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As I was deciding how I should respond to the prompt I thought of several possibilities. I chose this particular experience because it is fresh on my heart and even though it is a fairly recent experience, it has really made a huge impact on my life and opened my eyes to the world around me. I have been a part of the Tupelo High School Madrigals and Vocal Jazz Choirs for all four years of high school. During this time I have played a large role in the group as a section leader, tempo counter, pitch giver, substitute teacher, soloist, and other things. I have always been a leader and in the spotlight and my opinion holds weight. Throughout the years of being in MadJazz I have seen the type of family dynamic that there is and how it is a safe
This experience confirmed in my heart that I was placed on this earth to help others. I want to work in a field where I can counsel, be a role model, and provide clinical help to those who want to turn their lives around. I want to make a difference. I know why God allowed me to face all I did growing up, so I could have compassion, not only compassion, but understanding, relate-ability. Be the person you needed when you were
...join so long ago I never really knew I 'd end up here doing what I do. It seems like the common theme for me is seeing something and saying “I can 't do that” then pursuing it until I can. One of my fondest memories is watching someone at the percussion concert play a marimba solo when I was in sixth grade and just looking over at Justin molder and laughing saying “wow I can 't do that” now I do that all the time. I didn 't think I could ever be the leader of a group like this it seemed like too much for me, but now after watching and being in this program and seeing where it could go and what I can do, I want to help take it there. I feel great about next year no matter what happens but I 'm ready to step up, I 'm ready take on whatever I have to to make this year the best year yet. Not just for me but for us all every last one of us in this great family I call home.
When someone tells you they have experienced something "life changing" what lingers through your mind? Mine is November 10, 2010 12:04pm; This was the first 24 hour period when my mother’s ability to act single-handedly on her health became theoretical; Failing to recall whether she took her pills in the morning was no longer acceptable. My mother had undergone a surgery due to various cancerous cells that grew in both her thyroids. Having removed the right and left side, doctors informed her after this procedure she must consume two white pills everyday, for the rest of her life. The purpose of these pills
Keeping yourself open to growth throughout life opens opportunities and leadership positions, which you wouldn’t have know about otherwise. I have joined many clubs throughout my first two years at Saint Xavier and loved them all. I have joined marine biology club, ski club, and fishing club. I have also joined the community service program special olympics. For my first action step, I will get involved in more clubs, electives, and community services options. I plan on joining the engineering club and looking at many other options at the club fair, as well as returning to my old clubs too. I’m also going to look for new and interesting electives such at anatomy and finance, to narrow down my major for college As I become a junior next year, I look forward to joining the big buddies program and eventually achieving a leadership role within in it. Next year, I will use my classes to break out of my comfort zone to meet new students and teachers. In doing all of this, I hope to find more friends that I can hang out with, so I’m not with the same group everyday.
Former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright once said, “As a leader, you have to have the ability to assimilate new information and understand that there might be a different view.” The statement seems simple enough, but in order to fully appreciate it, an understanding of a fairly uncommon word is required. This word is assimilation. Though at first glance assimilation doesn’t appear to be too daunting a term, its diverse definitions play a significant role in more domains than many would initially anticipate.
Walking into this class this year I was so small minded in the art of writing. Thinking that I already knew everything about it, I soon realized that creative writing wasn’t a joke. To me writing was putting pencil to a paper and making the words go to together, but Mr. Sullivan showed us that there is much more to writing than just a piece of wood and a piece of paper. He showed us that there are five steps to a perfect story.
As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
For the first several years of my life, I was just like any other child; I achieved all the typical developmental milestones, cultivated new interests, made friends, and began to familiarize myself with the world around me. By the time I started elementary school, I was already enrolled in theater classes, ballet lessons, and a youth soccer league. It was also during these tender years that I began to develop an interest in learning, beyond that of most other children my age.
I had a very strong interest in what the future held for women in science, because I wanted women to be able to make multiple accomplishments like men did in the science category. Throughout the time of being alive I made a speech about how I wanted women to make a great impact with being in science for the future. I can only image what the future is like now for women, I suspect that women have many more jobs in multiple categories than before. However I do know that some of the friends I had were also making an impact on the world already, changing it and showing how it can be different. An tremendous amount of citizens probably would have disagreed with all the things that women wanted to have changed or do. Honestly I do hope that women
On Sunday, February 18th, I spent 8 hours without technology. To keep myself from reaching for my phone and wasting my time on various apps, I put my phone in a charger station near my kitchen. I noticed that I had a lot more free time to do chores and homework. Without having my phone on me at all times, I found myself observing my surroundings and being a lot more productive. My schedule on Sunday consisted of going to church, cleaning my room and bathroom, taking my dog to the dog park, finishing all my homework and catching up in school, going to skating practice for an hour and a half and volunteering to help make props for the ice show, baking snickerdoodles, relaxing by reading a few chapters in my book, and going sledding/snow tubing. At the
I never thought I would make it this far. Going into high school I remember thinking to myself that this would it be it, post secondary was never in the picture. December 2011, the consequences of a car accident had changed my perspective of everything around me, it was not until soon after that I’ve recognized the value of education. Despite so, the symptoms of a brain injury had held me back, as my emotions also stood in the way. Every day I had thought of giving up, I had failed at doing the simplest tasks. Struggling to adapt to new habits and taking on different approaches, the hardest part was managing chronic headaches. Later I realized how much I took for granted in the past and was determined to prove myself wrong; I will succeed.
This last year has been a roller coaster, in a year I’ve learned more about myself then I have all my life. I’ve grown up and learned that nothing is just handed to you everything takes at least a little effort and it’s all about how much you're willing to give. Looking back at the beginning of this year I remember looking at my schedule for the first time and thinking about everything I had to accomplish and honestly sadly I can’t say I did my best in everything. I went through a really rough patch when i was diagnosed with severe depression and it set me way far back and i didn’t exactly give it my all in getting back up there in school.
When I was younger, I firmly believe that if someone was smiling they were happy. At this time I was around the age six. I held this belief because I was always around people who seemed happy. There was always laughter, smiles, and hugs. T.V. shows that I watch were filled with smiling faces and laughing groups of people joking around with each other. The people in my life were always so positive around me. But as I got older I grew a better understanding of what was going on.
It is exactly seven in the morning. My alarm erupts with a harsh blast, and I am roughly dragged from the world of dreams to drudge once more through the world of the living. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and contemplate for a moment escaping back into the world of sleep – how sweet would it be to fall back on the bed, close my eyes, and drift once more through my dreams. Perhaps if I were more alert, I could have dramatized the situation, “To sleep, perchance to dream”. But frankly, I'm not awake enough to quote anyone (with perhaps the exception of Shel Silverstein), only awake enough to stumble headlong into the shower with the deepest hope that I can, with hot water, rectify my current state. I can't. The water is not arousing but soothing, relaxing my muscles and lulling me back into my quiet place of reprieve. I am a poltergeist, raised forcibly from my sleep by some ungodly force, and ready to do battle with the world
When I was a boy, I was always happy and was a bright student. I was always eager to learn something new and I always gave my best effort at whatever I did, all the while helping my peers to learn in a fun and creative way. One summer during elementary school, my parents sat me down on my living room couch and delivered the worst news a little boy could hear: my best friend had drowned at a birthday party that I was getting ready to go to. I was different from that point on, seemingly forever. I became unhappy, yet I was still a bright kid, but I lost my ability to self-motivate. My parents tried to help me as best they could, which led to them sheltering me throughout high school. I felt suffocated by their actions, even though they had my best interests in mind.