Hi all,
Just wanted to share my college essay with you guys. The prompt was "Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story"
Naturally, I wrote about the horses in my life
Here it is:
My identity as a person was not shaped by other people, and my story was not written by a human hand. Instead, my identity was shaped by countless hours spent at the barn, and my story is marked with hoof prints. To truly know who I am, one must understand that before anything else, I am a horsewoman. My story begins on January 27, 2007. That was the day I turned 10, and it was the day I decided to start taking riding lessons. I had no idea what I was getting myself into at the time; I only knew that learning to ride a pony seemed like fun. There was no indication that it would turn into something that would consume me entirely.
Within two months of my first riding lesson I became the "horse-crazy girl." I was hooked and there was no turning back. I talked constantly of all things horsey to anybody who would listen (or at least pretended to). I worked hours and hours at the barn just to get more time in the saddle. I didn't really walk around the house anymore--instead I took to cantering like a horse, a habit which I only somewhat outgrew recently. Some of the first friends I made as a fifth grader were girls who also took riding lessons and loved horses. I didn't know it yet, but I found my niche.
Horseback riding is a part of my story not just because it is my passion, but because there were so many times when it grounded me and was a constant in my life even when nothing else was. Since I was 8, I've struggled with anxiety, and later on depression. During the times when nothing seemed right, the one thing that never failed to make me happy was the barn. On bad days, I could walk into the barn and escape from my troubles. Even for just a little while, everything seemed right again. All the horses that have come in and out of my life were the best therapists I've ever had. During a time when I lacked confidence and a sense of self, horses helped me find out who I really was. They gave me strength, and they gave me a feeling of empowerment. I am who I am today because of every horse I've ever known.
So who am I, exactly? I am confident, I am driven. I am hardworking and perseverant. I am passionate and compassionate. I am empathetic, and I am tough. There is no doubt that I've been surrounded by great people all my life, but truthfully, the person I am today is a person created by a complete immersion in the horse world. Every single one of my qualities has been developed while I was in the saddle or in the barn.
As I've said previously, one cannot know me without knowing that I am a horsewoman. It is the core of my identity. I cannot represent myself without first saying that everything that I am is because of a horse. And for that, I am forever grateful.
Just wanted to share my college essay with you guys. The prompt was "Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story"
Naturally, I wrote about the horses in my life

Here it is:
My identity as a person was not shaped by other people, and my story was not written by a human hand. Instead, my identity was shaped by countless hours spent at the barn, and my story is marked with hoof prints. To truly know who I am, one must understand that before anything else, I am a horsewoman. My story begins on January 27, 2007. That was the day I turned 10, and it was the day I decided to start taking riding lessons. I had no idea what I was getting myself into at the time; I only knew that learning to ride a pony seemed like fun. There was no indication that it would turn into something that would consume me entirely.
Within two months of my first riding lesson I became the "horse-crazy girl." I was hooked and there was no turning back. I talked constantly of all things horsey to anybody who would listen (or at least pretended to). I worked hours and hours at the barn just to get more time in the saddle. I didn't really walk around the house anymore--instead I took to cantering like a horse, a habit which I only somewhat outgrew recently. Some of the first friends I made as a fifth grader were girls who also took riding lessons and loved horses. I didn't know it yet, but I found my niche.
Horseback riding is a part of my story not just because it is my passion, but because there were so many times when it grounded me and was a constant in my life even when nothing else was. Since I was 8, I've struggled with anxiety, and later on depression. During the times when nothing seemed right, the one thing that never failed to make me happy was the barn. On bad days, I could walk into the barn and escape from my troubles. Even for just a little while, everything seemed right again. All the horses that have come in and out of my life were the best therapists I've ever had. During a time when I lacked confidence and a sense of self, horses helped me find out who I really was. They gave me strength, and they gave me a feeling of empowerment. I am who I am today because of every horse I've ever known.
So who am I, exactly? I am confident, I am driven. I am hardworking and perseverant. I am passionate and compassionate. I am empathetic, and I am tough. There is no doubt that I've been surrounded by great people all my life, but truthfully, the person I am today is a person created by a complete immersion in the horse world. Every single one of my qualities has been developed while I was in the saddle or in the barn.
As I've said previously, one cannot know me without knowing that I am a horsewoman. It is the core of my identity. I cannot represent myself without first saying that everything that I am is because of a horse. And for that, I am forever grateful.


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