One day while at the mall with my grandmother, we walk by many people trying to sell their products in the center. Food, makeup, skin products, toys, clothes, shoes, you name it and they are probably putting it into your face trying to convince you to buy it. We continue walking and come along a man talking with a group of teenagers gathered around. My grandmother and I stop to listen. We soon realize this man works with the Tennessee Electric Cooperative Association who helps with the Washington Youth Tour. I was very interested in what he had to say.
He says that high school juniors are only eligible to go on the trip. He said it was all costs free. This trip sounded like the dream of a lifetime. I had never been out of the state of Tennessee,
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Writing papers for school always stressed me out, but this time I was determined to keep calm and write well. My grandmother, along with my mom, worked with me to figure out what I should base my short story around and what facts I should include. I worked day and night, trying super hard on my short story, finding out several interesting facts about cooperatives.
I found out things about cooperatives I would have never known until writing this short story. On May 18, 1933, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the Tennessee Valley Authority Act with created a federal agency to provide river navigation, flood control, electric generation, fertilizer manufacturing, and economic development in the Tennessee Valley. On May 11, 1935, President Roosevelt created the Rural Electrification Administration, which made federal funds available to provide rural electric service. Existing power companies expressed little interest, so the leaders of farm organizations proposed the formation of nonprofit electric cooperatives. During 1935-1948, Tennesseans formed 23 electric cooperatives to bring electricity to rural areas. Electric cooperatives also improve communities by helping with jobs and
Lincoln Electric Company has a very distinguished culture, after my readings over the case study it is clear that the strong culture they have prominently reflects their success.
The Lincoln Electric Company corporate culture today is an extension of that which the founder John C. Lincoln and his younger brother James F. Lincoln instituted over a century ago. The company today remains a profitable, growing and admired organization. Its culture has been analyzed and utilized as an example in business education for many years. The success of the company can be attributed to: the efficiency their corporate philosophy and culture has instilled in their employees; meeting the needs of the customers; and lastly rewarding the shareholders. The gist of their corporate mindset is summed up by the past President, Mr. Willis “Lincoln Electric differs from most other companies in the importance it assigns to each of the groups it serves. (He) identifies these groups, in the order of priority as (1) customers, (2) employees, and (3) stockholders”(Sharplin, Arthur, 1989) According to Carpenter, Taylor, and Erdogan (2009), “When entrepreneurs establish their own businesses, the way they want to do business determines the organization’s rules, the structure set up in the company, and the people they hire to work with them.” James F. Lincoln was strongly influenced by religious teachings which he incorporated into his business ethics. According to Lincoln:
Finding and hiring an electrician to do or fix the electrical wiring in your home is not as simple as flipping through the phone book. Many times, homeowners rush into hiring an electrician without doing any background check. They want to get started as soon as possible, and in the process they end up wasting money on an electrician who do shoddy work or charge way too much. If you want an electrician who is good and dependable, not to mention charge a competitive price, you will need to spend some time doing your research. So how exactly do you pick the right electrician? Below are some things you can keep in mind when you are looking for a good electrician.
The hours I put in at the food pantry had a greater affect on me than the thrift shop. On October 16, 1999 another classmate and I were brought to the food pantry in the middle of a poor section of Lawrence. We were brought inside and I was instructed to serve salad, bread, and pickles. My heart really went out to the unfortunate people when they started coming up to me. I felt extremely bad for them. There were people of all ages. Parents with their children, wearing dirt stained clothing filled with holes that did not even fit them. A good amount of the people I had to deal with were Hispanic and very few of them were able to speak English. It was very difficult to communicate with them. The little faces of the innocent children made me really feel for them. I knew these children had insecure families and were looked at as though they were fortunate to be getting food. These young kids seemed to be very appreciative that they were able to get some food in their starving bellies.
My name is Isabella DeCarlo and I am in your 8th period English class. English has always been the class I am most excited for because I have always hoped that someday I would learn to enjoy writing so that I would be able to write like Raquel Jaramillo, who wrote “Wonder”. The idea of writing is brilliant, authors are able to create fantastic world’s and distinct characters. However, The idea of writing and actually writing are very different. I shut down so many ideas that none can ever reach my paper because I always feel that my ideas arent good enough. In the past I sat in front of à computer screen or blank piece of paper waiting for many minutes for an idea that was less laughable than the last.
In the past three months I feel like I have accomplished a great deal. As the semester comes to an end I find myself reflecting not only how I have survived the first semester but also what I have learned. The most important thing I have learned so far is how to become a better writer. I did not think it could really happen to me. I did not think I could handle all the work. I did not think I could actually become a better writer. Some how after all the hours of writing, and putting effort into the papers that I wrote this semester, I became a better writer. I did this because I concentrated on two very important areas, with the attitude of, if I could just become better in those then I would become a better writer. With help from an awesome teacher and a reliable tutor I have become a better writer by improving my skills in the areas of procrastination and content.
Throughout this semester I have learned many ways of writing through two main essays literacy narrative and comparison and contrast. These two essays have taught me how to correctly fix my comma splices, thesis statements, and capitalization. I have engaged in numerous learning material during this summer class. Many times when I thought it would be hard to work on those three developments I never gave up. I gain more positive feedback from my teacher because he pointed out most of my mistakes I made on both literacy narrative and comparison and contrast essays to help me understand what is it that I need to work on. My development as a writer became stronger.
Here is your chance to work for a financial services company dedicated to rural America that offers a fast-paced challenging environment with the benefits of a collaborative team! Since its formation in 1969, National Rural Utilities Cooperative Finance Corporation (or CFC) of Dulles, Virginia has provided loan and investment solutions to rural electric cooperative utilities and their affiliates throughout the United States.
I am the type of person who likes to get involved within my community. I engaged myself into this particular program where we mentor young woman and sometimes young men on empowering their youth on making change in their community for the better. Twice out the year we go out and feed the homeless and spread wisdom among them. Every day I would give a homeless person money or change I may have. I came across the gentlemen one day, who told me how I would give him money and a reason to live. He also told me how I would tell him to keep his head up, things will get better. As of today he has his own car, home and a nice paying job. He told me even though he liked Spiderman, I was his superhero. Growing up, how I did makes me realize I could have
Writing has been my most challenging requirement through school. I am not a very experienced writer. I was not required to write much in high school until my last semester. My last semester in high school, about a year and half ago, I took GENR-091 which is the last time I have written a paper longer than one page. That was my most recent writing class; I am rusty to say the least.
My mother was always an excellent writer and whenever I had a paper she was the first to help. We would do our research together and write out two or three drafts before I reached my final product. Throughout elementary and middle school, I wrote display worthy papers that always had my English teachers appalled by how well written they were. I had clever puns and adult like comparisons. She taught me a way of writing that helped me become the writer I am today.
Over the past semester, I have found the most challenging part of this course to simply be the transition from high school composition classes to college. Because writing expectations are so different in college than in high school, even with AP and Dual Enrollment “college level” classes, I first found myself being overwhelmed with the pressure to write the perfect first draft. The pressure came from knowing how much a final draft of a paper contributed to my grade. This left me sitting in front of my computer for hours at a time with thoughts of what I wanted to say racing through my head, but unable to deliver these thoughts into organized, structured sentences. I learned, through writing my persuasive essay, that instead of trying to write the paper start to finish and already in its perfect form, it is easier for me to look at the paper through its different components and focus on them individually, then work to best organize my ideas fluently.
I assisted teachers, spoke to the kids as well aided the janitorial crew. However, there was this young kid, who was always picked on and made fun of. His mother had died when he was at a young age, and his dad is always working to support the rest of his family. He didn’t have much luxury as other kids in the already poor area. I talked to him and he opened up to me. He told me about his feelings and family and everything that he has been through. I showed empathy and put myself in his shoes. He told me that I was one of the first people that had actually tried understanding and caring about what has happened in his life. After we had talked, it seemed like he was feeling better and happier. I felt truly humble after doing this because I realized that several people experience problems and issues in their lives. Various people aren’t as fortunate as I am, however, giving back and helping them, allowed me to understand, and encouraged me to create a
My earliest memories about writing was 4th grade, it was the first year of me not being in a bilingual classroom environment. Ever since then I remember having difficulty in writing assignments. If I recall correctly, every 2 weeks we were to write an essay and 3 students would go to the front of the classroom and read their stories. At first my classmates would volunteer, however, towards the end of the year the teacher caught on that it
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.