life and move on to another one. My adventure to UMass Lowell is like a lifelong road, one that has taken various turns throughout my childhood and teenage years, and has come to many stops along my most memorable moments. Like a long roadway, my childhood and adolescent years prior to college have gone through a long cycle of straightaways and turns. I was diagnosed with autism when I was about a year and a half old. Ever since my diagnosis, every new moment of my life has always been something different
Life the Unexpected Adventure The unexpected paths mark the journey to a lifetime of adventure. Heavy underbrush and dark forest mark the route, leading to clearings where ideas and opportunities soar. Even though, my way has crossed by different educational opportunities, unforeseen events, brambles and dead ends block the way. While I had an idea of the future while I was young, it did not come to fruition until a special someone began walking the path beside me. All though education highway is
Journalism is an addictive adventure — an adventure I’ve known I wanted to pursue since I was in kindergarten. Yet instead of feeling like I’ve been stuck on the same career path for 16 years, I feel like each day, each article, is a new venture. I am pursuing a master’s in International Politics at Trinity College Dublin because the heart of journalism isn’t in the writing or the editing — it’s how well you know the topics on which you are reporting. Shortly after entering college, I found a second love
Mathabane’s autobiography Kaffir Boy, he recalls his journey that begins in apartheid South Africa. Being under control of the whites, he witnesses violence, feels pain and suffers hunger with his family. However he overcomes the hardships and goes to college in America. Mathabane as a child is reluctant to go to school although his mother forces him to go but he earns rewards through education in school and tennis. His family is his aid that helps in his journey and sufferings in South Africa. He almost
Life the Unexpected Adventure Life is an adventure! With paths that twist and turn; though heavy underbrush and dark forest, all leading toward junctions where key discussions are made. Through those paths led though different educational opportunities. Some of them come with unforeseen consequences, causing chain reactions and road blocks. The future never remains constant path. The journey to school, while on a key pathway, intersected countless byways; leading me to where I stand now. Choosing
an early morning in May of 1966, my adventure began with an early morning flight. The sun was rising over the fields and it set colors of a red and pink that deepened into the sky. I drove through the abandoned state road thinking about the people I’m leaving behind, and the people I’m about to start a new adventure with. Leaving behind my small town of corn fields and tractors, which for the last sixteen months I haven 't spent a lot of time in. I have spent my time trekking through the mountains
The future is a relative term, it could mean 10 years from now or 2 minutes from now; without a doubt I want my future to be filled with adventure. The term ‘future’ to me means a time, hopefully after my college graduation. By the time graduation, I will be considered an adult by the law and my parents but hopefully that will not tame my desire to discover. For the first great adventure of my real adult life travelling through the Caribbean more specifically, the islands of Jamaica, Trinidad
My mom Angela has always loved reading ever since she was a little kid. She is not the only one in my family that enjoys reading. My dad, grandma, and my cousin also have found a love for reading books. When I received this assignment I knew it would be difficult to single out a specific person to interview due to my family’s love of reading. I eventually decided that I wanted to interview my mom for my assignment. My mom was the pretty much the obvious choice to do the interview with because I knew
My favorite time of the year was coming to an end, as I had to say goodbye to those worry-free, beach-bum summer days. Summer had passed before my eyes and it was now the start of my sophomore year in college. I was enrolled in a couple psychology classes for my major and a Geology class that would count towards my GE. The semester before was not the best, as it had a negative impact on my grade point average. So here I am again, another semester hoping the same thing does not happen again. I wake
would it present itself as something entirely different? While unsure of direction, an obstacle formed. I spoke with friends of my idea to capture this journey we had shared and looked to them on guidance in ways to poise this account. During winter vacation of my sophomore year of college I was sitting with two of the greatest friends I’d met from this school. Sitting in my quaint colonial house a moment which was similar to many others swirled around us. Us a group of young Alumni were sitting in