange. I would spend hours of my teenage existence arguing and begging my mom to let me go to school, so I could be “cool”, so I could blend in and not have to make excuses to the grocery store clerk for why I wasn’t in school at 11am. My mom always said that she wanted me to be protected, that she wanted me to be free to grow in my need to learn. I resented her for it.
However, looking back today I can now say that I am so thankful that I got to experience my first 18 years of life homeschooled, and if you asked if I wanted to live it all over again I would without a doubt say yes. I have learned to embrace the fact that people can be different, that there are many life paths, and I can now genuinely appreciate the idea of diversity. My first day in a classroom was my first day of college, and if possible I was even more excited than before to learn to excel in a classroom, and unlike many other fellow college students, who had spent years and years growing up in a classroom environment, I was fresh and excited to take on the new challenge. The skills I have learned as a homeschooler are invaluable. I learned to be independent and to take initiative, as I grew older I was completely self-taught and could complete my schoolwork without oversight. I was expected to be responsible for myself and that no teacher or parent was responsible for my success. The day I graduated from college I thanked my mom for having the patience, sacrifice and dedication to help me become the person she believed I could be. My mom not only gave me my education but she also taught me the most valuable lesson I have learned in life so far: not all things in life may seem good or “right” in the moment, but in hindsight they are the experiences which refine and grow us into individuals.