I was born on April 23, 1994 in Brampton, Ontario. I have lived in Brampton my entire life. I completed my undergraduate degree at University of Toronto, and now I am here at York University completing my BEd. I am someone who values helping others above anything else, which is why my dream has always been to become a teacher. This is something that I will accomplish, and nothing will stop me from achieving my dreams!
I graduated from Mosely High School in Panama City, FL. in 1976, just after I turned sixteen. I enrolled in Gulf Coast Community College, pursuing Elementary Education. Not because I wanted to teach school, but because my parent’s wanted it. I wanted to go to the beach, and when it got too hard to schedule in my beach time, school had to go. I was waiting tables, making $400 per day, my young mind didn’t have the capacity to think long term.
Before I was born, my father had been looked up upon his family, he aimed to be the best so he decided to leave Pakistan and start a new life in America and bring his family along. Money was limited to him and for 10 years he had worked non-stop just to form a living and also to bring his brother to Texas. My dad would not stop hustling even after he was able to bring his brother to Texas both of them had worked till they were able to bring the whole family from Pakistan. The following years he was able to open his first dry cleaning business and even after he still had plans on opening extra businesses. I was born in 1997 and that same year he had closed his dry cleaning business to pursue his dream of being an international entrepreneur in the used clothing business.
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.
I am the son of a naval aviator. By the time I was 10 years old I had lived in five different states and attended three different schools, each with a regionally varied curriculum. Just as I began to forge friendships, my father would receive orders to deploy to a new station. My family existed in a continuous state of change; new house, new towns, new routines. I found it difficult to make friends, noting I would likely have to soon say goodbye. My body also felt the strain of the continuous relocation to different environments. Transitioning sometimes took a year or more before I was fully adjusted to my new home.
I was born in Iran to Afghan parents who fled Afghanistan during the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan. Iran is notorious for denying basic human rights to refugees and my family was no exception. Although I was born in Iran, I nor any other member of my family held a fraction of the rights granted to Iranian citizens. I recall the undercover police officers the Iranian government had who looked for Afghan refugees in order to force out of the country. My parents did not want us to continue to face the same problems and racist treatment so they went to the United Nations to seek refuge. After a year of grueling interviews, medical tests, and security checks, we were informed that Canada would take us in. Being only 11 years old, I remember feeling thrilled that we were going to a better place. Canada did not fail to disappoint as we were welcomed with warmth and treated with equality.
Background: I was born in the Woodlands, TX, and live in Spring, TX with my parents and siblings. I am the third born of four children in my family; I have an older brother, an older sister, and a younger sister. My previous education was my final year at Spring Early College Academy (SECA). On May 31, 2017 I graduated and obtained my high school diploma with a Grade Point Average (GPA) of 3.88. While attending SECA, I attended Lone Star Community College (LSC) and earned 19 college credit hours with a GPA of 2.76. I also have been accepted to attend Sam Houston State University (SHSU) to pursue my major in Political Science. During 2017 Summer semester, I enrolled in Music Appreciation college credit course at LSC at University Park because of its professional environment. For 2017, Fall semester, I elected to enroll in 9 college credit hours and I will pursue my Associate of Arts degree at LSC at University Park. The interest that I have is playing all sets of guitar; which includes electric, acoustic, bass, and banjo. I am a guitarist and participated in concerts and recitals. Also, my favorite hobby is listening to different types of music genre such as jazz, rock, gospel, and classical.
The first thing I can remember about my writing was in 8th grade my English teacher inspired me to write. Not only about short stories but about my life if I didn't want to talk about my problems. I remember it so well, I was having a hard time with school and family issues were happening. My grades reflected that writing helped me a lot. I realized what I had to do, writing changed everything opened up more I felt better as a person my writing opened my eyes in a way. I did my work and efficiently. I don't like to read nearly as much as I like to write. I used to write a lot more about things I thought I was pretty good at writing short stories but then I just stopped
I am a 26 year old male and an Afghanistan Veteran, I am as of right now trying to find my path in life and working my way through Polk state college. I am currently aiming for my degree in Engineering technologies and fabrication. I view myself as an astute strong willed guy. I feel that I am also a courageous, funny, caring, protective, outgoing, and family orientated -individual. Though I will admit I do have a few dashes of bullheadedness and ill temperament. I believe these things about me because I have a deep love for my family and for my close friends. I have had the courage to stand up for my country and for things I believe are right. I have a fondness for joking around, but also know when it is not the right time to do so. Though I do find myself getting in heated arguments, and pointless tiffs but what can I say it is who I am, Josh Rowland.
I communicate in many different ways, whether it be visually, orally or electronically. There are a few instances that stand out. First, through the oral and electronic means of communication. During the summers I coach a youth baseball team and I communicate with the players and their parents in many different ways. At practices where I talk and work them how to do specific drills. At games I cheer them on and give them tips to succeed. But, since most of the kids are only eleven or twelve years old I have to communicate to the parents. I usually do this through email where I tell them about upcoming games and practices. I also provide them my cell phone number so they always have a good way to reach me. Without the
I was eight or seven, I lived in Gallup New Mexico at the time. One day in the summer my mother, cousin and I decided to visit our uncle Paul. He was an older man but very athletic he had his own home gym in his basement. When we got to his house he and my mother sat and had a grown-up conversation, me and my cousin Jerry decided to go explore the basement. In our uncle’s basement, he had four rooms. One had a huge pool table, another one was filled with weights and matts for yoga, the third one we never went into because the door was always locked. And the fourth, this fourth room would become my worst nightmare, it was filled with elliptical and treadmill equipment. After a while jerry and I got bored with playing our version of pool
Born in California and raised in the deep south, I grew up in two conflicting societies. The cultural geography of both areas differs on a magnitude of levels and complicated my development into the cultures around me, however in retrospect influenced me to be a multidimensional and considerate person. At a young age my parents introduced me to progressive values. During the developmental toddler stages, I immersed myself in two different cultures: what I experienced at school and what I experienced at home. Charleston, South Carolina embodies small-town society though the Greater Charleston Area expands rapidly each year, pulling migrants, including my family, to the growing city. The overwhelmingly conservative views of Traditional Charleston
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
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.”
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