After four years of high school, there is only one goal I have in mind. That goal is to attend college. This is the next big step in my life. All the late nights I stayed up to complete school assignment was for this moment. All my hard work was has lead me to this point in life. College will open a whole new to me. A world where I can meet new people while working to improve my future. Why do I want to attend college though? Well I have three specific reasons for this decision.
I would like to attend college because I want to be able to demonstrate not only to myself but to my family that we can do what we set ourselves to do. I would to do go far in this life and accomplish my life goals. Without college, I will not be able to do my goals. My goals are to graduate from college, one day own my own land so that I can own my own agricultural business, and have my home there too, and I want to be a high school Spanish teacher as well. Another reason as to why I want to attend college is that I want to be able to show my little sister that anything is possible, we can do whatever we set ourselves to do, as long we do not give up we will be able to accomplish great things in life. My teachers have also been a great influence
This is what I thought to myself as I sat in class in January of 2017. I was terrified when it came to speaking out loud to the class. Is my answer correct? If I say the wrong answer, everyone will think I’m such an idiot. Little did I know that in a little less than a year, I would be opening myself up to a world of opportunities and personal growth.
When you are first learning how to surf, the weather conditions play a large part in determining your success. The ideal day for beginners includes a blue sky, a high temperature, and, most importantly, tame tides. When my cousin Lauren and I step onto the increasingly deserted beach at 5:00 pm, it quickly becomes apparent that the weather is not on our side. The sun barely peaks through the mass of gray clouds covering the sky. A breeze comes in, dropping the temperature to less-than-favorable conditions. Lauren and I look out at the ocean and can immediately tell that these waves are much bigger and much rougher than usual for this beach. Learning to surf is going to be a much bigger challenge than either of us anticipated.
A boy walks into school, nothing to specific about him, a little husky and less social than most other students. But there are things people don't know about this boy. The not knowing goes the same all ways. This boys sees this pretty girl every other day in his 3rd block math class, but he doesn't know her, he doesn't know where she's goes after school, or what she does. But he wants to. This particular girl interests him. She's different than the others, She looks how poetry sounds. She moves like the most calm ocean. Her blonde hair like something he had never seen before. Those luscious locks are what stood out to him the most. The boy can barely wait till the next time she raises her hand, just so he can hear her
What are my goals? I have set many for myself over my short 18 years of being alive. “I want to be in the NBA when I grow up or maybe I want to be the president of the United States!” That’s how I would often answer the question when I was younger. However, this question becomes much more serious as I am nearing my final months of high school and preparing to enter college. The obvious answer would be to finish my education. My parents have always stressed the importance of graduating high school and then go on to graduate college because they believe education is the path to a better future. Due to circumstances, they never had the chance to attend college while they were in China, but they made the decision to come to America so that my brother and me could have the best educational opportunities in the world.
I believe in inspiration. I believe one to be open minded and to be inspired, or serve as inspiration. I believe in progress to be linked hand-in-hand with inspiration.
Everyone has something that truly excites them. Something that ignites an interest so deep that not pursuing it would be unimaginable. Some people find theirs in mathematics, others in sports; perhaps one might find a love for science, or for fashion. I found my passion when I was very young in English. I’ve always been intrigued in a writer’s ability to create powerful emotions in an individual, and it amazes me how the words of one person can influence so many others.
With eyes closed I stand alone, in the dark I smell the sweet scent of fresh-cut grass and feel the soft dirt under my feet. I feel the sunshine on my skin, though I cannot see it. I stand in this blissful moment until I hear a call. Desperation and panic fill the air as I blindly run towards the unknown voice. “HELP ME!” it shouts. I stumble over a log; I can feel the blood trickle down my leg. “HELP ME” another voice shouts. Gradually more and more voices call out for help tugging at my heart. I try to bury myself in my hands and collapse into the soft earth. I jump back in surprise as a cold hand gently traces my face. Tears spill out of my eyes allowing them to open; I look up and see a woman. She wears all black and has a veil over her
“So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–/It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit,” are the lines that have inspired me, uplifted my spirits and buoyed me up, when I could not see light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I get the poet’s simple yet meaningful message, never throw in the towel, in every alliteration, simile, even rhyme scheme. When my cupcakes were undercooked, or when they collapsed on my second attempt at baking, “success is failure turned inside out”, kept me motivated and I baked my third tray in a preheated oven in 350 degrees Fahrenheit for forty minutes and got absolutely scrumptious cupcakes. When I did not get a perfect score in the eleventh grade, as I was wont to till then, I did feel a pang of
For some people, I am ‘The Streak’, for some ‘The Whoosh, or for some ‘the flash. What the media calls me is ‘The Blur’. Though most people call me by various other names, I prefer this name because the person in the media who gave me this name is the love of my life. Now many people who don’t know about me or are new to Manchester City wonder as to who are the people talking about when they hear my name. So it all started about a year ago when I was walking past a government controlled scientific laboratory. That laboratory is currently the place from where I monitor the whole city for any activity that might require some extra speed as it hasn’t been functional since that night. That night, like my usual habit I was roaming outside the TINS
I have a a faint childhood memory of watching a shooting star on the back porch of our country home. You would think a six year old would only dream of being a princess with unlimited mint chocolate chip ice cream and barbie dolls. But, I remember wishing of one thing and one thing only: to have a life full of happiness.
I admit to having been an antagonist of summer camps; I’ve never been able to complete a week without regret of going. Many could profess their love for fresh summer outdoors, disorganization, and the loudness most campers tend to carry throughout the long exhausting week, but I suppose I do now. I presume that I found the protagonist who alternated my introspective of summer camps, she was only one individual, but I reckon one representative possessed power enough to reciprocate my whole entity and purpose. I believe in summer camp like I believe in the sunshine: bright, impactful, and essential for congenital health.
I want to go to college because I want to have a successful future. I know that if I sit down right now, and focus on the future, and how I can make it better, then I'll be able to live a great life when I'm older. In addition to that I love learning and spending time by myself. The more time I spend learning, the more content I grow. Sometimes I find more satisfaction and interest in books and learning new skills than I do in meeting new people. Books usually have a lot of information, and I don't really have to do anything except for continue to read and be interested.
Two choices I could take And no I could not select both. A split second decision I was forced to make To plunge in and help, despite the fear or, Follow my instincts and save myself I chose to help, risking it all Perhaps I chose the Best Thinking of everybody who cares, The shark stealthily crept through