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this semester i wanted to gain knowledge about who i am as a person and what i wanted to be when i am older.i started this semester by thinking about what i love to do most, or in this case what i thought i would enjoy to spend time doing and learn more about it. I was thinking about possibly interning for lockheed martin but i wasn't 18 at the beginning of the semester so i couldn't do that. i had also thought about possibly doing something with ceramics, but didn't have a place to do it; or any idea what what i wanted to do with that. So i decided to try doing the baking and pastry arts. i thought to myself that, well i've always love to bake, and maybe i could possibly apply my ceramics skills to the cake making process. I had tried emailing many different companies to see if i could possibly intern with them, with no luck. instead i ended up with an angry letter from a bakery, and a bunch of “we already have an intern, im sorry.” But i wasn't going to let that deter me from what i had finally set my mind to do. so i talked with mr.. handy and we discussed online classes. I ended up taking the online courses on mondays, taking notes and learning alot. on tuesdays i decided i would gather materials and start the baking process of what i had learned the day before on monday. On wednesdays i decided i wanted to do my volunteering. i wasn't so sure where i wanted to do my service hours, but i knew i wanted to try something new and not as far away like the same cafe. my friend megan boyles said she was doing her service hours at buffalo ridge elementary and gave me the information to also get started there. I got all set up, and started to work with the kindergartners, third graders, and the ssn children (special...
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... school learn and get a better understanding of their material. at care haven retreat, i gave my compassion by spending time with the quadriplegics and making them smile every time i showed up to help. This SErvice learning has shown me that, compassion and kindness are needed in the world.. Without it, we are just a bunch of people interacting without the love for one another. I have learned to remember that kindness that is needed in every act i do.
My research for this roject was my online classes that i took part in. they contributed to my research by giving me something to try and do each week and duplicate. My research progressed as i got better at making cakes. my first class was how to mold a ckae and bake it, and my last video will be how to do a wedding cake or how to polish a perfect cake to sell. this cake willl then be used for my final project.
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