“In my head, I’m just me, and yet when I go out into the world, people don’t see certain things about me.” (Sanna, page 29, paragraph 8) I’m the type of person who see things differently in the world as I construct my own opinions. As cheesy as it may sound, I like to believe that everything has a reason behind it; and that everyone has a purpose in life. Growing up, I never explored much of the world, but I felt that I didn’t needed to. From my parents' wise words to things I witness on television, I imagined what the world was. The only thing I truly knew was that I was surrounded by the love of my family and our furry companions. My childhood is something that shaped me into the person I am today.
If someone wants to get a better understanding of me, then they need to know my love for my pets. Every step of my life I have had many companions by my side. Growing up with them, I think is the best experience I could have had as a child. I been through a journey with every one of them; I saw many illnesses break down, and I discovered what loss felt like. With each death, I vow to never forget any one of them. Despite how young I was, I could understand the concept of death; and even though I missed them dearly, I knew they were at peace. Losing one of my pets wasn’t easy for me with how much love I have for them. I had issues with moving on, but with each reminder of them, I realized my passion in life. Like how a quote stated about loss of something and letting it go
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Flurries of snow roiled in motion under the command of capricious, roaring winds. I stood and marveled at the sight as my eyes traced the white balls thudding against the ground and architectures all at once at exactly the same speeds. Particles of snow danced in joyful synchronization in mid December of ‘05. This was my earliest recollection. This was the day I left my family 12,678 kilometers away to come to the United states for the pursuit of a better way of life. I remember sitting on a rusty old bench on the first day of Kindergarten. The sounds of children at play echoed from the playground, stomping and running and laughing. None of the worries of adults crossed their minds, only how to elude capture by their friends. The rhythmic creaking of swings went back and forth, and some kids tried to time their jumps from the swings to the rhythm. I was one of those children growing up who would pry open a brand new remote control car to pull every component apart than play with it. I surmise this is where my love of engineering truly began.
My second pet lost happened two weeks ago now, she was a Siamese cat. She was always more of my sister cat as she passed away in her arms. My sister would never let her have bad care she took her to Boston from Virginia for these past two years. She was eighteen and died naturally. I am still trying to comprehend the news of this event as it is hard to accept that a loved one is gone even if the loved one is 'just a cat'. With photography I will show others that have this emotional attachment to their pets and cannot let them leave their side. I will prove that animals are more than 'just animals' and that they are family members and deserve care.
To some people that have never had pets it may seem like I was being dramatic but I wasn’t. A pet is a companion through life, they are with you through your highs and lows. But unfortunately, they are not immortal. It’s important for you to have a pet that helps you understand how to deal with deaths and grief, that’s why they are here. But don’t worry, I still have my
The experience that I have had with reading have been far from perfect. In fact, in recent years, reading has become somewhat of a chore, and I don’t read nearly as much as I know that I should. Nevertheless, my overall experience with reading has been positive thanks to my rich and vivid love of reading in the early years of my life.
What makes music so incredible, for me, is how music is able to reach anyone and everyone on some, emotional level. One song can easily conjure nostalgia, while another song can bring someone to tears. This emotional connection allows music to act as a universal language that can bring people of any nationality together. The collaboration of identities and cultures through music is something that I am passionate about and can contribute to informatics.
I think something that is special, unique, distinctive, and/or impressive about my life is that I’m the type person that is caring, friendly, and is always there for someone when they are feeling down, also my love of soccer, I see both of those things as special.
Love and friendships- My first friendship was one i am still been with for almost 15 years and growing up with him is like having a brother in another family. We would always go and listen to music and fool around, my first time coming into the U.S i already had someone to be around. When his oldest brother died i was still brand new here. It was still very tragic and even though me and him didn't know his brother as much it was difficult to believe it happened. The thing i most admire about friendship is that if you are that much close like brothers you can tell each other almost any deep dark secrets, being close to someone who is almost similar as you is the best thing about being in a friendship. It always helps being friends with someone you can trust.
For the past 17 years of my life, I have been single, which allowed me to be happy and free. I knew I would find the one that would steal my heart and treat me like I deserve, so I had every right to be carefree. Then, in April of 2017, I met a boy through mutual friends and we clicked, instantly. My whole world changed for the better and I was on cloud nine every time we talked, touched, and even when we looked at each other. It moved pretty quickly, but it felt right to do so. Then, on May 7, 2017, we made it official… we were dating. It was a blast up until he left to go council at church camp on June 5 because he would be gone the entire week and come home on Saturday afternoons and leave Sunday evenings. I was devastated when he left because he was no longer with me physically, but the thing he kept telling me was, “I am in your heart, so I am always with you.” This, along with the brief morning and good night conversations, is what helped me made me make it through the week until Saturday came. We were happy and made the most out of the little time that we got to spend together. Then, on July 6, I went to Costa Rica and instead of being a counselor, he was a camper. While I was in Costa Rica, I had little to no internet connection and since he was a camper, he was not allowed to have his phone at all. Given this, we did not talk at all that week. I came home late on the fourteenth of July and when I saw him the next day, I knew in my heart something was different. He
Growing up I can remember our house always being enveloped by music. Every holiday we had music playing, during summer mornings and weekends our house was woken up the thumping of a drum or the soft string of a guitar. It engulfed our ears with its voice. I can recall a time when I was much younger where under our television was an elephant of a stereo that roared aggressively like a lion when played. I felt as though my heart was going to explode with each beat a song made, it was the best feeling I had ever had. Mother always told me about her time as a child playing the clarinet, “Oh, I loved it” she would exclaim then with a smirk she’d add, “I was very good at it too”. You could see her love of music like it was her makeup. I’d always found music to be fascinating, always wondering how it could make such a thundering, glass shattering sound, then become as gentle as a kitten's purr. Music, when it reached my ears was pure joy, the beats to each instrument meticulously planned out by the artist. The variety of music was even more interesting than the different tempos it could be played at, a genre for every quinquagenarian a new artist for every song you would hear. It was constantly changing, which is why I think I loved it so much, it reminded me of myself.
Guys, gals, peeps, creators, entrepreneurs, and all you wonderful people out there, I am so flipping excited about my life right now. Why am I telling you this? Because I deeply, sincerely, and completely want you to be totally excited about yours, as well!
Your family only loves you because they have to. They only care for you because they have to. Your friends take care of you because they want to. Your friends love you because they chose to. This is the credo that I have lived by my whole life because that is all I have ever known.
I like to describe myself as a bubbly person; I am definitely a glass half full kind of girl; I love sunny days, the color pink, and peppy songs. At the same time I love pretty much anything girly, working with kids, history, reading, animals, hair, makeup, and talking about the Bible. My family has always discussed everything, and I guess that's where my love of discussing things comes from. I am the oldest of five kids and have two brothers, and two sisters. Mckinley is 15, Savanna is 13, Lincoln is 11, and Abel is 4. I have been homeschooled my entire life and enjoy a close relationship with my siblings and parents. My Dad is a state farm agent, but he spends his extra time studying hebrew, and my Mom is a full time homeschool mom and wife/super woman extraordinaire. We live in Davenport, Iowa right on the mississippi river.
I live and breathe music. Music is the reason that I wake each morning; it is the reason I go to school every day, and it is what I spend all of my free time doing. Since the seventh grade, music has been my passion. Because I was raised by parents who introduced me to the joy of music at a young age, music has always offered me great comfort like Blue Box mac and cheese. From an early age I was exposed to many genres of music from classical, to pop, to Jazz, and many others. Since I was an infant, my father shared his love of Mozart, Neil Diamond, and Billie Holiday. In addition to listening to music, I learned to play various instruments over the years beginning when I was four years old when I played “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on the largest pipe organ in Nevada. Unless you count the pots and pans drum set from our kitchen, this was my first experience playing a musical instrument.