The second position I volunteered as is a caretaker. I would come into VIP to take care bunch of toddler or very young kids ranging from ages 3 months to 6 years of age. My duty considered of me watching the youngsters, like making sure they get along, changing diapers, and making sure they are safe. It wasn’t a hard job to do, because I have experiences with kids. I raised my sister when she was an infant. I learned to change diapers, and feed her, as well as bathe her. I am grateful for obtaining these skills, because I was able to utilize them on the real world. For example, kids, I need to be patience with them. Some children were insecure and didn’t want to leave their mother, so I would let the children cry until they feel better. I
Since I knew who I was volunteering with, I was able to enjoy volunteering with them. It also helped me become closer to some of the girls. I also love kids and teaching them new things. In addition, the topic I was teaching about also interests me so it was easy to teach them something I was very familiar with, I also gives a sense of achievement when I am able to successfully teach someone something that they can pass on to the next generation. I loved the feeling I got from volunteering.
In the beginning of my senior year I was eager to expand my understanding of how it would be to work in a hospital. An opportunity arose allowing me to volunteer in the hospital at the University of Chicago. I was able to volunteer at the children's playroom, which consisted of a weekly commitment. The daily tasks I had to perform where to enlighten the spirits of children and reduce the amount of anxiety that developed within them when they approached a hospital visit. I would play games, read books, or just company the patients at their bedside. I especially love to interact with the younger patients because their laughter and innocence warms my heart up.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
Ever since I was a young girl, my parents always told me to persevere and overcome any challenges given to me. When I was in my middle school, I played the violin in my school’s orchestra. I was not very skilled at playing the violin, but I was determined to be in one of the leading positions. I was in the back of the second string violinists for over half of the school year. I practiced two hours everyday to become better at playing the instrument. Eventually my efforts paid off, my teacher transitioned me to lead the second string violinists. This position is important because I am the one who have to lead the violinist in the back.
It all started with a fish, a chair, and a really bad smell of course I am getting ahead of myself and I wouldn’t want to puzzle you (or would I), you see maybe there is no actual fish, what if the chair just smelled really bad, Maybe someone was smelling bad and they sat on the chair and now the chair smells bad. What if there actually was a fish and that’s what smelt bad… so now I was looking around for the fish. I was thinking to myself “gone forever,” just then I felt something squishy in my coat pocket, and I said “Wow would you look at this!” and pulled out some moldy playdough. I think this will taste good so I took a few bites. A it tasted like play dough first I thought it tasted like something I have tasted before but the I felt
On a humid afternoon, I remember sitting on that old renovated school bus, wearing denim shorts and an old tee, completely soaked in mucky water from head to toe. When my mom told me about the weeklong adventure camp that was completely free for military dependent kids, I suppose I was unprepared for the level of adventuring in store. With her dad stationed in Alaska, my best friend Yarish also came with me to Clemson, South Carolina where it was held in July 2012.
Moving from one place to another can be sad like winter, but it can also be spring. During spring, new plants sprout, just like friends. I lived in Hawaii for 5 years, and when I moved to Carlsbad, my feelings were a tangled slinky. It was hard for me, but I knew that my family was enduring the same hardships as me. My dad was losing his favorite surf spots, my mom was having to leave her close friends, and so was my sister, Nami.
He held out an arm so he could help me up. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. The space was so small that when he pulled me up our faces were inches away from each other. He tried to lift his hand to touch my cheek but I quickly flinch backwards. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bag of sports equipment. I could see him smirk and narrow his eyes at me.
I had waited all day to talk to my mother, for it was my grandmother’s birthday and she had been busy all week with the party preparations. I finally manage to get her attention and break the news. At the time, I knew I was doing the right thing, I finally told her I was dropping out of school, hence, I received a job offer I couldn’t refuse. My plan was to work for two years, save enough money and finish school then. As I expected, my mom was speechless with her mouth and eyes wide open. My step dad just stood there scratching his head like trying to put some type of logic to my plan. The first thing that came out of my mother’s mouth was, “are you crazy”! The next thing she said was, “why are you rushing, you are making a big mistake
The darkness creeps through my curtains. Cool morning air laced with cinnamon and chocolate flow from the kitchen into my bedroom, and I can feel the seasons change as excitement for autumn wells inside me. The crisp morning mist coupled with the Ackee tree in my yard that sways in the tropical breeze wrap around me like a mother's hug, making me feel safe and loved. I love September, it's always been my favorite month.
I hid between my mother’s legs, timidly looking at the other kids. I let my big chocolate eyes take in the sight in front of me. Kids were running around while squealing in their childish voices. It was a blur of colors and sounds, as little kids around my age enjoyed their play time. They seemed to be wearing whatever they found comfortable, enjoying the freedom from wearing a boring uniform. The school itself was quite small compared to former primary school. My mom nudged me as my dad slowly introduced himself to my new teacher. She had rosy cheeks, blonde hair that reached her shoulders, Harry Potter style glasses resting on her nose, and a warm, welcoming smile. She introduced herself as Ms. Strehl and welcomed me into her class, B3.
I tilted my head up,my eyes turned wide. When I had looked up, I saw all these new faces and My brain was on overload. I suddenly see a face that I recognize. Our eyes locked immediately. Footsteps clack until they reach me. It's an old elementary friend. We walk around trying to figure out where our classes are. I found my first period. She wishes me luck and walked off. I walk in. I could hear my heart racing in my ear.....
The aromas of ink and paper filled my senses, I was printed on a square sheet of paper, other bills surrounded me. I suddenly had become aware that I had been created. I was filled with thoughts of being free and happy, but then I realized I couldn’t move or talk. I would forever be passed around, under the control of someone who didn’t know I had thoughts. I would never be able to have a word, give my opinion, I would only be able to exist. My thoughts were quickly put aside when I saw the blade coming down. It sliced through the sheet of paper I was connected to, I could feel the panic of the other bills. Then I felt the pain, the excruciating pain, I could feel the fibers in the paper being sliced. I was separated from my fellow brethren,
I saw my best friend Betsy walking cautiously over to me after school ended. We meet at the top of the big concrete stairs leading up to our basic New York private school. Betsy has her hands up by her mouth, probably biting her fingers, which I always tell her is gross and she's going to get sick. I start our conversation the same as it has been for the last month, "What time is your mom going to pick us up?"
When I was a kid, I absolutely loved Disneyland. It was one of my favorite places to go for vacation, during my childhood years. I enjoyed getting away and experiencing the different shows, rides, and other things, I couldn’t enjoy while being at home.