The day I came to Job Corps was the greatest day of my life. I woke up at 6:00 am to finish packing my things. My nieces and sister woke up and they helped me get the rest of my things and so I could get to the bus station. I kissed my nieces good bye they were crying saying, “Titi, don’t leave!” I was sad to leave them but I had to. I went downstairs and called my best friend Norberto to help me with my stuff. When he came down the hill from his house, I was happy to see him but sad at the same time. This was my last time seeing him and I was glad to spend time with him. As we were walking to the bus station, Norberto bought me breakfast and gave me a pink a flower his mother made for me. As we waited for the bus, my other friends came to wish me a safe trip and good luck. The bus came and I was happy but sad at the same time because I was leaving my friends behind. I put my foot forward and realized that I was doing something they would make them proud of me. …show more content…
I gave the driver my one way ticket to Delaware Valley Job Corps. When the driver stopped, he dropped me off at Monticello bus station there I looked for a sign for Job Corps. I saw a lady with the sign, she introduced herself as Ms. Bulman. I walked to the bus that was waiting for me. There were 11 other people on the bus Ms. Bulman told me the two students in green shirts were Job Corps students and they were our ambassadors named Ernest and Asha. They told us it wasn’t so bad on
Job Corps helps youth and young adults ages 16 to 24 who meet certain low income requirements obtain the training they need to succeed as workers in the United States. To graduate from a Job Corps center, you must prove that you're capable of meeting specific career success standards designed to improve your employability, social skills and chances for success.
When I joined the United States Marine Corps, I knew it would change my life, but I never realized how great those changes would be. I was trained in public affairs as a print and broadcast journalist, and immediately stationed in Okinawa, Japan. Drastic life changes can take a toll both physically and emotionally over time, and it is always important to have a great personal support system to thrive through those times. My senior advisor at the time, Master Gunnery Sgt. (Master Guns) Charles Albrecht, turned out to be one of the best supporters I could ever ask for.
The air was warm, the beams of sunlight shined on my skin, and the sweet laughter of my daughter came as she ran about. I could hear the bark of the neighbor’s dog in the distance, the scraping sound of a jogger's sneakers on the gravel sidewalk and I could smell the sweet aroma of the ripening peaches coming from the tree in our backyard. It was a brilliant summer day just like any other. My husband, Matthew, pulled in. Our daughter ran to him as he walked up the drive, “Daddy, Daddy,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms around him, embracing him with love. My husband sat beside me and began to speak. My heart began to beat slowly and erratically at first, my eyes began to burn in their sockets and a lump rose in my throat. The hair on my arms stood on end as my eyes began to fill with tears. “I got orders babe, I’m going to be shipped out in eight days.” These words my husband spoke would be the begging of a whole new life, a whole new fear. This day my life changed forever. On this day I learned my husband was going to be deployed.
1. Introduction "Abundant Rewards." This is the title of an essay that was written by a Peace Corps volunteer, Laura Stedman, on her reflections of her work in Swaziland, serving as a science teacher. The essay discusses her students and what turned out to be her most important accomplishment, to give the children confidence in themselves.
Making the Corps As a Wall Street Journal Pentagon correspondent, Thomas E. Ricks is one of America’s elite military journalists. He has been nominated for a Pulitzer Prize and awarded a Society of Professional Journalists Award for his writings based on the Marines. Thomas E. Ricks lectures to military officers and was a member of Harvard University’s Senior Advisory Council on the project on U.S. Civil-Military Relations. As a Pentagon correspondent, he can access information where no other civilian can step foot—traveling with soldiers abroad, his eyes tell the tale of the life of a Marine. In December of 1992, U.S. troops landed in Somalia.
Selecting to do my service learning at Harvest Hope Food Bank was a very impactful experience. This was so, because of the fact that I have never volunteered at a food bank until now. The organization was able to connect me with the required skills I will practice throughout my career as a professional social worker, therefore better preparing me for assisting clients who may be dependent on my services.
I began by tutoring at the Boys and Girls Club (BGC) and eventually became a teacher at the boys and girls club. The focus of my continued volunteer work was to enrich the children’s after school experience whether they needed help with homework or busy work. During my volunteer work the issue that stuck out in my mid continuously was social class or classism. The BGC emphasizes many different issues and points such as “creating aspirations for the future,” “Helping youth become responsible, caring citizens and acquire skills for participating in the democratic process is the main thrust of these programs and also to develop leadership skills and provide opportunities for planning, decision-making.” BGC encourages kids to engage in healthy and positive behavior as well as to help the youth build and discover creativity in the arts “Club programs help develop fitness, a positive use of leisure time, reduction of stress, appreciation for the environment and social and interpersonal skills.” (bgca.org)
It was a cold, rainy day. I could see most of the kids at the bus stop had winter coats and hats. The clouds were particularly low in the sky. After evading the numerous puddles in the road, I reached the bus stop and walked up to a group of friends. A girl in my class spotted me and asked, "Are you going to the dance tomorrow?"
This amazing day started in a cold fall day. It was like any other boring day with my parents. They made me go to the mall, and I was in an antsy mood. Until, I saw this guy’s tall slim figure. Just by seeing the back of him and his majestic curls; he had my heart skipping beats, he was my Achilles ankle. Then I got the courage and went to approach him. He was my prince, and I knew
As I wrap up my Accounting program, I am starting to explore various options for what I want to do post-undergrad; I believe that the Peace Corps is an invaluable opportunity, and I am resubmitting my application because I am now able to leave earlier than previously thought.
My most memorable day was when I came to Job Corps, September 1, 2015. On my way to here I was scared and nervous. I was on the phone with my mom all the way here. I was asking her what if everybody was mean, what if I didn’t like the place. So many questions went through my head. I started crying.
Being a soldier was a really tough life. In the end I hated doing the same thing day after day with no change in sight, I despised the leaders that didn 't take care of their subordinates, and most importantly, I couldn 't lead my soldiers from the front anymore. I 'll be the first one to say that joining the army was the best thing to happen to me. I have grown so much as a person and the lessons I learned are invaluable. In the end I realized the negative factors outweighed any possible benefit I might receive from continued service. It was time for me to
Now we had to make the long trip back to Mrs. Tina’s house. It was such a long day, and we were extremely tired so we decided to skip dinner. We took showers, put on our pajamas, brushed are teeth, and went to bed. Over the next few days we went to the beach, had picnics in the park, went bike riding and skating, and took a trip to the mall. We had such a fun week, but now it was time to go home. So, we thanked Mrs. Tina and her family for being so generous and welcoming to us. We told them that they would have to come visit us so we could return their kindness they showed us. So, we gave them hugs and kisses and we headed back to Las Vegas.
"I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver."
While walking by the shore I was amazed by the soft smooth sand beneath my feet, it seemed like all the worries I had throughout the year were finally erased. There was a rock facing the ocean that it thought was really cool, so I decided to settle there for a moment to appreciate the view, I closed my eyes for a second letting myself comforted by the sounds of the ocean, the sounds the waves were making against the rocks was impressive. Spending a few more minutes on the rock I decided to go back. Tying to help my parents for making breakfast, they sent me and my brother to get bread, and a few croissants at the bakery. My brother was driving while I was still wondering the landscape, I thought it was interesting how this island contained a mix between mountains, and beaches. At the table, conversations were spontaneous and positives, I forgot how fun breakfast could be when spending with family. That day we had has a plan to go to the beach, my mom could guess what me and my father had in mind. It was scuba diving and hunting with harpoons, but before we had to first buy the necessary equipment, and study the fishes we could hunt, since some were protected, and review the fishes that were edible. Finally done with preparation we headed to the beach, me and my dad waited that day for so long, being a big fan of hunting, I was quite impressed by the number of variety the Mediterranean Sea could provide, also what really shocked