to get my scholarship back...convincing or naw?
Dear Jewel Smith,
This semester the fall 2008 I have lost my financial aid. I’d first like to start off by saying that last semester Spring 2008 was exceptionally hard for me since it was my first year in a new major. I was originally a multimedia major but last year I decided that it just was not the degree I was looking to get so I transferred to the photography program where I was being pushed far more than I ever was in multimedia. It was definitely a welcomed change and I really enjoyed my fall semester and I thought I was excelling, I had never done so well in school. However the real reason behind why I did so badly this past semester Spring 2008 was because my grandmother died in late April.
I have lived next door to my grandparents all of my life. The relationship that I have and had with them was very strong and unwavering. I spent so much time with them when I was little to when I was 15 and needed a ride to the movies. They were there for me when my parents and I got into fights or for whatever I needed them for they were there, at the drop of a dime ready to help me. The support that they both gave with my dreams of being a filmmaker to my struggles in Intro to Film was that of their own children, they were always there offering advice and encouragement. I know that they love me very much, as I do them.
My grandmother was a great woman. She lived here in Philadelphia and owned a candy business on Front Street during the depression. I admire all her accomplishments and I am so disappointed in myself for not following her footsteps to success even in the hardest of times. She meant the world to me and her death has really taken a toll on me mentally and physically. When everything happened in April I just fell apart and lost control of my life. I lost one of my solid rocks in my life just like that. When I was in class I was never there in spirit, my mind was always swimming around her memories. I cry now as I write this because she still means so much to me and I am heartbroken still about disappointing her and my family. They have sacrificed so much for me to go to school and to not do well is a sin on all that they have given up for me. I know that death affects everyone differently and that it is never an easy road to recovery. Time is what heals all is what I’m told.
I am not trying to make excuses for myself, I know that I did bad, I know that I failed a class. I just think that my heart was not here in Uarts and in my art last semester. In addition to all of this my mother is due to lose her job by the end of this year. I have exhausted my loans, and every day I am looking for scholarships and any money that I can get to help me this semester.
I worry for myself this coming semester because I fear that I will have to work my 2 current jobs on top of going to school just to make ends meet. I am so fearful that I will not be able to keep up with everything, most importantly school because in the end that’s why I am here in Philadelphia to learn as much as I can and be as great as I can. I know that there are plenty of kids that go to this school that are just as deserving if not more than I of receiving this privileged gift of the promising artist award. This money would mean so much to my family and myself right now.
It would really alleviate my stress and my families about supporting me during the year. It would mean the difference between me working one job and having money for rent and supplies so I can succeed in class and give it my all, to potentially falling behind because I don’t have the money to afford my materials, or my rent, missing class just to work to make my ends meet. I just want to make everyone proud again and not upset with me, or so deeply disappointed. I want to make it right. So I beg you to please consider me as someone who is worthy of this award this semester.
I understand if you cannot, I just thought that I should try.
Thank you for your time either way Ms. Jewel Smith. I know you are busy this time of year with everything so I appreciate you taking the time to read this.
Sincerely,
Cori Drumheller
This semester the fall 2008 I have lost my financial aid. I’d first like to start off by saying that last semester Spring 2008 was exceptionally hard for me since it was my first year in a new major. I was originally a multimedia major but last year I decided that it just was not the degree I was looking to get so I transferred to the photography program where I was being pushed far more than I ever was in multimedia. It was definitely a welcomed change and I really enjoyed my fall semester and I thought I was excelling, I had never done so well in school. However the real reason behind why I did so badly this past semester Spring 2008 was because my grandmother died in late April.
I have lived next door to my grandparents all of my life. The relationship that I have and had with them was very strong and unwavering. I spent so much time with them when I was little to when I was 15 and needed a ride to the movies. They were there for me when my parents and I got into fights or for whatever I needed them for they were there, at the drop of a dime ready to help me. The support that they both gave with my dreams of being a filmmaker to my struggles in Intro to Film was that of their own children, they were always there offering advice and encouragement. I know that they love me very much, as I do them.
My grandmother was a great woman. She lived here in Philadelphia and owned a candy business on Front Street during the depression. I admire all her accomplishments and I am so disappointed in myself for not following her footsteps to success even in the hardest of times. She meant the world to me and her death has really taken a toll on me mentally and physically. When everything happened in April I just fell apart and lost control of my life. I lost one of my solid rocks in my life just like that. When I was in class I was never there in spirit, my mind was always swimming around her memories. I cry now as I write this because she still means so much to me and I am heartbroken still about disappointing her and my family. They have sacrificed so much for me to go to school and to not do well is a sin on all that they have given up for me. I know that death affects everyone differently and that it is never an easy road to recovery. Time is what heals all is what I’m told.
I am not trying to make excuses for myself, I know that I did bad, I know that I failed a class. I just think that my heart was not here in Uarts and in my art last semester. In addition to all of this my mother is due to lose her job by the end of this year. I have exhausted my loans, and every day I am looking for scholarships and any money that I can get to help me this semester.
I worry for myself this coming semester because I fear that I will have to work my 2 current jobs on top of going to school just to make ends meet. I am so fearful that I will not be able to keep up with everything, most importantly school because in the end that’s why I am here in Philadelphia to learn as much as I can and be as great as I can. I know that there are plenty of kids that go to this school that are just as deserving if not more than I of receiving this privileged gift of the promising artist award. This money would mean so much to my family and myself right now.
It would really alleviate my stress and my families about supporting me during the year. It would mean the difference between me working one job and having money for rent and supplies so I can succeed in class and give it my all, to potentially falling behind because I don’t have the money to afford my materials, or my rent, missing class just to work to make my ends meet. I just want to make everyone proud again and not upset with me, or so deeply disappointed. I want to make it right. So I beg you to please consider me as someone who is worthy of this award this semester.
I understand if you cannot, I just thought that I should try.
Thank you for your time either way Ms. Jewel Smith. I know you are busy this time of year with everything so I appreciate you taking the time to read this.
Sincerely,
Cori Drumheller