My Dad Had A Job As An Engineer

After high school, my dad did not normally go to college like everybody else did. Instead he signed up to become a Merchant Marine on January 11, 1994 at the Paul Hall Maritime Center. This was located at Piney Point, Maryland where men were trained to become great ship sailors and excel at important jobs on a ship. Before this my dad had to go through boot camp. This included safety preparation, first aid, ship engineering, and many other lessons to become the perfect soldier. My dad personally worked

Being a freshman college student and the son of a mechanical engineer, I get to see, in depth, what the life of an engineer consists of. I’ve seen how my dad travels all over Europe every month for business meetings, where he checks in and out of the most luxurious hotels and drives around BMW and Mercedes-Benz rental cars, then spends any free time sightseeing in Paris, Rome, Greece, and many other places all over Europe—all paid for by his company. When he returns home after a week or two in Europe

Going through hard times has made me stronger and realize what is truly important in life. Six years ago I lost my cousin, Michael, to brain cancer. We were very close; he was like a big brother to me. Experiencing this journey with my family has taught me to make the best of every moment that I have been given. Michael has been one of the biggest influences in my life. He inspired me to want to make a difference in this world and have a positive impact on the people I meet. Michael was someone

predecessors of mine that I will talk are; my father’s father, James Walter Crowley; his father, Walter James Crowley; his father, James Frank/Francis Crowley; his father, Cornelius Hurley Crowley; and finally his father, Cornelius Crowley. I will mention major events they were apart of, if they served or not, known education, and interesting stories that really occurred. Cornelius Crowley is the oldest relative I could find in the time I had. He also was the first Crowley to come over

As the spring semester of my senior year of high school began, I still wasn 't sure what I wanted to study when I began college in the fall. I always had been a good problem-solver, and I was fairly certain I wanted to study engineering, but I didn 't know which discipline interested me the most. As my high school graduation date loomed closer, I began to get anxious about not having chosen a major. My parents, both having worked in the oil and gas industry in parts of their careers, encouraged

have faced is the denigration of my personal value due to the Indian culture's idealization of men. As I have gotten older, I am realizing how even my parents- who I always believed to be very progressive- maintained these conservative views. I began to notice that I was not treated as my brother’s equal. There were times when I was told that I could not do something just because I am a girl. For example, my dad thinks that I should become a nurse, instead of an engineer, because I am a girl. I constantly

throw. These commands go through my mind and body as I throw in sand and concrete mix with a shovel into a mixer with water. The sun is giving the scene an ugly yellow that reminds me that it isn't even close to get off work. The mixer is huge, heavy, gray, and worn out from years of experience, like the wrinkles on a grandmother's face. Round beautiful glazing drops of sweat create a mustache across my face followed with a river of sweat aesthetically running down my neck. The sweat creates a pool

If you look at my family’s income, you might wonder why I need financial assistance to go to college, but if you look deeper, you will understand why it is necessary that I receive financial aid. Before I was born, my mom worked as an accountant, and my dad as a software engineer. As soon as I was born, my mom quit her job and stayed home to raise my sister and I. Since then, we have lived on a single income. My parents saved what they could for both my sister and I, but we do not have enough

ambition in my life, I don’t have any desire to be the richest man in the world nor do I dream of becoming a doctor. The sole purpose of my life is to live a life of simplicity and devote my time making our world a better place for humanity. My parents have always taught me when it comes to deciding my career; I should always choose a career that interests me. Based on these beliefs, I think my experiences in the past best reflects my interest. Growing up in a family of engineers where my father and

experienced a rocket launch up close. However, this memory represents more than just an exciting moment of my life. It represents my pursuit of aerospace engineering and the love I have for the field. My college application would not be complete without expressing my lifelong passion for space, and especially aerospace engineering. I would love to work at NASA. When I apply, if they look into my background, they will see a consistent interest in space and spaceflight. Since I was little, I have been