Business Presentation Of My Young Career

My name is Elana Sanguigni, and I am a sophomore student at Pine-Richland Senior High School in Gibsonia, Pennsylvania. My interest in the Health Career Academy is immense, and I exhibit a profound interest in a future career in the health industry. The Health Career Academy, would provide enlightening educating opportunities to gain valuable knowledge, pertaining to various health careers. Though I have conducted some research and analyzed various health career fields, I truly aspire to explore and learn more in order to academically prepare for a future in the health industry. My academic love for Biology, Chemistry and all science courses, in addition to my love and care for people have led me to inquire a path of future health careers to utilize my desire to help people.

Through my Career Ed project I learned how to live a sustainable life with a typical paycheck I would receive. I chose the job of a psychiatrist based on my interests and ambitions. My whole life I have studied human behavior and analyzed why people act a certain way. I also like to help others and I want to give people the best lives that they can live. Being a psychiatrist would make me happy because I could learn more about human minds and the way they work by also helping people who are mentally and emotionally suffering. I had to make hard decisions on which car and house to buy. Firstly, I chose to buy a large family home which cost $199,900 because I thought it was a reasonable price for a home with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. The house also has a warm and happy exterior which is very important to me. I know that if I have a family someday they would enjoy living in our house too. The car I bought was a New 2017 Dodge Grand Caravan SE. I bought this car because not only because it was a nice price of $21,879, but because it’s a big and safe minivan

Walking fast quickly leading myself to my family. There they sit in the lou­­nge, with the designer of this marvelous beast. Our salutations were done with a strong handshake. “Hello, I’m Thomas Andrews, designer of the RMS Titanic, nice to meet you-” I interrupt with my name, “Colonel John Astor.” “-Well then nice to meet you Colonel Astor,” then the handshake was then soon ended. “What you did with this ship, is amazing. I 'm honored just to be in the same room, with such a great mind,” My enthusiasm shone like the sun, but as a respectful businessman I hid it under a small grin. “Why, thank you,” his voice large with respect. “I’d love it if you joined us for dinner,” my offered had an immediate response, his nod made almost exactly after I finished my offer.

sidewalks are a place where people have the opportunity to get to know one another on a casual social basis, generating respectful acquaintanceships that enable civility while protecting private lives. However, after conducting my field research for the ‘Entrance to the Union Square subway’ station, I observed that although the subway station is a public area almost like any other sidewalk, yet not many people socialise or have conversations with one another especially at the entrance. Most interactions that would take place

I could not agree more with what you said. Like you, I have been taking introductory business courses in the many various fields of the world of business, so I have not been able to truly immerse myself in the field that I am interested in. Aside for allowing me to improve my professional skill set, this opportunity will help me find out if the field I believe I want to spend my career in (Finance) is actually right for me.

(Describe your previous involvement with relevant coursework, clinical work, research, and indicate your future career plans as they relate to your selected Pathway.)

While I was in college, I felt like working with children was something that I wanted to do. There are many different career paths one could take if they want to work with children. I love sports, so I decided that recreation would be a path that would allow me to work with children doing something that I love to do. For the past twelve years, I have had the opportunity to work with the residents of Cal Farley’s Boys Ranch. I work in the Youth Activities Department and my job is to provide sports programming for our pre-adolescent population. However, I am in more of an administrative role where I oversee the program the children participate in. The time I actually have working with them one-on-one or in small groups is limited. I have

With a satisfied grin, he recounted the evening. It had been one sweet night. Jack Clemmens bought an expensive insurance policy to cover his new building and the deal put Frank over the top. His chest rose up in pride. For four years he’d been Employee of the Year at the Assured Protection Agency, and tonight’s sale guaranteed him top honors once again. Yes, sir, the evening had proved to be quite productive and he was in a jolly, good

He seemed to be deeply engrossed in his newspaper; the eyes of the people in this flat black and white world followed me and held my gaze as I edged across the wooden panels of the carriage. As the man looked up, we exchanged greetings; and I saw his smile had sadness to it, like the grin of a child determined not to weep. I noticed that his jaundice yellow complexion accentuated the cavernous frown lines across his forehead; he appeared to be a man who was harbouring many problems. I brushed past him, inhaling the strong aroma of coffee and harsh cologne, adamant not to let him perturb me I flopped into a navy, lushly upholstered seat which was positioned near the window and stared out into the blackness of the night. Suddenly the train’s doors noisily slammed shut and a moment of piercing silence was followed by the mechanical murmur of the engine, its powerfulness imprisoned me in a state of vulnerability and the shackles of fear didn’t seem to be breaking any time

Imagine walking down a crowded city block and knowing every single person that passes by. It’s hard to imagine, because the chances of knowing everyone are improbable. Each day city dwellers pass by strangers they have never met before and have the good chance of never seeing again. Each day these dwellers pass by each other without any forms of social acknowledgement interactions. Though everyone’s actions may appear the same, behavioral patterns and mindsets when interacting and being near strangers in public spaces vary depending on gender. Fear is the main contributor in behavior and what goes through the minds of people when walking in public spaces and limit the amount and the ways that interactions take place with strangers.

For my career exploration, I would like to start on the Meyers-Briggs personality test I got the letters ISFP which is introvert, sensing, feeling, perceiving. For the Holland personality test, my top three is social, entrepreneurial, and conventional. The information I got from the Meyers-Brigg and Holland personality test can help me find to improve and what not to do and how I can become a better person in my job and my family.

My father wearing his usual black tuxedo dinner jacket with the buttons open and Boutonnière with a red rose, underneath was his black waistcoat with the button closed, underneath that was his white Shirt and topped off with a black bow tie. His hair was combed back as far as possible it was short and coloured black with sort off grey streaks which showed his age. He was built like a house, with his broad shoulders, his body was big and powerful looking but no wonder because after all he did like the rich food and always had a glass of wine to wash it down. Facially the feature most remembered after first glance was his cheeks, they sagged down to about his jaw line, this made his accent powerful as every time he spoke it sounded like he was questioning what you had said. He had a moustache and it was the length of his top lip, it was as if it was somebody’s eyebrow it was that thin. He walked with grace and power as if he was untouchable.

I arrive on the corner of Elm st. and Main, a tiny corner that was often occupied by frantic shoppers and late workers. It was only one part of the bustling New York. I had changed my dark coat for my stylish tan, leather jacket, in one of my nearby hideouts. The best way to keep yourself from attracting attention is to be ostentatious. However I had never understood why these empty minded fools had found the gaudy orange and neon pink attractive. My black pants were exchanged for a pair of flashy

Loneliness. Privacy. Anonymity. It’s funny, that words never usually associated with living in a capital city, apply so perfectly to me, however, it is the sad reality faced by a typical 28 year old Brit in the ‘heart’ of London. Conference calls, big red buses and the swarm of tall, grey-suited businessmen with briefcases fighting their way through the typical morning rush to the safety of their 100th floor offices, are all a world apart from the isolated one I exist in. To think that not one in a city populated by 8.5 million would ever stop to spare even a second of their time to converse with me, helps to remind me of the burden I must be to the world.

It was a chilly evening in mid-September when Victor Nikiforov life became unscripted. Unraveled, every synonym of that. It started when he pulled into the packed parking lot. One parking space was left. The two people parked beside him did not have the proper education for how to park. How are these hooligans allowed to have a car? Victor got out of his vehicle and looked up. A sleek grey skyscraper stood, dominating the area. A fountain placed in the middle of the lot shot up synchronous streams of water accented by green light. He strolled around it and went into the building through the large revolving doors. The lobby was spacious, the stark grey floor had a glossy sheen. Accordingly, the coaches were light grey with lime green pillows.  Sconches lined the wall, giving the room a lime coloured glow.  The designers of the building were quite fond of the colour lime green.  A young woman sat in a semi-circle shaped desk. Her auburn hair was tied into a bun. She was looking down at her computer. She raised her head.“Good Evening, Welcome to (idk something round I guess) Can I have a name? She asked. ”Victor Nikiforov,“ he said. She scrolled on her desktop. ”Are you here for Jean Jacques Leroy’s engagement party? She asked, fumbling the pronunciation of “Jean”.