Reflective Essay On Hard Work

Throughout my life, I have strived be a hard-working individual when it comes to school, my job, and family work. I always try to work fast but efficiently, and make my work the best that it can be. Perfectionism is a major part of my life and that is one of the driving forces behind my hard work. Sometimes the drive to be perfect can limit my results, but I try my hardest to keep it from restricting me. I have always given one hundred percent when it comes to completing various tasks, and I have found pride in being a hard-worker. When it comes to school, I have always been an “A” only student. I am slightly obsessed with my grades, and I have never had a “B” in my life. Originally, this pressure was put on by my parents, but now I am self-driven

When it comes to architecture, preciseness is key, if you mess up any measurements, it can ultimately end up destroying entire buildings. During my internship this past summer, I started to use some of the programs that are needed for architecture. Since I was just beginning, I didn’t really get a chance to actually draft any plans or design anything original, I was in charge of little projects here and there. My main focus over the summer was creating things called Marketing Sheets. This architect took plans that he had already created for past customers, and sold them online. My job was to take each of these plans and prepare them to be sold. A Marketing Sheet consisted of rough floor plans, a little information about the building including; square footage, number of bedrooms and bathrooms, and overall depth and width. When I would start with the plans, they would be covered in detailed notes and dimensions, I had to delete most of the notes and make the plans look good and new. Doing this, brought out even more of my perfectionism, I had to make sure that all of the room names were centered in each of the room and that everything looked perfect. Completing this job perfectly required a lot of hard work and precise

Mainly, we (my cousins, siblings, and I) would paint the hundreds of yards of fence. When painting, my grandpa always preached “No drips!” he wanted his fence to look the best it could. Under my grandfather’s pressure and my own conviction of perfectionism, I painted my heart away with little mistakes. When it came to other jobs around the farm my grandpa had a similar mindset, he wanted things done a certain way and to his standards. Like I stated earlier, I always strive to impress my grandparents on the farm, to show them that I am a hard-working individual. Especially since I live on this farm, I make sure that the work I complete is high