When you hear of someone who went to a highly competitive school, it’s expected that they are still highly competitive in the workforce. My father despite the motivation and skill, has been unable to work since 2006. Being incapable to do what he had been striving for in terms of work and his ability to provide for his family definitely has affected him. Currently my father is able to live at home, and is still mobile. When I was younger his health fluctuated, and there was a point where I rarely saw him outside of a hospital room. A flurry of tubes running from machines to him float through the memories of growing up. There were a solid 2 years when I only saw him asleep in his room with all the lights off, due to daily migraines. The silence seemed …show more content…
I didn’t want the good memories I had of him to be tainted by his sickness. The idea of us being close was unwanted when I was younger, it was precariously walking on a tightrope 100 ft up. It was staying in the path of a tornado, remaining on the beach during a tsunami. I knew I wasn’t prepared and would get hurt. When I thought about my life if he wasn't sick, I’d feel guilty. I was worried that he didn’t feel good enough, that his efforts to be involved him my life were futile. I felt like I shouldn’t get too close, because I knew eventually I would fall off the tightrope, I would get caught up in the tornado, and I would be drowned in the tsunami. By the time I was in 8th grade, my father’s health had improved enough to offer some sort of stability. I discovered how similar we are, and how much of his personality was ingrained in mine. Finally I felt like I could get to know him, and all the effort he put in with the hope of providing support for my family. Although his plans didn’t work out, he still managed to do everything he could to raise us. His efforts weren’t completely lost within the blur of my childhood, and my wanting to know him outweighs my fear of losing
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
I always strive to complete my homework and assignments to the best of my ability and turn them in on time if not early. My performance in school is extremely important to me therefore I study materials outside what is given to me in class and do independent research for homework and assignment. My work ethic is very strong and I work very hard to maintain it.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
I remember the year my Highschool team went to the state championship. My team the Kansas City Hawks went up against the twelve time champs The St.Louis Kings. What made them twelve time champs was us. Every time my team went to the championship The Kings met us there. All twelve times The King where the victors. January 25,2024 The Hawks were on a warpath for that Championship.
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I am from the island of Falalop Woleai which is one the outer islands of Yap State. The culture I was born and raised in has slightly changed over the years but our traditions are strongly practiced and respected. Woleaians today still wears traditional attire of loin cloths or “thus” for men and lava lavas for women.
Every student dreams of going to college, but once you are enrolled it’s a challenge to achieve the goal of getting the degree. Weather it has been a friend, family member, or even a neighbor they have their ways of handling the conundrum. My friend Kevin, recently graduated this past year, started of in Middlesex for two years, and then he transferred to Rutgers to finish his career. He graduated from Rutgers and now is an accounting major. Kevin is amiable, hardworking, and deft. During his time at Middlesex and Rutgers, he had a job at Apple, went to the gym, participated in many fundraisers, and volunteer at hospitals. All these task that he did engendered an issue. The issue it created was that he had no time to do anything. He would
Listen While You Work Ever since I’ve entered ninth grade, I’ve had more homework than my eight years of education. Considering that this year's grades count, I try to get all my homework done and give it my best effort. When I get home from a long day of sports and school, it's hard to concentrate because I like to catch up on social media and socialize with family. When I do my homework I put in both of my earbuds and listen to Spotify with radio stations such as “Pure Pop” or “Rap Caviar” mainly because that's my favorite music to listen to and it makes me feel caught up on the latest music hits. I thought that this music helped me concentrate while I was working, but after studying how music affects your brain while studying, I was wrong.
Last year was actually one of my best years in high school. I was much more focused on passing and getting into my books but I was more focused on getting everything done. My junior and sophomore year were pretty much tied in together since I was trying to get everything done to be in my right graduating class my senior year. I wanted to make sure that I got all of the credits I needed to graduate with my class. Last year I was in the tenth grade because I did not do so good in my ninth grade year the first time so I had to repeat the ninth grade because of this last year was a lot tougher than it probably should have been. That made no difference in how dedicated I was to do everything I had to do to get thirteen credits by the end of the year.
When I was younger I was not so smart and would do questionable stuff all the time. I would jump from boulders to other boulders, climb on top of chairs, and even try killing snakes I would find in our yard. One day I learned a lesson from going on one of my self proclaimed adventures with a good friend.
It all started with a fish, a chair, and a really bad smell of course I am getting ahead of myself and I wouldn’t want to puzzle you (or would I), you see maybe there is no actual fish, what if the chair just smelled really bad, Maybe someone was smelling bad and they sat on the chair and now the chair smells bad. What if there actually was a fish and that’s what smelt bad… so now I was looking around for the fish. I was thinking to myself “gone forever,” just then I felt something squishy in my coat pocket, and I said “Wow would you look at this!” and pulled out some moldy playdough. I think this will taste good so I took a few bites. A it tasted like play dough first I thought it tasted like something I have tasted before but the I felt
In the year of 2010 around 11:00AM on a bright and sunny summer morning and not a cloud in the sky, you could hear birds chirping and feel the wind blowing, I was planning on swimming in my clear heated pool in my backyard with colorful lights on the inside, it was planned to be the perfect day. Little did I know I was not going to be the only one swimming.
One dark, stormy October night me and some friends went trick or treating. Then we saw this abandon house so we decided to go in it well when we did we found out it was haunted. We went in and went up the stairs and one of my friends somehow got tripped and fell down the stairs and almost broke his .leg. Then we heard a voice that said get out or die.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,