my way. I was grateful to change because I always experienced more and more and met life long friends. However nothing is comparable to the change I experienced when suddenly waking up in the airplane after my 12 hour flight. Isn't it fascinating how we can wake up across the world suddenly? It seems like a dream but it’s reality, and when you realize that this is no dream you suddenly feel that blood rush and fast pulse pumping through all veins and hitting your head where you can feel the pulse pushing through from the inside of your ears. It’s scary imagining how people will react to someone foreign, people aren't used to the unknown and neither am I. It is all about creating a learning experience to live in the complete unknown. ✱ ✱ ✱ …show more content…
I was with some of my friends and I considered myself very lucky to make these memories and share these with them. There was something about sitting on that stone and mountain. It had this positive energy that made me feel recharged. Even the drive up to the mountain and the music we turned up in the car was one of my most favorite things to do in the afternoons. There was this cold breeze at the top of the mountain that made you shiver sometimes but then the sun warmed you and turned your red cheeks into a soft baby pink color. As someone that grew up in a city in Europe, nature did not seem to be part of me. Austria has a beautiful nature and agriculture but I never felt connected to it. Maybe because I wasn't as involved in the nature aspect as much as people are here. When I sat at the top of Flagstaff I realized that I missed that aspect and I actually really enjoyed it. Taking a hike with my friends in Austria was something I would have never done, we were more likely to meet up in the city center and do random things but here I learned to actually appreciate nature and feel how much energy it can give to me. Boulder has many aspects that are different from Vienna, each place has its own
Growing up surrounded by mountains has been a great source of growth for me as a person. While both the Rocky Mountains and the White Mountains hold a special place in my heart, the Colorado Rockies and all of their splendor are where I belong. Dwarfing all other mountains in the contiguous US and making all other resorts pale in comparison, the Rockies offer natural splendor that cannot be beaten. The variety of creatures and geographical features you can see when standing on top of the world is much greater than what you can see from the top of the White Mountains. It is for these reasons that I feel my home is in the Rocky Mountains.
That morning my mother had gone to talk to one of the hotel workers about activities to do while we were on vacation. I remember my mom coming back to the hotel room saying that the man at the front desk said we should see this sunset from the volcano. He said that everyone who did it thought it was beautiful and worth it, and we should do it. He also told my mom that we needed to pack warm clothes because it gets cold. We decided as a family that we should try it. My mom made us pack jeans and sweatshirts but my brother and I thought we wouldn't need them because growing up in Virginia, we thought we could handle it. I was a little nervous about the trip but excited at the same time to see this stunning sunset from so far up.
I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.
When it was Friday night, 5 friends were making their way to a haunted house. These friends were Alex, Brennen, Tommy, Gerardo, and Zeke. For some reason these kiddos thought it would be cool to make a reenactment of Paranormal Activity and bring all this equipment to hunt down ghosts and get Cheetos on the way as well. Unfortunately they didn't know where they were going they found the motel on google maps. After the Paranormal gang was prepped and had everything ready they went out to Walmart for some extra supplies. Alex was trying to persuade the group to get Cheetos, but instead they got Lays, which really ticked Alex off. Brennen and Tommy went to go get camping equipment and Zeke rolled up with a snuggie and asked for it. Gerardo, for
My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
I can still remember that day. All the beauty of nature collected in one moment. I can still feel the sponginess of the winter-aged leaves under my feet. I felt as though I was walking on a cloud, the softness of the leaves cushioning my every step, they were guiding me along the wooded path to a small creek. The humming of the water moving with the crispness of the air, together they were singing a promise of a fresh and clean new season. It was a beautiful spring that year. Every so often a day like that comes back and I am reminded of posing for our picture together.
Unfortunately, not all memorable events are pleasant. Although most people immediately think of a positive experience when asked, "What is your most memorable event?" The typical responses are happy thoughts, however; that is not the case at hand. By definition, bittersweet means both pleasant and painful; two emotions: sadness and happiness, endured at the same time. Hell with a silver lining describes it just as well, I believe.
These forms of nature were intriguing and completely foreign to me. Animals that I had never seen before, such as enormous bison and elk, and mountains much larger than the ones found in Maine, made me realize that there are places different from my hometown, or even my home state, and this realization caused the growth of a great interest in discovering and exploring new places that I'd never been.
If there was a turning point in my life, it probably occurred around my freshman year of high school. Before this year began I has recently received the sacrament of confirmation in the Catholic church. In my church this sacrament is seen as a final step in the process of attaining full membership into the church. We believe that through it you receive certain special gifts and insights. I broach this event because something definitely changed in me after this process. Up until freshman year I had struggled to even get all A's. I'd usually end up just shy of all A's. Suddenly, in freshman year, something just clicked. I was off to a fairly good start with all A's. Something else had changed during this year that probably affected this trend. During
While working as a healer, I began picking up on the causes of my client's illness or injuries. I would know things that the client hadn't told me, And often times they themselves hadn't even considered. Once the information had been discussed with the client, the pain from the trauma would go completely away.
Throughout my pitch, I made several choices to make sure my pitch targeted reluctant parents. Firstly, I used inclusive language that helped connect my family and experiences to their own. At the beginning of my pitch I tried to immediately address their reason for coming to my booth since they were, “unsure if online English is the best fit for [their] son or daughter”, and I also wanted to make sure them that, “my parents felt the same way before I started this course.” The use of inclusive language is a key persuasive technique to engage the listener since it makes them feel like they are being directly spoken to. In addition, I also directly related my family to theirs which helped to further solidify that I was there to talk directly to
For every species there comes a time where we feel like we need interaction with each other, isolation is not something that we as mammals have programed in our brains. We desire love, acceptance and interaction; the kind that brings us all together. We form groups depending on who we are, some can be like humans coming together to bring happiness to each other (Slide 13) or some can be just simply a large group like how penguins flock together (Slide 12) either way we tend to migrate toward each other.
As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
The skills that will beneficial in enhancing my ability to be other-oriented are as follows:
Being a zookeeper was never an occupational aspiration of mine, but somehow, according to my supervisor, that is the position I had taken. In the summer of 2009, fresh out of graduate school, I spent a summer teaching at a local drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. I had two sections of students with ages ranging from twelve to seventeen. These students had been either court ordered to seek help or their families had admitted them to this drug facility. Many of them had been kicked out of school already because of their substance abuse issues and their home lives were atrocious. Many of these parents were addicted to the same vices as their children, and in some instances had even introduced their children to them. Needless to say they