Bueller… Bueller… Bueller... Unfortunately, this is a voice heard by many, if not all, students at some point in their high school career. It is heard so often by these innocent creatures, some develop a habit of incorporating this bland, monotonous “voice” into their everyday presentation to their peers, and even in their papers. Despite having experienced this dilemma on several occasions in my high school career, I have yet to develop the contagious monotonous voice, which proves one of my many writing strengths. If selected as a representative of St. Charles East’s Fighting Saints Chapter, I would share this writing strength with others through providing help to those in need of a peer editor. If I were a Freshman anxiously walking out of her English 9 Honors class with the rubric of the Of Mice & Men essay in one hand and the rough draft of the actual essay in the other, who would I, a desperate, lost, and helpless …show more content…
In the past, I have partaken in several service hours dedicated to caring for kittens in the Anderson Animal Shelter, and I have also helped the librarians at the St. Charles Public Library as part of their teen volunteer program. With these two experiences, I have gained the patience needed to help peers, such as the previously mentioned situational Freshman, who are lost in their endeavours. However, these skills are not only to be applied during school hours: after school, I act as the role of the magically mechanical superheroine who revises her friends’ and siblings’ essays into the wee hours of the following morning. Though it seems as if this were torture, I, like almost all superheroes and heroines, admire helping others; if the favor will benefit the other party in learning about which rhetorical devices would fit when attempting to emphasize pathos, or reviewing the long-lost knowledge of a synopsis versus a retelling of a book, I would gladly shorten my
Writing with Readings and Handbook. 3rd ed. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2013. 52-57. Print.
During the transition from a high school writer to a collegiate writer, my strength at understanding the basic principles of good writing has remained consistent. I grasp the ...
The odd thing about a lisp is that the speaker does not hear it himself. To him, his speech is just as normal as everyone else. It wasn’t until friends started comparing my speech to cartoon characters such as Sid the Sloth and Daffy Duck that I began to realize that I sounded different than everyone else. In a strange way, knowing that I had a lisp taught me a sense of determination that I feel one only learns when he knows he is facing adversity every time he opens his mouth to speak. Throughout high school, it was my mission not to let my lisp define me. Whether it was with a rapidly beating heart or a cold sweat trickling down my spine, I was determined not to shy away from public speaking or the often daunting task of speaking to anyone who was not a close friend. I was resolved though not to limit myself by the lack of self-confidence that my lisp instilled upon
The third part of the book’s purpose is that by attaining the first two, “it would encourage more enjoyable and articulate communication between the two [Professor and pupil]” (pg. X). To do so, Corrigan endeavors to excite readers with the possibilities that lay in writing: sharing experiences, analyzing themes and imagery, and simply writing about the most popular and entertaining medium around.
There remains this experience in my mind that I need to write about that actually inspired me in countless behaviors in reference to service and self. I consider relationships concerning those in the helping field and those obtaining aid stands as particularly vital; hence, I believe I must direct focus on this concept. I resolved to enter this discipline because I wanted to give back to those in the community in need. One day I was speaking with a counselor at Centaur who happened to tell me about the significance of connecting to clients, and she expressed to me that I should pay homage to those who accept the “gift” of service because without them, we would not possess the zeal to accomplish authentic behaviors approaching community service. I realized these were true words of wisdom because when I thought about it, I realized my actions were not just about those that I helped but how I helped myself. Thus, in my opinion, these connections were essentially interactions that were in effect a “gift” that could be passed on. I am not just here to help and individual, I am here to create notable connections that would present the motivation to others to also aid those in need and bolster the
Well, it’s ninth grade and I’m sitting in English Class, a little bored and a little puzzled by the constant emission of rhetorical interpretations, each slightly different in their own way, but all the same nonetheless. At this point, my teacher is calling on the students who haven’t raised their hands to offer their two cents on…something we had been reading. Frankly, they’re just phoning it in. I look to the clock and, wow, we still have another forty-two minutes left. So naturally, I zone out, lost in a trance, achingly trying to stay awake. English is not really my favorite subject, so I don’t really participate in our discussions that much.
As the semester finally approaches the finish line, I revisit my past work to compare and contrast how this class has developed me into a successful writer at the college level. Throughout the year my writing style has developed and become broader as I have learned how to incorporate more of my personal views as well as reliable, unbiased information. This portfolio is a representation of how many things I have learned along the way while being an English 102 student.
“The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something.”(Barack Obama). Beginning in the ninth grade, my mother decided that it was time for me to start giving back to the community that has raised me, and despite my initial reluctance, I have enjoyed and prospered through every minute of it. In the past nine weeks, I have served the Catholic Church of Preston County the Kingwood Volunteer Fire Department. Through these experiences, I have served Saint Sebastian’s Catholic Church and helped others connect with their faith, brought light into people’s morning with good conversation and compassion, and helped the KVFD raise the much needed funds required to save lives.
I was fortunate enough to have spent my last two summers as a high school student actively engaged in numerous ways. Two summer ago, I decided to be a counselor of a wonderful enrichment program called Camp Invention, a renowned science camp for young children to explore and invent creatively. During this 40 hour volunteer service, I learned how to handle children with both care and responsibility in a subject I am greatly passionate about. In addition, I also was responsible for my employment as a cook at Hwy 55. During the most recent summer, I attended the NC Governor’s School for Natural Science, a six week residential program that focuses on integrating academic disciplines with the world around us. This was an enlightening experience,
Carpe Diem! An English professor begins his senior student’s last year of high school english with this simple phrase. In most cases a brand new professor’s views on life would affect a group of arrogant and emotional teenagers, but John Keating had a certain charisma that convinces them to listen. Through months of life lessons and unconventional classwork, Mr.Keating manages to give some, such as Neil Perry, Charlie Dalton, and Todd Anderson, a whole new perspective on the world around them. Others, like Richard Cameron, do not heed his advice and continue life without his wisdom. Mr.Keating gave his class a bone full of knowledge, and only a few chose to suck it out.
Besides my warm and nurturing personality, one major strength I bring to the helping situation is my background knowledge from prior experiences related to helping. Since my freshman year at the University of Maryland, I have continuously volunteered at the Help Center. The crisis hotline provides emotional and social support for individuals in vulnerable and difficult situations. I am familiar with how to use some of the concepts utilized in helping situations such as reflections and restatements. I have also served on the Student Counselor Advisory Board. I advertised and educated students of the University of Maryland on the Counseling Center ‘s services on campus
Success might be the best accolade for every student who works hard in school, but success is not attainable without people assisting you. Every person needs help at least once in their life and also at least once in their life they’d venture help from someone. After surpassing college, I will consider exerting community services while I’m waiting to be accepted for a job. I believe that my community assist me well enough to exceed college and I perceive that it is time for me to return the favor by just doing this simple duty.
In the conclusion of my last fifteen hours of my senior project, I volunteered at Suncrest Assisted Living. The objective of my overall project was to volunteer around the facility and to help out with two events that I would help plan. Unfortunately, I was not able to finish the second event due to my mentor leaving the facility to work somewhere else. Even with losing the the second event, I was able to finish my hours helping around the facility and learn many life lessons along the way.
School had just started; it was the fall of my sophomore year. I was excited about having new teachers and being able to boss around those little freshmen since I had finally lost that ridiculous title of “freshy.” Although one class did turn all that excitement right into knots in my stomach, it was English 10. Ugh I hated English, partially because I could never remember all those rules of writing, which I had just thought of as “dumb.” I figured, “Why would I ever need to know all them? Computers will be able to fix all my mistakes for me!” As I would soon find out, boy was I ever wrong. Surprisingly, class was going good; our teacher Mr. Mieckowski seemed to be a little weird and quite boring at times but all in all not too bad I mean who isn’t boring occasionally? He had a shiny head with very little hair and never wore long sleeves to class. He was also quite tall and skinny, so everyone had his or her own conclusion about Mr. Mieckowski’s personal life. A lot of the time this ended up being the topic of conversation for his students, along with his hatred towards icicle lights, white reindeer, and especially technology; the thing I loved most.
Instead of learning about volunteering from an indoor setting, I was able to first-hand experience volunteerism. I truly enjoyed being able to help my community while also earning credits by doing so. It was a win-win! If I had the opportunity, I would definitely take a class similar to this one. I will be transferring to the University of Kentucky and I am hoping that they will have some clubs/organizations that specialize in volunteering so that I can continue to help with the community. You will encounter some rough patches while volunteering, but that should never discourage you from continuing on. I know that at first while volunteering at MCHS, it was pretty strenuous. I hadn’t worked with any other animals other than my own and I had never volunteered at an animal shelter before, but everything ended up working out. I learned so much more about working with animals, gained people skills while working with other volunteers/adopters, and became more aware of my community’s needs. I will continue to volunteer and encourage others to do the