<p>Did a search and found a thread by someone with a similar problem; Andale suggested posting in this forum because some of you, including MomOfWildChild (if you’re out there, I hope you see this!!), might be able to offer some insight.</p>
<p>I’m 27 years old. I have 4 kids; two biological, two step. I have a 4.0 GPA in college and I’m about to complete my AA degree. EC’s include VP of Honors Student Council, founding member of Honors Program, Phi Theta Kappa member/volunteer, Student Ambassador, Foundation scholarship recipient and feature article in 2009 Foundation Annual Report, did a pretty cool presentation (panel discussion) for my Honor’s thesis project; the panel included very powerful members of my community, including a government official, and the whole thing was organized, led, and moderated by me, and I play guitar in a popular local band.
I think that covers it…</p>
<p>Anyway, here’s the thing- when I was a teen I got in a LOT of trouble. I dropped out of high school to help out my family when my dad took off and we went from a three-story mansion, four cars, in-ground pool, etc. etc. to a tiny house with very little furniture and no way to pay the utility bill each month…it was awful. I had always been an overachiever; always did marvelously at everything I tried, and I was involved in A LOT of activities. But after this drastic change in my life, I became depressed and started experimenting in several dangerous areas. By the time I was sixteen I was living in an apartment with an older boyfriend, and soon after I was pregnant- and then homeless. I always had amazing dreams for my future, including Ivy League schools and becoming president, amongst many other dreams, lol, but after dropping out of school and then becoming pregnant I felt those dreams had disappeared forever- however, I knew I was to be a mom now, and I needed to just focus on that.</p>
<p>I had my baby in 2001 and lost him three months later. This was by far the most horrible experience of my life. I was utterly devastated and sunk even further into depression. You’ve heard the expression “spiral out of control”- that doesn’t even begin to describe what I did. I won’t go into the awful details, but I can pretty much sum it up with this- I was trying to kill myself. I didn’t have the guts to do it efficiently…but in the slowest, most painful route possible, I was on the right road to death. In that time I was in and out of jail, living in parks and sleeping under benches, landing in the hospital for overdoses and heart infections (I had endocarditis for the first time at eighteen years old)- but obviously, I never actually died…</p>
<p>My mom saved my life just by having faith in me. The woman I had let down and even personally screwed over on my train to hell had FAITH IN ME. I couldn’t understand it. It was almost as though I owed it to her to at least try…to at least see if I could give her the gift of being right, having hope, seeing her daughter at least get better, be okay. So I went to treatment. That was eight years ago. Now I’m armed with my accolades and trying once more to make it to one of my dream schools (as a transfer student from a community college), show my children the world, and make my mark on society, this time for the better.</p>
<p>I wrote about a lot of this in some of my application essays. I’m hoping that the fact that SO much time has passed, and I’m clearly a completely different person now, will make a difference with the admissions committees, but I worry that I’ll still be seen as a disgusting drug addict and former criminal. I have three misdemeanors on my record- two for stealing and one for trespassing. I wrote a short letter for the Common App about it, because I had to check “yes” for the question about having a criminal record. I tried to explain some of the series of events that took place and that there is absolutely no excuse for any of the things I did and I am truly sorry. I’ve been trying to forgive myself for eight years now- it’s not easy. I was not a good person. As I explained in the letter, I learned that there are some drugs that will actually change WHO YOU ARE, and that addiction truly is cunning, baffling, and powerful. One of the things I have to offer a transfer school is my ability to counsel my younger peers, as college can be a time of experimentation for many young students- I’ve shared my story and worked with the youth in my area for a VERY long time now, and I feel that what I’ve learned from my own mistakes can at least help someone else avoid a similar path, and since I can’t change my past, that’s the absolute best I can do with it now, so I can accept and even take comfort in that.</p>
<p>So, does anyone have any insight? Do you think my app will just get thrown in the trash? Will I be seen as “terrible”? I will say that I applied to some Ivies (again, childhood dream) and several other schools with very small acceptance rates. A lot of people probably think that’s stupid, but this was my one shot to achieve a lifelong goal, so I just had to do it. It’s not my fault that several of those top schools have the things I most want in a college in common!</p>
<p>But again, we’re talking about really selective schools. I know I may not have gotten picked anyway, just because…they’re selective. But what I’m asking is- do any of you think I even stand a chance with my record? Will I be reviewed as a regular transfer applicant, like any other, or will I have points against me because of my past- if they even review it at all?? I can picture adcoms laughing, wadding my file up, and playing a nice game of afternoon hoops…</p>