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Dear Malcolm,
I am not going to lie to you, I hate talking about myself. So, the fact that you are making us write
Deborah (furthest left). Deborah graduated from Duke University for both her undergraduate and
graduate years and has now transitioned into a full-time lawyer in San Francisco, California.
Two years later, my parents gave birth to my second eldest sister, Abby (in between my mom
and Deborah). She graduated from UNC Charlotte in 2013 and currently works at a software
analytics company in downtown Charlotte. The four of them lived their lives for about six years,
Major (but I’ll tell you more about that later on.) I am
situations I have overcome in high school and college have prepared me for the reality of life that
is to follow. During these past years, I have dealt with discrimination, misconceptions,
favoritism, and other ordeals that could have prevented me from so many opportunities if I had
allowed them to defeat me. Teachers would take one look at the name "Toluwanimi Eniola
Olaleye," and prematurely visualize the stress and confusion my "ethnicity and nationality"
would cause them. Teachers would take one look at the color of my skin, and immediately see a
student who would put forth no effort. Students, faculty, or whoever immediately knew
everything about me before I opened my mouth. However, as they impulsively voiced their
disapproval, I imagined what their future reactions would be when I finally did open my mouth
I aim to follow the behavior of my parents who explained how they sought success in fields
where people discriminate against the color of skin and foreign accents. By exemplifying respect
and communication, I changed the misconceptions of the students and teachers. The ignorance
and hatred of others will not limit or hinder my own progress, but instead will fuel my passion
for change.
One of the things I promised myself before entering college is to step outside my comfort zone. I
school friends who believed that I could never do such a thing because I did not fit the
stereotypical “blond hair, blue eye sorority girl” stereotype. I joined the organization anyway, but
I would be lying to you if I didn’t say that my friend’s opinions didn’t stick with me and I began
to even question myself. “Was I doing something wrong?” “Would I ever feel comfortable with
these individuals?” A whole semester later and I still believe that joining Kappa Alpha Theta was
one of the best decisions I have made. Being surrounded by women who support and encourage
you at your toughest times is such a wonderful feeling. They accept me for me and even laugh at
my jokes that I know are terrible. Most importantly, we all have this sisterly bond (I know its
cliché) that allows us to view each other as each other’s closest friends.
One of the last things I want to talk to you about is why I decided to be a nursing major. Now, I
have always known that I wanted to be a part of the medical field ever since I snuck into my
parent’s room and binged watched three episodes of Greys Anatomy when I was 12 years old. I
just wasn’t sure about what area I belonged to. From pharmacy to cardiology, I surveyed about
every possible medical profession (I even considered medical school but the idea of being in
school for the next 12 years of my life makes me want to jump out of window, no matter the
potential salary) until I stumbled upon nursing, which is actually ironic since my own mother has
been a registered nurse and nurse educator for the past 13 years. Medical professionals dedicate
their lives to treating others and making them as healthy as possible. My mother studied to
become a registered nurse in the United States and she explained to me that her passion for
millions more and more each year. Not only have I decided to go into the medical field as a
Nurse Anesthetist, I want to work with the Center of Disease Control and Prevention to work on
a cure for HIV/AIDS or at least increase prevention methods to decrease the amount of lives
being taken annually. I also am curious as to why those who are in need the most or those who
are receiving the least—facing problems like homelessness and living below the poverty-lines in
Somehow, I was able to tell you about myself without sounding like a complete idiot (hopefully
anyway.) I still do not know how I feel about this class, granted it has only been two days, but I
do know that it will for sure be an interesting semester. I hope this letter gave you some insight
about myself and I look forward to getting to know you more throughout the year!
Enny Olaleye