My First Trip At High School

Next, I want to tell you about my first day in high school in America because I was very excited and a little bit nervous. My first day in Shawnee Mission northwest high school I felt very nervous because I did know anyone in the class and I did not understand the language. I felt very embarrassed when teacher or someone in class was asking me a question or talking with me but I did not understand what they were talking or asking me about. However, I felt very happy and enjoyed the first day of high school because I met my new people and met my best teachers that helped me further.

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

When I was little, I heard stories of Third World countries where people lived in complete poverty. I would hear of how they had dilapidated domiciles, contaminated water, deadly diseases, and shortages of food. I was always told how blessed I was to live in a country where I was free of these situations, but I always took this truth for granted. I would go along every day, not worrying about where I was going to sleep or what I was going to eat, when people all over the world were facing these situations as problems. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I realized how blessed I was, when I was given the opportunity to visit San Jose, Costa Rica.

However it was not until my mission in Guatemala that I got a sense of the impact I could potentially make globally as a dentist. While there, I shadowed my father where he performed dental procedures on roughly 200 people. Although I was only able to provide supporting efforts for my father, I gained experience that was invaluable. I carried a portable backpack chair into the villages. The chair was both solar and electric with basic built in tools. Once the patients were seated, I provided emotional encouragement through smiles, hugs, and interpreted language. I was rewarded in that every patient that we treated showed his or her utmost gratitude. Working and observing alongside my father, we were a team, doing something that was life changing for countless individuals. A fire was ignited inside of me that will never be extinguished. A fire that is fueled by passion for helping people close to home as well as those in remote countries where very few are willing to

         Growing up the daughter of an Air Force family, I have always realized the value of appreciating individual contributions to our global society. Through connections abroad, I acquired a passion to engage interculturally and create intersections for mutual understanding. This was a catalyst for my progressive mindset on assisting other’s everyday struggles.

Haiti is not know for much but it is known for being poor. This might dissuade people from visiting, but for me it was exactly what I needed. We got to Haiti and even in the airport saw the people desperate for money to feed themselves and their families. We took a ten passenger plane up the mountain and as we flew we were able to see the poverty in the towns below. There were houses made up of four corner poles with a tin roofs. The destruction from the earthquake still had not been recovered from. In this moment I realized how fortunate I was to have not been in the earthquake as well as for simple things like four walls. We also flew over a sports complex that had been built for the Haitians after the earthquake as part of the

Whether it be lack of food, clean water, healthcare, or even a home, I feel that each and every one of us should do our part to aid these people. I am incredibly blessed and fortunate to have been born into a happy home in the United States. I have never experienced life without the bare essentials, but a study done by the United Nations Development Programme in 2015 says that over half of the world’s population currently lives on less than $2.50/day. While these statistics are shocking, I don’t feel hopeless. I know that each and every one of us are human.

During our brief trip, we were able to accomplish much. We led a camp for teens and twenty-somethings. There, we gave bibles, socks and hats to everyone who attended (it gets surprisingly cool there). One of the campers was in a worn-out wheelchair, and we were able to replace that for him.

I'll never forget the day I climbed the Santa Fe College Ropes course. I was invinsible.

When I woke up this morning, I was extremely nervous. Among my close friends and family, I

Recently, my grade took a trip to New York City to help the less fortunate. At first, I was unsure about the trip, but after experiencing serving at soup kitchens, gathering food for the poor, and helping a society who provide to the poor; I have seen how fortunate I am to have what I have. This year, my grade (ninth grade) will taking a trip to the Dominican Republic, where we will teach English and vocabulary to children . Fay has designated a week for grades seven, eight, and nine, to help communities either nearby Fay or in places of need. Fay has always emphasized values and my time there has made me more focused on how I can give back to my community.

Im sitting here looking outside my window, at the trees while thinking "What am I going to say for this essay?" As it is my fourth time writing a high school essay, I'm nervous as you may know from the way the opening of this essay sounds. I currently attend William L Dickinson high school, which was never my plan. Last year I was an eighth grader at Academy I thinking that my school name would help me get into a good high school but I was wrong. I've always wanted to go to County Prep High School, but unfortunately last year in April, everything changed. Thats when I got my big rejection letter. I have really bad anxiety so waiting for the letter was a pain. Then finally "We regret to inform you" the five dreaded words that every applicant

Think about the poverty and problems that all countries around the world are facing today and every day. As Americans we have an urge to go into these countries to help as much as possible because of that we have begun a revolution. Americans began going on mission trips around the 1960s but did not really pick up until the 1990s. The trend grew after multiple natural disasters, Americans saw and need and went, since then short term mission trips show no sign stopping anytime soon. As the popularity of leaving our comfort zones, many people have found issues with the way the trips are led to the extent of questioning whether or not these trips are really worth the amount of money and time that they consume. Through periodicals, interviews, narratives, and articles, I will show the issues and improvements that could be made to the living situations, attitude of the Americans, and relationships that are acquired during the short term mission trips.

On these trips, we would help build a church, or distribute drinking water, or provide free healthcare clinics. Additionally, the summer before I turned 13, they sent me on a mission trip to Honduras for 3 months. The summer before I turned 16, they sent me overseas for another 3 month mission trip. Essentially, I was instilled with values such as humanitarianism, equality and humility from a young age. I was taught that all humans on earth are valuable, and should be, though they are not being, treated the same. I was able to witness first hand how people in different cultures lived. I saw suffering due to poverty but I also saw them band together as communities to take care of each others’ orphaned children and elderly parents in a way that I had not experienced in my own culture. I saw people in the depths of debilitating poverty. Some of them appeared to be genuinely happy and grateful for what they had. In contrast, I saw people with plenty who were miserable. When I got home, each time, I felt a renewed consciousness of the state of my own culture, as well as the state of the world as a

8th Grade is a major turning point for students. You finally get to graduate from Middle School, and move on to High School. Along the way, you get to meet friends and learn wonderful things about history and science. However, in New Hampton, there happens to be a major field trip that really ends the year with a bang. This was the moment I was most looking forward to in my 8th Grade year, and there is no way I could leave it out. In this entry, I am going to talk about my trip to Washington D.C.