"Um, why does any of this matter to you." Disbelief swept over my mind, I couldn't believe the attitude. It was my first day as a mentor in success when I quickly realized this was not going to be an easy year. The girl that I was chosen to mentor became my biggest challenge. She refused to work, much less talk to me. Over time she began to open up, I soon found out what no one wants to hear, she did not have a very stable, content home life. Although it was difficult to keep her motivated with these struggles constantly in the back of her mind, I knew I had to be understanding. We worked together day after day, on her grades as well as her overall well being. The university motto, Ut Prosim - (That I May Serve) was the foundation of our learning
2. I would make a great mentor because I am good at listening to people and being understanding. I also was a mentor this year and I learned a lot about how to be a good role model for others and how to give good advice. I feel that next year I can be an even better mentor as I will have had a year of experience doing so. Also, because my brother will be an incoming freshman this year and that, through basketball, I have met many other 8th graders, I will not only know many students in this grade, but also know how to relate to them.
One thing I believe is a necessity in growing up is having a mentor. Having a mentor is, not only, beneficial for the mentee but also the mentor. Being a mentor is a learning experience for everyone participating, it helps people grow as a person and friendships are created when a bond if formed. Some people might think it's a waste of time for a child or that it'll never work out for a troubled delinquent but based on the research I've done, I have proven them wrong. Through-out this paper I will provide the pros and cons of mentoring and how they affect both mentor and mentee. To back up my proposal that mentoring is supporting, I will supply examples to answer the question: Is mentoring really important?
I am the way I am because of my father, he drives me to get an education, and he wants me to be better than him. My dad constantly tells me “tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you’re going to be.” This quote means significantly to me because when I was in 6th grade I would hang out with the wrong crowd, later when I was a freshman, I made new friends, better friends, and the ones that push me to strive. My mom is my rock, she struggles sometimes since she raised my brother and I alone, but she always finds a way to get us what we need for school and sports that we play in. I have this picture of my brother, my cousin, and I in front of our house when we first bought it, it’s been 17 years that I’ve been living in it. It may not be the nicest house, but its payed off and I have a roof over my head, to me that’s all that matters. My neighborhood is actually quiet, I have 3 neighbors that are nice people, when we go out of town they watch our house for
As a child, I was quiet and withdrawn. I taught myself to read when I was three, and spent most of my time reading instead of playing with other children. I understood very early that I was different from others at school. I didn’t have to pay for lunch, something I found (and to be honest, still find) completely mortifying. My father was almost never home, always trucking all over the country in an effort to keep our family afloat. When other kids talked about their dads in school, I often found myself feeling jealous. I, too, wanted a dad who could teach me how to ride a bike or throw a ball. I also understood that it was impossible for me to have that, because my father worked around the clock to keep my family from going hungry. I realized that in order to achieve the things that I wanted to, i would have to take the initiative and do it myself. I borrowed my sister’s bike (although it was much too tall for me to use comfortably), and I practiced riding it until i knew i was better at it than any other 7 year
I was raised in a middle class environment with an unorthodox family. I have three siblings, all of us adopted. My brother is named Ethan and we are two years apart from each other. He is also a mix of so many different races that I cannot keep track of how many there are. After him, there are my sisters, Jackie and Josie. They are African-American twins who are five years younger than me. They are very sporty and athletic, while I try to avoid sports as much as I can. I have both a mother and a father, Robin and Paul Schlegel, who were both born and raised in Indiana. I was born in Sheboygan, Wisconsin and moved to a town called New Palestine, Indiana when I was only a few months old. New Palestine is an average-sized town where everyone knows
My grandmother is a God-fearing woman who will give to the homeless without having a home herself without any reasoning or motive but because that is who she is. She is a woman who walks by faith and not by sight, never discouraged by the trials put before her while constantly being an encouragement and blessing into other people’s lives. My grandmother is a gentle soul filled with poise and wisdom and has relinquished some of these qualities unto me in ways that I discover each and every day. My mother is a strong-willed woman who desires not only to be heard but also acknowledged. She has been my supporter in everything that I do continually pushing me to what I thought were my limits only to realize that I had been pushed way beyond that point. She has taught me to be proud of who I am and what I’ve done and most importantly to follow the beat of my own drum or as she would say “Don’t be no flunky “! Because of her I am an opposing component of a flunky, I am dynamic. Yes, I am a mixture of these women. While I am bold and confident in everything that I do, I am also heedful in the way I treat others. I thrive for greatness but was never ignorant with my platform in encouraging others to do the same. while I have become fond of being different, I have never aimed to disconnect from the
I have overcome many obstacles within my life and I am proud of where I am today. To start, my full name is Samantha Heart LeClair. My life began on December 21st 1995, in Kingston; however, I moved to Sydenham for four years at which time my family returned back home. I’ve attended three elementary schools, two high schools and now two colleges. I am currently taking the Community Service Worker (CSW) program at Trillium College. In elementary school, I played soccer and basketball, and was involved with the track team. For extracurricular activities, I tried hip-hop dance classes, ballet classes and piano classes. My family is limited, but the ones who are an active part of my life mean the world to me. I was raised to believe family comes first and in the end, family will be there. Throughout my life journey, I have come to realize this is very accurate. My mother is my best friend. She has always been there to support every decision and bring light on my dark days. My brother, Zackery, is three years older than I. Throughout the years, we have had many falling outs, but he is still one of my closest friends. My stepdad, Dan, isn’t just an ordinary stepdad; he is my dad. Dan has been a better father figure than my biological father, which is why I consider him my actual father. It takes more than just creating a life to be a father; it takes good parenting, patience and unconditional love to be one. The latest addition to my family is my eight month old son,
There were lots of moments where no one would understand where I was coming from or what I was going through. However this growing up has shaped me into who I am, and what I want to do with my life. After caring so much for my family I’ve realized I want to spend my entire life focused on making my community and world a greater place. I was everyone to feel the love and caring they deserve, especially the children of the world. By going into social work I hope to work with children in the foster care system. I know what it’s like to be defined by something. Being defined by my dad’s illness defined me for most of my life, just like foster kids are labeled simply as a number. They need a voice, and I want to be that. Everyone deserves someone to lean on and someone to count on. Growing up the way I did allows me to show empathy in all ways to those around me, and I love it. I wouldn’t be the same person I am now if my dad wasn’t who he is. I’ve gained empathy, compassion, understanding, and most of all acceptance. I believe those are the qualities all foster and adoption impacted children need to see in life. They need people around them who believe they can actually succeed in life, instead of simply pass
One of my early mentors — I’ll call him James — was a well-known trial lawyer in Peoria. I met James in January 1983, the same month that I opened my law practice. He started out by giving me research and writing projects. Before long, I was covering his court hearings and helping him prepare cases for trial.
Growing up as the oldest of five children taught me valuable lessons such as taking on responsibility at a young age and becoming a role model for my siblings. My fierce independence derived from watching my mother raise us as a single parent for the majority of her life. The hardships of a broken family were rough at times, but in retrospect, they made me the strong-minded and hard working person I am today. I often took on responsibilities around the house and helped care for my siblings as my mother worked multiple jobs to provide for us. The challenges of my upbringing have allowed me to empathize easily with people who face a wide range of
My Mentor was Timothy Marien. He is a Wildlife Biologist and an NR Program Specialist. This means that he has a great amount of information about Chronic Wasting Disease(CWD) and has study it for many years. Infact if you go onto a Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources(WIDNR) and look into CWD and you're trying to find the main contact about CWD Timothy Marien is the one you will find on the right side of the page. He is a great guy and can help you if you need to get any information that you're concerned about he will direct you into the right way and do his very best to help you.
Through my platform and partnership with this organization, I have been able to raise money to pair brothers and sisters, serve as a mentor myself, and share my testimony as a keynote speaker at several events. Because I am an only child and became a latch-key child at just nine years old, I was always lonely at home waiting for my single mother to return from work. This situation did not help my shyness, and eventually my grandmother suggested that I request a big sister from the Big Brothers Big Sisters Organization. Not long after, I was matched with my big sister, Angela, and my life was forever changed because she believed in me when I did not believe in myself. Hearing your own mom tell you how amazing you are never seems to have much of an effect, but hearing it from someone outside of your family who genuinely wants the best for you is irreplaceable. Because having a role model greatly impacted the course of my life, I want to provide the opportunity for anyone to have a mentor to develop skills they need. While my quiet disposition followed me for years after I had a mentor, my confidence could not be shaken. Without a positive mentor in my life, I never would have had the bravery to stand on my first stage or even
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Tanequa Cox. Born and raised in Miami, Florida now 30 years of age, I am the older of two children from my loving mother and late father. My mother who is also my best friend sacrificed her life to ensure a contented lifestyle for us, by working hard. She instilled values into her two beautiful children, which lead us to be career oriented individuals, who is obstinate and driven to break generational bondages. In addition, my mother keeps me saintly; believing once I discover my purpose in life, set realistic goals, and pursue them. Goals such as continuing my education, land the career of my choice, travel the world, and form a healthy family.
My mother relocated to Birmingham, Alabama my first year of high school seeking a better life. Apparently, my father started to miss having his family because he went from being a “ghost father” to a “pop up father”. My father was here one moment and gone the next; he was constantly in and out of our lives. Initially, my classmates scrutinized and ridiculed me for having a fatherless household. I felt destitute and powerless. I needed to find someone or something to influence me in a better way by helping me change from a boy into a man. I became a recluse, never interacting with anyone.