Personal History: I was born and raised here in this beautiful state of Idaho. While growing up I was fortunate enough to have played many different sports. The sports I participated in were flag-football, tennis, soccer and eventually martial arts. I wanted to take a break from sports for one year and join a group whose objective it was to serve and help the community. The Gem State Young Marines were doing just that, offering volunteer’s to those of the community who needed help. I was only a member for one year but, over the course of that year, I had completed more than two hundred and fifty hours of volunteer time. In by doing so, at that time president Barack Obama had awarded me the Gold President’s Volunteer Service Award. Serving my
“I brought you guys here for better”. These are the words my mother told me many times as a boy and again not long ago. My mother has always pushed me in my education, and I finally realized that my junior year of high school. My grades in everything were outstanding this year, but I was still missing out on something. I was still not very involved in school. One day an individual from the American Legion came to our school to talk to all the juniors. He told us about an event that happens every year and in every state. It was a prestigious event to be accepted to. Having no real involvement in anything, I did not think for a second that I would be accepted, but, regardless, I applied, and two months later I received a call from that same man who told me I had been accepted. I was a big reluctant and indecisive about going because, aside from the fun and games, there was government learning and marching involved. I decided to go, and will never regret that decision. The experience there changed my views in so many ways. I met so many new people, greatly strengthened my skills in leadership, and I realized I had the potential to not only dream about my goals, but to live them as well.
Meeting these heroes is what motivated me to apply. These brave warriors offered the ultimate sacrifice for their country. They became the best of the best. They became my role models and my idols. As I held my saber high above their heads, I realized what I wanted to do with my life; I want to be an aid to those in need while being the best I can be. I don’t want to be a hero. I just want to help find justice and peace in this world. I realized that day that the best way to do this would be to join the military. My original plan was to enlist, but I also want to go to college and continue to learn and better myself. Therefore, I made the biggest decision of my life. I decided to apply to the United States Military Academy. I decided to apply to stand side by side with some of the smartest, bravest, and toughest heroes America has to offer. The graduates of the United States Military are considered the best of the best which is what I wish to
My Air Force story begins with me searching for a viable way to pay for college. I was brought up in a home with two hard working parents who were great role models that tried to provide every opportunity for me. However, my family was part of the lower-middle class which meant I needed a way to pay for college. I followed suit with my parent’s stringent work ethic and set a goal to pursue a degree in aerospace engineering and have the Air Force fund it. I felt that the Air Force would be a great match as it would allow me to pursue my aviation dream and also serve as a great way to fund my education due to my financial needs. After a challenging process I received an Air Force ROTC scholarship to attend the Georgia Institute of Technology and pursue a degree in Aerospace Engineering. In return for this scholarship I would have to pay the Air Force back with four years of service.
“ this isn’t your fucking place . ” THEY’RE TWO TEAKETTLES : matt’s already reaching the boiling point while frank’s heat has only just begun to rise . no matter what they’re both boiling throwing off waves of DISCONTENT . they always end up here , always meet at a head . it’s getting old . IT’S GETTING PATHETIC . “ well , RED , guess you’re gonna be chasin’ me down until you’re in your grave , yeah ? ” he rises from his hunched position , swallowing pain down like a pill . ( USE THAT PAIN ) . first steps are wobbly , but the man collects himself and returns to a solid form . he isn’t giving into matt’s endeavor . he never will . “ YOU GONNA TAKE ME DOWN , RED ? you gonna show me what the devil looks like when he’s really trying , yeah ? COME ON , save your goddamn breath . ”
One of the main concepts that we discussed this semester was the concept of life chances. Life chances refers to the likelihood that a person will do well in life. Many different factors affect a person’s life chances, either in a good way or a bad way. When thinking about how good or bad a person’s life chances are, it’s helpful to start by examining his or her social background. A social background refers to how a person was raised, the type of social environment the person was raised in, the person’s race, class, and gender, and other circumstances similar to these.
I had to go back to my country and come back to campus really feel the change I went through during the first year in college. I had to observe and interact with the first years to perceive the similarities between them and my old self, to see how I have changed and the extent to which humans are all alike. We might face the same struggles, but the ways we deal with them vary from person to person. I will try to tell my version of growing up in Lafayette.
I was born and raised in Tallahassee, Florida. My mother was born in Taiwan and moved to the United States to continue her education when she was in her mid- twenties. My father is from Fort Walton Beach, Florida. My parents have different cultures, and as a result they have completely different backgrounds. When I was growing up, I had a hard time reconciling these different cultures. It was difficult for me and my sister to know what to do in many social situations because our primary schema (our parents) would act completely different in similar social situations. When I would ask my parents for advice, they would give me contrasting suggestions. As I grew older, I started to realize that both my parents were right, even if they acted like opposites.
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
When it comes to telling stories there are many tactics, one of the most common yet effective tactics is using an emotional event or personal story. A personal story has to have many elements in order to be effective and gripping. A personal story should have imagery as though you are there, every little detail of the event, names, dates, setting, weather, anything to help the reader visualize the setting and event. To have an effective story it has to be neat and in order, in a timeline. Having a timeline of the event is important because it gives the reader a sense of time and the effect of the event on you or other people, it also provides a sense of beginning, middle, and end of the event/story. It should also flow from event to event smoothly and efficiently, in order to not confuse the reader and un
When I was younger I wanted to be a knight, a soldier of honor that protects the weak and is brave in the face of fear. But age changes what we want to be so I'm older now and I have found out that I can’t be a knight but I could be the modern day equivalent, an United States' Soldier. I'm a strong believer in the power of the people and the US. I feel like all citizens should join the military because they should fight for their country too. And since I joined JROTC, I discovered that I excel in this category of work. Now that I'm preparing for the job I love and I know I'm good at it, it gives me even more incentive to work that much harder to reach it.
Although I am only sixteen years old and in the eleventh grade of high school, many things have influenced me and caused me to be the person that I am today. I hope that these things will continue to help me be a better person and influence me as my life continues. Some of the things that have influenced me have been church, my family, my friends, and school.
My education journey has been through some setbacks, but I have continued to push forward and conquered. I have felt that I have a fixed mind set and just am not capable of achieving some things. After learning the difference between growth and fixed mindset I have realized that everyone is capable of learning anything through hard work and dedication.
Like many service members, my story begins with my family. Born and raised in Rochester, New York, I had little to do with the military as a child. Though my parents’ families shared a rich tradition of military service to include my father’s eight years of service to the United States Marine Corps before I was born; I had absolutely no exposure besides these links. In fact, even now, only scarcely could I relate to anyone much of their military careers beyond service branch, job, and the major conflicts they served through. However, the spirit of their service permeated into every aspect of my life growing up. My father’s time I the Marine’s was well spent as he raised us with a fierce devotion to discipline, standards and respect. He instilled in us a sense of duty with an inherent expectation to help out around the house, maintain good grades, stay physically fit, and participate in extracurricular activities. He chose to stay involved in our activities either through coaching, Cub & Boy Scout leading or just participating. My mother, an accomplished teacher, was the primary home maker and just as supportive. My parents’ sense of service affected me greatly and led me to get involved in coaching, youth mentoring programs and school service organizations. The more involved...
It is obvious that most parents around the globe like their children to be educated. In today’s world, education means higher living standards due to the globalization of industry and competence. My parents are an example for such ambition of pushing children into the intimacy of studying to guarantee a sustainable future. Even thought my family lives in one of the highly educated districts in Baghdad, most parents in this district believe that education is a subjective matter. Therefore, the only goal of students in my district is to attain a minimum passing grade because nobody asks them more than that, even their teachers. In other words, students consider school as a community to have fun instead of earning knowledge. The main reason for such behavior is due to the political situation of Iraq before 2003. At that time, even though a person may hold a degree in engineering, he would work for the government with little salary that is not enough for living. Therefore, educated people at that time have no value for education; they simply know that college education is not enough to build a successful carrier. They feel
I grew up in a small town and after I graduated high school I wanted more in life than a 9 to 5 job; I wanted to see the world. I had a few friends that had joined the military and had come home to visit with exciting stories about their experiences. I noticed a change in a few of them; they seemed to walk a little taller, maybe act a bit more mature. This, along with the intrigue of life outside of my small town, drew me to consider joining the military. I met a recruiter in Lakeland Florida in July of 1989 and a few months later on September 26th I raised my right hand and took the Oath of Enlistment. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.