struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.” This inspires me because over the course of my high school career I have set many goals for myself. I have survived writing many goal essays and quite frankly I have accomplished much of what I wanted to. Selfishness is a large motivator when it comes to personal goals. I have always wanted to play varsity field hockey and varsity softball, become the softball varsity captain my senior year, become part of the top of
Little did I know. On a January day, 2 years ago my mother came home with a bunch of information about this summer camp in the Pocono Mountains. Both me and my mother glanced through some of the information and talked about what a great opportunity this could be for me. Although I do admit being a little scared not because I was afraid of being away from home for 21 days but because it was something new with a different culture and a different religion that from what I grew up. The days came closer
cheat- an option that has never been chosen by myself. I have earned A's all of my classes since the beginning of my freshmen year in high school. I am told by all of my teachers that I excel. But I only believe that some of them are right. In the subjects of history, English, and Spanish I understand the concepts fairly well without struggle. As with any class there will always be one or two skills that may not have been as easy to grasp as I thought and may require a little more help, but for the
Did I just… die? “Yes, I am afraid so,” said the lady sitting across from me. “And from what I am reading, a murder victim. Wow honey, I am so sorry.” What? “What what?” she asks. What the fuck? How can she respond to my thoughts? “I’m an angel honey,” she says. “That is what we do.” The lady is dressed in a white pantsuit, has short blonde hair, and thick black glasses. She is sitting behind a white desk, with nothing but a computer and a keyboard on it. “Well honey, murders are always tough
I have always seen the route to medical school in one way. When I did research when I was younger, every website said the same major in a science, get a good GPA, volunteer at a hospital or clinic, take the MCAT, and apply for medical school. I always pictured myself taking that route, why I entered UCR as a Biology major. I graduated high school with preconceived notions that not much would is different in college. During orientation, I faced the first foreign concept to me, which was registering
1. What Did I Observe? From my first observation, I was located at my local Starbucks. It was a good day to go that day, because there was many different types of people there. I was able to see quite a few different types of interactions. I had noticed that I was also displaying nonverbal eye behavior while I was there. Such as, the use of scanning, which in the textbook states on page 92, “our eyes scan, focus, and collect information about the world around us” (Richmond, McCroskey, and Hickson
every June, the first day of school, I was asked to write an essay that was always titled: "How I spent my summer vacation". "And make it interesting," my teachers would advise. I assumed that mere recountings of my days spent reading Nancy Drews would not qualify as "interesting". Neither would my detailed accounts of making paper straws and trying to blow bubbles with glycerin solution. So I always made something uplike visits to fairly exotic locales like Poona. I made sure the locales were not very
night and I am slaving away on my computer finding my perfect school. The search so far has been redundant. Another glance at the prospective colleges list and my heart skips a beat: University of Pennsylvania, I read. My mouth instantly goes dry. All the usual words come into my mind: it’s an Ivy, inaccessible, remote, impersonal, unachievable .Certainly not my type of college. Reluctantly, I log on to the website and I am in shock. Here before me is a world completely different from what I expected:
semester and all that happened in it I think the biggest reason why I didn’t reach the required GPA is because towards the end of the semester I was diagnosed with a very bad case of pink eye and this caused me to miss a week of class. Also when I missed this week of class it was in football season and I play football here at Ashland and because of that it made it pretty hard to juggle all of those things and still keep up with my peers in class even though I was a week behind and trying to not be
summer going into 11th grade and I still had yet to get my permit. Meanwhile there were people in my grade who had their licenses. The reason for not having my permit was because my birthday was in the summer and sixteen is the age you are eligible for your license. I promised myself that on my birthday I would be at the DMV the minute it opened. My peers informed me passing their permit test was one of the easiest tests that had ever taken. With that in mind, I did not go out of my way to study which
Did I Miss Anything? By Tom Wayman Did I Miss Anything? is a poem written by a Canadian poet and academic Tom Wayman. Being a teacher, he creates a piece of literature, where he considers the answers given by a teacher on one and the same question asked by a student, who frequently misses a class. So, there are two speakers present in it – a teacher and a student. The first one is fully presented in the poem and the second one exists only in the title of it. The speakers immediately place the reader
Ashlynn Josefina Goodwin Peralta. I am a proud Catholic although I am very intrigued about other religious as well. I was born in Claremore, Oklahoma on the other hand, when I was a toddler I grew up in a small village in Satipo, Peru. It is located in the Amazon Jungle and in the distance, you are able to see the beautiful Andes Mountains. Why did I grow up here? Well the answer to that would be my mother. Actually, my mother and her family are the reason why I am a Catholic and taught me the ways
What did I learn? Even though I work in a school district where we are expected to watch videos on bullying annually, this series was eye opening to the real problem of bullying. According to the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development three out of ten children are a bully, victim, or both. Another statistic from the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development reveals that 3.2 million youth are bullied and 3.7 million youth are the bullies. These statistics are staggering
Suicide, I Did Not During Junior High I had many absolutely dire problems that were constantly on my mind. My out-of-date wardrobe continuously embarrassed me. My hair would not acquiesce to any attempted hairstyle. My parents didn't understand me, my teachers were all picking on me, and nobody really liked me for me. These beliefs were all false, of course. At the time, it never occurred to me that all my concerns and volatile emotions were "normal". I never considered that while I was going
teeth much like mine when I changed. My eyes widened as his body continued to change. “You’re a shape shifter!” I felt the need to point out. Fur the color of golden sun rays sprouted all over his body, and his legs began to shift and crackle until they formed hind legs. When they started to pump and he ran forward, I sprung into action. Getting up I flung air coming from the open door at him. It did nothing but slow him down a little. But it was better than nothing.
different was a characteristic I disliked about myself. It essentially meant that I could not be a part of the “cool kids”, a group that was mostly homogenous of race and cultural values. I simply felt that I did not belong. When I first came to America, I met many peers and neighbors that demonstrated attributes of kindness and accommodation. My friends accepted who I was without any labels, at least up until the fourth grade when a national tragedy changed my life. I recall seeing two buildings on
I chose Saint Leo because he was a warrior and had protected our church many times. He helped better the world by protecting the church throughout his 21 years as Pope against forces that were far more superior than the armies back then. For those acts he was declared doctor of the church in 1754. This is why he was the first Pope ever to be given the title Great he was well deserving of this title. Saint Leo was born in Tuscany Italy in 400. He was born to a noble Roman family and was a very
reason, I learned to just speak Spanish first. When we moved to Oklahoma City I was five. I had to transition to English, which was hard. I got made fun of, but luckily improved later on my literacy journey. Transitioning from Spanish to English was the most difficult thing ever. At age six I didn't know much. I thought Spanish was the only language since that's all I learned and heard. Being told by your parents you have to learn English before school was confusing. I didn't know why I had to learn
Queen Isabella I of Castile Heroes are people who make a difference and change the world. The world would not be like it is today, if it had not been for Queen Isabella I of Castile. Isabella of Castile was one of the most influential women in history because of her extensive achievements. Some accomplishments she was known for was her defense for the Catholic faith in the Spanish Inquisition, the unification of Spain, and the funding of the discovery of the New World. This Spanish queen was a hero
Introduction I would like to write an article for my final project of Introduction to Economics on semester 2. In this article, I want to explain to you about Entrepreneur. Content First, I want to tell you where the word entrepreneur come from. The word entrepreneur come from the French words entre, meaning ‘’between’’ and prendre, meaning ‘’ to take’’. This word is used to describe people who ‘’take on the risk’’ between buyers and sellers or someone who starting a new business (theory from Entrepreneurship: