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The story of my life would simply be titled "determination". Throughout my life I have always been determined to get what I want. I was never a child that asked mom and dad for something and got it, I worked for it. From a young age my mother made me do chores around the house in order to go outside and play with my friends. As I got older, nothing go easier, chores turned into jobs, and my income turned into my alliance. However, one thing that I did realize is that working without passion is not very enjoyable. I began working at a Restaurant as a host, which is not the most glamorous job out there. Fortunately, the Restaurant I worked at was looking for a new local marketing team. Once I heard what the job entailed I jumped on the opportunity;
but it was not easy convincing management and the cooperate office that a seventeen year old could handle the responsibilities that go along with marketing. In the beginning I was on a trial run where I shadowed our cooperate marketing team and tried to show them my ideas where valuable to the company and so where my communication skills. After a month of proving myself to management, I was offered the position as Semolina's local store marketer. That experience has taught me a lot about myself as well as my passion for marketing. Getting the job as the local store marketer had shown me that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to, anything I am determined to to do.
The concert hall was filled with hundreds of people all squished together like a can of sardines. Not a single seat was empty. Audrey sat waiting and filled with anticipation to hear the orchestra play. The director lifted his arms in a motion that resembled a bird about to take off in flight. All eyes and ears turned towards the stage. Not a sound was heard but the enchanting notes that came from a silver glimmering rod. From those few notes Audrey knew she wanted to play the flute, but her middle school band director, Ms. Boland, handed her a trumpet.
Once in the sixth grade the year was coming to an end and all the top people that did good in english and literature were getting letters so get into spanish for seventh and eighth grade and i waited and waited and never got an invite to be put into that class. I was so frustrated and confused because I didn't understand why i dint get into that class and i felt like the school thought i was stupid and could get into the class i was really angry and resented school for awhile because I knew my potential, and I worked hard my whole sixth grade year in all of my classes to get A’s which i did and still didn't get into Spanish. What I should have done instead of getting angry and resenting the school and thinking i was stupide was confront the
Not if he lives or dies without my approval. Sam picks me up and helps me get into the car as I turn to look at Mr. Hatzel, his white hair shining against the sun, his blue eyes gives away the pain, sadness and pity he feels. Empty and broken, we head back to the hospital as I promised Sam I would after breaking out.
Having an immense amount of weight on my back while I was trying to get to my new home wasn’t a very good motivation. In fact, I wanted to drop my pack and die every three steps. It didn’t matter how long I had been at Second Nature and how much I had become fond of the place, I hated hiking with crippling weight. The reality of the situation, however, was that we simply could not stop. No matter how much it hurt, we had to keep moving, or else we wouldn’t make it to camp where there would be a source of water. It wasn’t just the hiking that was hard either. Everything I did out there was back breaking and there were so many moments that I just wanted to give up again and again. Yet, I never did.
My family was going out of town over the first weekend of the year that truly felt like summer. It was my first taste of freedom Sophomore year as I was able to come and go from the house on my own time, choose what to feed myself, and have anyone over without question or comment. On that Friday afternoon I drove my boyfriend and I to my house after school, where we knew we could have a few hours to just be together and experience our first taste raw love.
"Freedom is never really won, you earn it and win it in every generation." -Coretta Scott King. this is her quote and I agree with her.
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I felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as I am sitting down with my mother in front of me, who had just told me we are moving to the Texas. When I discovered that my father was searching for our new home in Frisco, Texas and was not on a business trip, I asked myself how could a 12 year old possibly adapt and learn an entirely new culture?
The fall term during my junior year was probably the toughest time that I had to endure. This term marks the first time that I got back to school after the car accident that happened in New Zealand. For about half of the term, I couldn’t even ride to school, because a simple car horn could startle me and sometimes it made me relive of what happened on that forgetful night. I was even terrified just to cross the streets, the very same streets that I have walked on for more than two years. Besides my fragile emotional state at the time, I had to take the maximum credits that an undergraduate could take if I want to graduate in four years. While most of the classes were straightforward, organic chemistry caused me to struggle the most. On the
Having an open mind along with perseverance is the key to success. Especially if it’s in another country, with a different culture and another language. When I was 9 years old I had to understand this and accept the challenge since the United State was going to be my new home and I had to continue being competitive. Although this was not like any other competition, it was an inner challenge of adaption. Not knowing the language of your surrounding is frustrating at times and even more so through childhood.
What was the first things to go through my head when I knew I was going to collide with another car? Depending on the person, it might be fear, anger, or anxiety. There are few events in our lives that can force us to act instinctively. In my case, I made a last minute call that could have prevented disaster. Now, I often think about what would have happened if I did not make that call. Assigning fault proved difficult in my situation and ended without justice. I took many lessons from this experience and this situation helped me get to know myself in a different way.
Making friends was always challenging. I was too honest and ruthless towards others, I never took anyone's feelings into consideration because I was just being honest. Just like everyone else, I wanted to have friends, people to hang out with, and to care about me. I thought, maybe the reason I had no friends was because of my honesty and I didn’t know how to control my feelings. The very few people that I did talk to, got picked on for hanging out with me. I went crying to my mom almost everyday.
Since I was young I have always had the mindset that everything I plan has to go by the rules or else everything falls apart. Unfortunately, that is not the most ideal mindset to have especially when nothing is guaranteed no matter how much you would like it to be. I was quite used to having a family with a single mother and two brothers and being somewhat like an alpha male. Therefore, it threw me off that during my Junior year in highschool I was contacted by a lady that turned out to be the mother of my half sister, Nicole. I was quite elated that after many years wishing I was not the only girl that I had a sister, but what threw me off is that it was not what I expected. I was not used to surprises that would alter my life forever especially
It was two summers ago; I was spending a week up north in Elk Rapids carefree and jubilous, completely oblivious to my upcoming fate. No, nothing terribly tragic occurred halfway through that week, but it was definitely a troublesome incident and struggle for everyone involved. None the less, the event that took place outside of White Birch, a lodge we stay at every summer, has impacted me in several ways. Through it all, I have definitely learned one thing: wear shoes when you ride a bike!
My parents have always told me that if I would try hard enough and never let anything knock me down I would be something special. They have taught me that if I was inspired to do better than I would do better. All throughout my life people have inspired me to become the person that I am today; my teachers, coaches, peers, and family have given me enough inspiration to last a lifetime and I will always remember their encouraging words while going through hardship. The best part about living in a small town is that everyone knows you and what you’re going through, so it is not atypical to hear encouraging words when you are feeling low. The worst memory that I have a blessing of remembering was on October 10, 2015; the day that changed everything