College Essay for tomorrow 1/16/15

Can someone please read my college essay and its due tomorrow 1/16/15 please and thank you.....

I advanced beyond the overwhelmingly large glass doors, and in two seconds, I screamed. This time, it was with excitement. I was five years old, and it was the first time I had seen the sparkly snowflakes fall from the foreign sky. The flurries glistened in the brilliant sunlight while the winter sun cast a playful shadow against the snow. I first saw the world in a country where temperatures never dropped below 43 degrees fahrenheit. Being born in Israel, and moving to the United States, I learned to adapt to the American culture but strived to keep my ethnicity and customs within grasp. I haven’t gone through a terrible cancerous disease, or had to struggle through divorcing parents; however, shifting from a country of a set culture to the fully diverse lands of America was difficult. Coming from a country that holds seventy-five percent of all Jewish population on Earth into a mixed country that contains two percent of the Jewish people has been challenging. In addition, since I started my education in a mainly Christian town, I have always felt different than others in regard to my background. The relocation from Israel to the United States was difficult, but making the shift across the big blue barrier has transformed me into who I am today.
Not only is my home country very different from the United States, but also, environmentally speaking it is unique. As I am currently living in colorful New England, various seasons are a mesmerizing factor of one’s everyday life. On the contrary, Israel is enveloped by either extreme heat or dense rainy storms that blanket the sky. Adjusting from one climate into the other was troublesome. I developed an endless appreciation for the four seasons we have in New England -- the sweet-smelling springtime, which later rolls into a frosty fall by the fireside. I have always thought that it was much easier to live in Israel than it is to live in the United States because, in Israel, I related to others living there. Being Jewish with a native tongue of Hebrew, I was an ordinary member of the Israeli population. In addition to a shared culture, I could relate to the other Israeli girls by appearance. Israel had made me feel very comfortable around the others; for they all had the darker skin and creamy chocolate hair and colored eyes that camouflaged with the deep ocean or the dynamic landscapes. Here, I stand out. Pale-skinned girls with pin straight hair frolick around mindlessly while chatting with their friends. Small and tall boys with gelled back locks parade their personalities through their overly expensive shoes. Although I seem similar, I am unique. Although I seem American, I am cultured. But, it does not trouble me. Moving to the US has been the ultimate expedition to begin a new adventure.
Although I started my education here as a kindergartner, I have pushed to remain an Israeli and not change how I express myself based on how others do so. English has become my third language, following Hebrew as my first and Russian as my second. As the days go by, I continue to improve my tongue and attempt to grow my vocabulary. The five English-less years encourage me to try harder and grasp a better comprehension of everything we learn. From the start, school was a difficulty. My peers instantly noticed that I did not look the same and that I struggled speak their native tongue. Despite the first few years of suffering through malicious comments and malevolent actions from those surrounding me, I have learned that being unique and different is what makes me who I am today. Transitioning from Israel was no mistake, for I have learned that standing out and being different has prepared me for the world of experiences that my promising future holds.