I have encountered many of my peers taking drugs, listened to songs about drugs and even seen drugs romanticized on social media. Like most teenagers, I lived in a world surrounded by drugs, but I had never had an experience with them. I came from a “picture-perfect” family and prior to my freshman year of high school, I was somewhat narcissistic, believing that I was too good to even be associated with drugs. It was August 2012, the summer before my freshman year of high school, and my life seemed as sound as ever. I was excited to begin the next step in my life and looked forward to starting school. As the weeks passed and I was returning to my normal academic routine, my parents began acting strangely uneasy. I knew there was something wrong. I questioned my parents’ behavior and at first received few valuable answers in return. …show more content…
Through his struggle, I gained much-needed compassion and understanding. Prior to this transition, I was unsympathetic and insensitive to others and their struggles. I am now able to place myself in the position of others to understand their circumstances. I no longer judge others based solely on my initial thoughts. I used to fear the discovery of my brother’s problem would distort others’ perceptions of me, now; I am no longer restrained by what is regarded of me. Today, I am thankful for the circumstances I went through and proud of the person it shaped me to be. Through my brother’s disease, I discovered a sense of independence in myself. I am now self-reliant and no longer seek help in situations that I am capable of controlling. My character has evolved tremendously and I have gained important qualities such as compassion and sympathy. My brother has now been sober for over two years and as I prepare to take the next step in my life and venture to college, I am grateful for the events I underwent as they aided my transition from childhood to
I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.
I was born in Bogota, Colombia. During my childhood schooling years I attended Gimnasio de Los Cerros in Bogota. Attending secondary schooling in Colombia prepared me well for my academic pursuits in the United States. Through my studies, my fondness of mathematics continued to grow. On my pursuit of scholastic success mathematical equations found its persuasive way to speak to me. It is for this reason I have chosen for my career to follow the pathway in relation to mathematics. But even more so, what would ultimately lay down the roots of my personal character was the death of my father at the age of three. As years passed by I came to understand I was now “the man of the house”. I do not reflect back at death of my father as being something
After a competitive brawl of a game with grass stains on my knees, jersey, and socks; with sweat drenching my hair and clothes, as if I just took a shower, I began to walk over to a table set up amongst the fans. They wait anxiously for my team to walk over after our big win. Each one of my teammates including myself are set at a table close to the bleachers, which set adjacent from the players bench across the pitch. I set down by my new set of teammates, as we got ready to sign posters for children with aspirations to play at collegiate level soccer one day, for parents and grand parents who couldn?t be more honored to be witnessing their little girls hard work finally paying off. It was recent that I experienced this
I’m Noah Myers, a 17 year old homeschool senior and Running Start student at FVCC. This quarter I’m starting my journey to manhood with 11 general credits. Though I’m not confident in my career direction yet, I am confident that God will reveal his plan for me as I pursue classes while trusting Him to lead me. Years ago God gave my mom a verse which crazily fits my personality. Joshua 1:9 ”Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” I used to be a big worrier,well, I still am sometimes but the more I get to know God, the more convinced I am that He knows best and loves me completely. It’s all about trusting Him to be Master because
The countless hours spent going over flashcards for my SAT words, pouring over AP notes, taking extra swings in the cages, and the airplane rides back east flashed before my mind as the phone rang. It seemed like my whole future would be decided in this one moment. I was confident that I had done everything I possibly could, and it was daunting to know that now the decision was not under my control. I knew I had worked my butt off to try and get this spot on the Harvard softball team, my biggest goal. Hands and voice shaking, I took a deep breath and pressed “Answer.”
Many parents and peers would say it is a gift that he has-- intense concentration and endurance, but he likes to call it “strength under control.” The truth is, under each attempt to gain control, is a wavering risk taker who is humbled by each unlikely victory that would always bring him to tears. That person is me. I like to thinking innovatively and calculate at least seven moves deep into the most risky and daring variations. At the 2013 National Championships, first table, I was paired against my close friend and arch-rival Austin Yang, the Taiwan chess champion. Everyone knew Austin was a machine, he had destroyed his previous opponents and had barely lost any game that year. To have a winning chance, I had to play the unconventional--the
I have been a member of seven different clubs during my time at CHS, and I am currently involved in three, (Chelan Project, Interact, FBLA). I am also a member of the National Honor Society, and I am the ASB executive secretary. I have a total of __ community service hours from a variety of events. I also give up my last class of the day and most Sunday mornings to do an unpaid internship with my church. Serving and giving back to the community is one of my biggest passions, and I do this any way that I can. Attached is the list of events and hours that make up my community service portfolio. As far as sports go, I have participated in cross country, basketball, and track. I've lettered every year of high school track, and I went to state for the 4x2 relay my freshman year.
It is very hard to fit in when the odds are against you. I came to the United States from the land of wood and water, beautiful beaches, the world’s best jerk chicken and some of the friendliest people in the word; that are known for our warm smiles and welcoming personalities. If you have not already guessed this place by now, then please allow me to take you out of your misery. I am a proud black Jamaican single mother, who came here in search of a better future for myself and my daughter. I was blinded by the many advertisements that showcase the land of opportunities: filled with vigor and enthusiasm. I was ready to take on the world and leave my mark, but I was quickly stuffed into a small corner designed for people of color.
My determined personality began when I was merely two-years-old. My parents always tease how I was the quickest to be potty-trained out of my two siblings, even though they believed I might never grasp the concept. At my second birthday party, my Aunt Connie surprised me with Winnie-the-Pooh underwear. I was eager to wear them, but my mother reminded me I was not able to until I was potty-trained. With determination pouring out my eyes disguised as tears, the only thing on my mind was getting to wear those underwear.
Today, I shot out of bed knowing that it would be an exciting but busy day. In the morning, I hustled over to Starbucks in the Commons to grab a frappuccino and a piece of pumpkin bread so my body's energy could match my mind's eagerness. I slept in and did not have time to take a shower before my Math/PPE 180 class; I was running on a sleep deficit, as I stayed up a bit too late preparing for my 2nd midterm on Nash Equilibria. Previously, I had studied Game Theory in AP Microeconomics, but its analytic nature and application to real-life-issues left me just a bit too interested to fall asleep.
July 22nd, 2008 is when my obsession started, it was my father's birthday, every year on his birthday, we make it into a huge party that year. There was a surprise that my mother put gathered she had two dancers, Darla and Darlene. Both came out with vibrant bright colors that would ____ . When the music started the skirt movement, the way it swirled, the way it waved at you. They danced 2 songs, but those two songs stunned me. That day on I knew I wanted to become a Folklorico dancer.
As I walked through the intensive care unit with my dad to visit my mom, who was recovering from a myomectomy, a feeling of unease entered my heart. As we entered her recovery room, tears began to fill my eyes when I saw her bedridden state. This was by far the most traumatic experience of my life, yet it gave me a new passion, because this was moment I realized that I had an inner calling to heal. The next few months were solely dedicated to assisting my mother in her recovery. In caring for her I learned the significance of sacrificing self-interest.
I never thought my disorder would have showed me how much I need my family and that they genuinely care for my well being. Through all the struggles they have been there by my side. I couldn't have asked for better people to be such a huge part of my life, and I thank God everyday that I have them in my life. My family has raised me on good morals and I can’t thank them enough for giving me opportunities to succeed. They truly contribute to my success. Being at the hospital often as a boy, has taught me an important lesson that people still don’t understand today, which was that we should all be fortunate for what we have because there is always someone who has it tougher. From this lesson, I was able to accept what I have and learn to find happiness is my life. It’s crazy to think how living in a sad environment such as a hospital brought me sheer joy. My disorder has taught valuable lessons and while I was living life i was able to take the negatives and turn them positives. I pride myself in the work I do and take great responsibility for things that I sign my name
One day my grandmother and I were at a bookstore, shopping for a friend’s birthday party. Then three new Warriors books that had just come out had caught my attention and I had wanted to read them for the longest time, I was 8 at the time so I was rather bankrupt besides a few quarters! So I asked my grandmother about ways to earn money, she suggested I could complete my chores or help out with the upcoming garage sale. It was a wonderful idea. my father and I agreed that anything I sold I was able to keep the money for. So first I pulled together a pile of aged toys and clothing and put them neatly in boxes. I had made up to twenty five dollars from the garage sale, but that still wasn’t enough so I thought, “I have a loose tooth I could
Growing up as a first generation Pakistani American Muslim not only came with the benefits of being exposed to different cultures, but it also came with a continuing challenge to incorporate the two cultures and my religion into the society we lived in. There was always a need to be more American, more Pakistani, while respecting the boundaries of religion. No matter how hard we tried to assimilate into the two societies, we could feel the absence of understanding and acceptance. This search for an identity not only allowed me to easily interact with people facing similar dilemmas, but it allowed me to embrace culture, religion, and people that were different.