Examples Of Profile Essay

Flashback to 2006, it’s the midst of fall and recess have just begun. The red and whites of the Danish flag blows in the cool wind and inside a girl from second grade puts on her cozy red coat, anticipating the joy of playing in the colorful falling leaves and inhaling the crisp autumn air, but before opening the door, a boy approaches her and says “Your boots are ugly.”  The girl takes a second to think and then replies the boy with a cold “thank you,” she then proceeds to go on with a smile on her face, as if nothing had just happened to her. This girl with the rather unconventional reply was me, and the reason this story is so significant is not necessarily due to what an observer would have witnessed that day, but instead the thinking that led me to do what I did.

I was born on February 27th 1998 in Cleveland Ohio. I was a premature baby and was only 5 pounds when i was delivered. I got my name from my great grandfather Dequan Anderson Williams. I wasn’t a jr because my dad already had my big brother and named him after him. The first five years of my life went by pretty fast. I have many memories from my first five years. One memory i remember was the first time i went to the zoo. I went with my daycare teacher and her two sons. I was three years old and it was a very hot day. The first Animals i saw was these big old elephants. I was so amazed by how tall and big they were. After we seen the elephants we saw two big old turtles who was moving extremely slow. The turtles were making these weird noises that was loud and annoying. After seeing

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.

Throughout my career in the social sector I worked with a variety of for-profit companies; over the last few years I’ve noticed interesting trends. Corporations are changing how they structure and evaluate philanthropic partnerships and fewer and fewer organizations are opting to donate through traditional methods. Social entrepreneurs are even integrating philanthropy into their business models. Just consider, big names such as Toms and Seventh Generation and newer start ups like Bombas (a sock company that donates socks one-for-one for every pair they sell). One-time event sponsorship and foundation giving seems to be losing ground to newer, innovative community investment strategies. These shifts have encouraged non-profits, including

Knees weak from climbing a flight of stairs or the anticipation of meeting Brian, I walked into his office announcing my presence with a raspy, delayed voice. Upon flinging open the door, his face lifted of his desk and stared at me with a distant expression. My first take of Brian caught me off guard, with his apple red mohawk, wearing his branded castle racing jacket and pants. Looking at his appearance you just knew he was into racing. After building up the confidence to murmur good morning we left his office to his own personal race track he made at his house. “There is more to just sitting down on a vehicle and holding down the throttle. If it was that easy everyone would do it.” For Brian racing has come at a cost and has been through adversity on and off the track.

Aiden is calm, logical and has superior intelligence. He also can come as rather detached, and sometimes threatening when need be. He is from a wealthy family, which manages health care and is the youngest of three. He prefers to sleep late, often due to business and schoolwork keeping him up until the wee hours; and he suffers from hypotension, which makes rising difficult. He is very polite to people who are in power or related to it, and claims he only helps people who can benefit him somehow. Aiden has short, black hair, usually styled into a smart/casual look and has brownish-grey eyes. He is thin; five feet, ten inches tall and wears slim, rimless glasses. Aiden is always impeccably groomed, dressed appropriately for any occasion, and is naturally stylish and neat. He decided to go to

b. Competing with different labor restrictions (or lack thereof), such as slave or child labor.

In class we have been discussing the analogy of perspectives. A perspective is a way of seeing, also thought of as a ‘point of view’. This mental view or outlook can both enhance and constrain how we view the world in our own eyes. In the field of psychology and sociology there are many ways to perceive our world in which we live. No one perspective alone can define the world. Each perspective has its own distinctive strengths and blind spots. In class we have discussed different theories and analogies to better understand the complexity of perspectives.

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.”

Growing up in a small townhouse, I would see my father only once a week on Sundays because he was working long hours the rest of the week. When meeting him, I would become very emotional because I knew that the reason I could not see him other days of the week was because he was working. My father’s hard work and perseverance gave me the drive to become someone that he would be proud of. My goal is to become someone that he can say to himself it was worth the long and strenuous hours spent at work.

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

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.

As a kid I was always interacting with all the other kids at school. I was never afraid to talk to adults and I was always respectful to them. As I grew older, I started to change. I started to have really bad anxiety when I was around groups of people. I started to have anxiety attacks in 6th grade during my classes randomly. When I got to walmart, I get scared. I’m constantly thinking that everyone around me is saying bad things about me or they’re judging me. Through all of this, I’m still a very respectful kid but I’m still shy at the same time. Everyone has their different opinions about me, but I see myself as respectful, shy, and generous even though people may see me as an introvert.

Jason is a 22 year old, white, agnostic male. He’s the youngest of 5 boys and grew up in a Jehovah’s Witness Household with a bi-polar mother and a now emotionally distant father. Up until puberty, he and his parents were very close. His mother was a stay at home parent, and he recalls many instances when they would bake cookies and watch soap operas together. Though his father worked very long hours as a contractor, he found time to take his son out to eat, to plays, and to amusement parks when he could. That isn’t to say that the relationship between his parents was loving, as Jason’s parents would fight constantly when Jason’s dad was home on the weekends. It got so bad that his mother attempted to stab his father and tried to grab his