“Never underestimate the power of passion.” -Eve Sawyer. When I met Kastasya, it was almost ten at night. It was late enough that the lights in the dorm hallway were turned off, and all the residents’ doors were closed. I was walking back to my room and spotted this sweet girl with a passive gait. Her headphones were in and her backpack sat low on her back; she had obviously just come from campus. Since I had not met her yet, I decided to introduce myself as her new RA. She was so focused on her gaze that it took a second for her to register what was coming out of my mouth was more than a simple hello. I introduced myself and asked her how she has been. She confessed that she had just gotten back from studio. I had heard of students going to studio, but I asked her more about it. As she spoke, I could see the exhaustion starting to melt away and the passion fueling her. She is in the College of Architecture at Kansas State University, and from what I could tell, she loves it. I watched the tired girl’s eyes get wider and wider and the corners of her mouth get higher and higher. She began to tell me about the project she …show more content…
The project she was working on was based on the statistically proven, ideal study space. Kastasya would have to completely design a space based off the data that people like to work outside, with other’s stopping by every so often to keep their motivation high. As she was talking, this sounded ideal to me too, but Kastasya admitted this was the exact opposite of how she likes to work. She likes to be in the corner of a quiet room with her headphones in, away from the world. Not only is studio challenging her with the course load, but it is also getting her out of her comfort zone; and Kastasya embraces it. Her face lit up as she was telling me all the things she had to do in her studio class. I was thinking it was too much work, but her smile said
She uses adequate vocabulary to establish her ability to write and communicate effectively. She even mentions that she is careful about each word she expresses because she doesn’t want to support the professor’s claims of her inadequacy in word choice. She uses strong, emotional words like “debilitating and painful”, and “bitter”, “doubt”, and “criticized” to allow the audience to feel empathy. She transitions between her ideas with short simple sentences to keep the audience focused on the important items. “Today is different”, begins the specific account of her professor’s words on her paper. “In reality, I am tired and exhausted” is a simple sentence with powerful, honest words. This sentence transitions into her ideas of what should be done to stop stereotyping. Lastly, she uses the pronoun “I” throughout the paper, but shifts to the pronoun “we” in the final sentences of the article. This shift targets the audience and challenges the reader to be responsible for making changes in academia and stereotyping. The simple statements, “We all have work to do. Academia needs work” are strong and
...les she had set for herself but she feels that she did a good job at her project. She was alarmed by the way that some of her co-workers lived and felt that she learned a lot from her experiences.
I tried to look as professional as possible, as she appeared very sophisticated. We began with small talk. We asked about each others' families and hobbies, just to break the ice a bit. I began. “My first question”, I stuttered, “What made you decide to become a professor of Christian Religion?” “It’s ok", she said, "you can relax. I’ve had man...
In her essay “The Sanctuary Of School” Barry elaborates on her problems going on at home and talks about how going to school is her sanctuary because it allows her to get away from all of her worries. She finds sanctuary, thanks to her teachers that are helping her go through her problems with art. If budget cuts were to come in and take that art teacher away would that mean her sanctuary would be destroyed. Barry states “ Drawing came to mean everything to me.” One teacher made her fall in love with art and this made her forget
¨Casper has inspired me to continue drawing in my free time, even though I am not an art student or in her class,” senior Felix Heitman said. “I feel like the Casper makes the school better and she is willing to help all students even if they aren’t in her
Nothing would be the same if it happened in a different place. The same applies in novels. The first setting Kathy recalls is Hailsham. The arrival of the students is never discussed, but it is implied that they are there from birth until the later years of being a teenager. Hailsham exists in the countryside of an English town, but the only description is given by Kathy when she reminiscences while driving. She says, “I might pass a corner of a misty field, or see part of a large house in the distance as I come down the side of a valley” (Ishiguro 6). At Hailsham, Kathy and her friends attend classes, but they are not classes students would attend at a normal school. The students learn art and poetry instead of math and science. Readers may see it as rather odd and it is questionable whether they will be ready for the real world. As the novel goes on, Ishiguro reveals the purpose. The classes taught at Hailsham are used to help the “students” be more human (Whitehead 56). At the beginning of their stay at Hailsham, many of the students wonder why they are there. This uncertainty adds to the theme of secrecy. Throughout thei...
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
After classes, I head back to my dorm, as I walk in I’m greeted by my friend Myra who asks about my
The person I interviewed was Jill Patton. Jill Patton is a special needs assistant at Bowling Green Middle School. She is a very funny and a fun person to be around. Jill was born in 7-16-1974 in Toledo Ohio. Jill’s parents names are Art and Paula Patton. She has one sister named Laurie Patton. She has lived in Texas, Florida, and Ohio. There are too many schools that Jill went to that she can remember but she does remember graduating from Sylvania NorthView. Jill has short dirty blond hair , She is 4.11 ½ , She also has blue eyes and wears glasses.
I was born Mary Alice Chambers, on November twenty-seventh, 1962 in Emporia, Kansas, to Robert Lee Chambers Sr. and Sarah Lucy (Hutcherson) Chambers. I am a fifty-four-years-old three times married, African American female with my current marriage approaching the thirteen- year mark. My father was of African American and Native American descent and my mothers of African American and Irish descent. My father’s level of education was the eighth grade, but he later attended the technical college for culinary arts, and my mother graduated high school and took some college course in her later years to learn how to use a computer.
She imagines that the world is going to be more diverse than ever before. And the ability to work with different people is critical to every student. Students can meet people from different cultures and different backgrounds, and they will see the different ways of thinking. As a result, they will be thinking in different angles and more critical. And the ability to think critically is also important in research.
It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari Jenson. I knew I would probably put the project off until the very end and do it the weekend before even though it would get on my mom’s nerves. Putting work off was just how I did everything, it worked for me. When I arrived home from school that day, I told mom about the project. I told her I would most likely write it about her and she was overjoyed.
Fast-forward a year after high school, with completing basic training for the U.S. Army, and completing worthless general education goals, you find myself, Brad Budnick, struggling to figure out what the hell he is going to do in life. But how did I meet this teacher and how does this relate to college? A couple months into my first year in college I was working at The Detour, a regular bar in Minnesota City. One day as I am washing ketchup spattered tables and cleaning peanut covered floors, a women walked through the door with a couple of friends. I realized she was a teacher at my high school that I always seemed to notice but never had. They all sit down on the wooden chairs surrounding the table and I begin to take their order. In the back of my mind, I am thinking to myself, “How awkward is that I am serving a teacher.” I think nothing much of it and continuing taking their order. About a half an hour passes and the population of the bar has gone down to the teacher and her friends, myself, and lastly the bartender. Since, most of my chores were complete at the bar, I ask the group with the teacher how they are doing? They reply with compliments of the food and the great service, but also a question by the teacher. She
One thing I noticed was the lack of eye contact between us. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t want to talk to me. But after having the conversation with Lily, I asked her current impression of me. She told me that I looked very ‘responsible’. I asked her to clarify the response and Lily elaborated by explaining how college changed me for the better good.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after