Every student dreams of going to college, but once you are enrolled it’s a challenge to achieve the goal of getting the degree. Weather it has been a friend, family member, or even a neighbor they have their ways of handling the conundrum. My friend Kevin, recently graduated this past year, started of in Middlesex for two years, and then he transferred to Rutgers to finish his career. He graduated from Rutgers and now is an accounting major. Kevin is amiable, hardworking, and deft. During his time at Middlesex and Rutgers, he had a job at Apple, went to the gym, participated in many fundraisers, and volunteer at hospitals. All these task that he did engendered an issue. The issue it created was that he had no time to do anything. He would …show more content…
He explained during the interview that “[he] would get out of school at 1 and head towards the hospital to help out there and would leave at 4 so [he] could enter at 4:30 at Apple to get out at 11 pm” he would have to go to one place to another starting from school to the hospital and ending his day at Apple. He would do this Monday through Thursday, having no time to do any his work until Friday. On Friday he would do all his school from the whole week. Doing his homework on Friday made all the work from week accumulate, however something he was good at was taking the right notes and gathering the main ideas and keep points. Although he might have been good at the note taking it was still difficult for him to pass his classes due to the fact that he did not have any time to study for his exams. He did this for a month or so, during that period his grade fell. On October 2nd , he receive a letter from Middlesex saying he was in danger of not passing. When he got this letter he stated, “my heart drop and tears rolled down my face” being flabbergasted by the news he knew it was time for him to make amends in his lifestyle. That same day he went to work and sat down with his boss and told him what was going on. Showing him note he received from the school, the boss comprehended and allow him to have work only three days a week. With being overwhelm the first month Kevin had to manage his
Religion has always been confusing for me when regarding myself and my family. Everyone around me had their own or didn’t have one at all. My grandparents were catholic and taught their six kids in a catholic mindset. All my aunts and uncles got baptized, went to church every Sunday, and read the bible. Once they got older they stopped going though. I don’t think any of them even stills believes in god anymore. Then there’s my sister, Julie, who was raised catholic in her younger years. Her grandparents would take her to church and Sunday school and even wanted to get her baptized as a baby. My mom said no though so she wasn’t. When Julie was in Elementary School her grandmother sent her to a religious camp. I didn’t have to go though because
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
Do you have a interesting story about something that has happened to you? Well, I sure have one. This event may be enjoyable for you, but it definitely was not for me! This event is the most scary thing that has happened to me. I never thought this scary incident would give me a good lesson.
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
Imagine being in a car ride to Sea World 2 hours long and so excited to go on the roller coasters and look at amazing animals . Wait, I don't want to spoil it so let's get into my amazing experience.
I was twelve years old when I was hit with devastating news. My dad called me at a peculiar time while I was at the mall. He informed me that my grandpa had died of a heart-attack; the news was devastating.
Two years ago in the summer time I went to visit my family in Romania after not seeing them for about three years. My whole entire family from both of my parents live in Romania so the summer is the only time we get a chance to see them. Two years ago I was not really aware of how grateful and lucky I am that I can go visit my family because some families do not have the chance to go because airplane tickets cost so much money.
At the time I was a teenager, kicking my way through autumn leaves on my way home from school, when I suddenly discovered someone in front of me, directly in front of my path. Shocked, I looked down. A patch of brown, scaly skin could be seen from under the muggy, dense leaves. I could feel blood rush to my head, and I jumped! I stepped away in horror, my mind racing for the right way to handle this situation, that seemed to be otherworldly….so I ran.
It is something about the holiday season that I start to reminisce back to my childhood. Most likely because of all the many festivities, I was forced to go to as a kid. I hated attending these gatherings. As a child, you could describe me best as a “home body”. At every Thanksgiving I sat in the back corner of my Aunt Tammy’s house and watched as my cousins played and the adults spoke about their past and present lives. Now that I look back, I wish I would have made the most out of these moments, but all I could do is impatiently waiting to indulge in all the delicious holiday food.
It was my boyfriends 21st birthday and I knew that I had to come up with some sort of an amazing gift. Ideas started to rumble through my head and I found myself screaming, HE HAS EVERYTHING. I mean c’mon’ the kid literally does. You could take him to the mall and point something out, “Have that”, “Got it”, “My mom just got that for me last week”. I was exhausted due to the fact that my brain had been racing for weeks on end and I could not think of a single thing he didn’t already have.
School (ugh) I have been through a lot of it and I still have more to go (ugh). I started school when I turned 2 almost 3 years old. My first year at school was at my church, the program was called “moms and tots” the year after we tried to do “moms and tots” and a preschool called “teddy bears” at the Central High school but doing both did not really work so we just stuck with “teddy bears” for a school year. Like a regular school year, starts in the fall ends in the spring. The year after I attended VPK for another school year at my elementary school called Chocachatti. I continued through Chocachatti till the very end.
I went to private school until high school and thus wouldn’t really know anyone. My one close friend who I entered public school with currently stands at 5’1”. There were stares but not as many as I expected. I attend a nationally recognized all-girls school and there are girls here who do play sports and are well over 6 feet fall. Being this tall wasn’t really a big deal Without the constant negative attention, I was able to be myself in all my funny, goofy, caring glory. The friendships I gained helped boost my confidence. I began seeing my height as an advantage. When I stand up and talk, people listen and they remember me. It took others to point out the positives and help me to feel better about myself. Kayla is a pretty common name. There is actually a girl in my graduating class with the exact same first and last name as I have. I am Kayla, you know “tall, funny, nice Kayla.” All of those comments that plagued me for years now became compliments and I became
It was a gloomy saturday afternoon an ash colored cloud covering every inch of the sky. My mom Tiffany, her boyfriend Kelly, and I all sat around the old wooden oval dining table. I was not thrilled to be sitting there thinking back on all of the other family memories that had been made with my dad and brother. My mom was saying something, but I wasn’t listening. It was like I was underwater my vision was a blurred around me, and everything was inaudible through my ears. Just seconds ago I had received possibly the most life changing news in my teenage years.