My Most Pursing Experience

My freshman year at SMSHS was spent honing my craft as well as pursuing rigorous academics. I found my niche through private oboe lessons, chamber recitals in a trio, and performing as a soloist. Gaining more confidence and maturity, I improved musically and became more open to new

The challenges I have overcome would be getting to know my classmates. I tend to keep to myself, but this program make you step outside of your comfort zone. This class is all about stepping out, learning new things, and being able to be comfortable with these challenges. This class taught me to trust more people and trust is not something I give out easily. This class also make you look at yourself and makes you comfortable in your own skin.

Growing up in a family of eight wasn't always fun and games. I've seen and experienced things people in their adult life couldn't even imagine. The most traumatic event kick-started when I was ten; I observed as anorexia, bulimia, and depression brought my sister Madison close to death. Madison and I shared a room so I had a front row seat to the nights where she would cry herself to sleep and wake in the middle of the night to make herself throw up in the bathroom and leave the house to go run off extra calories. I remember wondering if I should tell my parents about the things I read in her diary. Page after page were graphic entries about how much she hated her body and how badly she desired to be skinny. There was a point in her diary when things transitioned

Experiencing a trauma may change an individual’s life forever. How one experiences it, when he/she experienced it and the severity of the trauma may decide the best treatment options for an individual. However, many factors contribute to the understanding of trauma. There are many definitions that correlate with trauma; however, for the purpose of this paper, trauma will be defined as “a deeply distressing or disturbing experience” (Oxford dictionary). Enduring trauma can affect an individual. This essay discusses how trauma affects development as well as attachment throughout a child’s life using the texts The Lost Boy and Shame, along with additional readings, focusing specifically on childhood trauma.

At the age of ten, I witnessed my father dying from a gunshot wound after a tragic robbery. The emotions that stirred inside after the traumatic event led me to mature much quicker than my peers. It might be strange to mention such a traumatic event in my life, but the fear and anxiety I felt as a child compelled me to seek a creative outlet. Through this creative outlet, I learned to truly feel like a child again.

I went as a Choral Music student. I was an excellent student in high school, which gave me proper academic standing to apply for Governor 's school, but I also had to undergo an audition process as a chorus student. The process involves a solo performance and sight reading. To prepare for this audition I spent about a week researching a song to perform. I had been a chorus kid for a decade, but had never picked a piece for myself before. I enthusiastically listened to dozens of options and eventually picked a song. I also underwent personal growth to prepare. For the first time in my life, I received voice lessons and I diligently studied sightsinging as I would any normal academic topic. Luckily for me, the hard work paid off and I was accepted.

On July 21, 2001 my mother was in an accident at work and she had to have her leg amputated. I was just three years old, and my older brother was four. It took roughly 2 years, and more than 16 surgeries for her to have the ability to walk again. As a child this situation impacted my life traumatically and ever since I was old enough to understand what happened to her I have been inspired to help people who suffer from similar circumstances. Due to poor judgment and amateur choices made by my mothers’ doctors, she still to this day continuously has problems with her leg, which could have easily been avoided. If my mother would have had access to extraordinary or even adequate doctors she would have been able to return to my brother and I much

I’ve lived in Mumbai, India for fourteen years, after which I moved to Northampton, Massachusetts to finish my last two years of high school. I’m currently studying at a college New York, and visit my family in India during breaks at college. My relationship with India has been strained for a while now, as I used to see it as a place that inflicted me with so much pain; but what I’ve realized now is that it was also where I learned the most valuable life lessons.

One of the most traumatizing experiences in my life, was when I was nine years old. I was sitting in my room, then heard a really loud knocking on the door. I heard sirens coming from outside, so I looked out the window and saw nothing but flashing lights. I try to run into the living room to see what was going on, but my mom was trying to block the view. Then seeing Police flood into my house, jerking my older brother off of the cough. They put him into the back of the cruiser and took him to the Police Station. My parents confused, why he was being arrested. They found out that he had gotten into trouble with drugs and theft.

I wish to participate in GSSE for the opportunity to be challenged with different learning activities, learn with people from different backgrounds, and study from teachers with vast learning experience. Based on my TCAP math scores, I qualified to be the first class to participate in the Advanced Math Program. I took seventh and eighth grade level math in seventh grade, and took freshman level math in eighth grade. I graduated as valedictorian of my middle school class, even though I was taking an entire grade level math above my peers. My most challenging experience is taking sophomore geometry as a freshman. I had to work with students with more high school experience, and peers that I didn’t know. I interacted with my peers and succeeded

I write concerning harrowing experience in a judicial hellhole; named West Virginia’s mental health system.

Jean-Jacques Annuand’s The Name of the Rose is a murder mystery with a religious twist that is likely to grab an audiences’ attention. Although the viewer is likely to mistake the repeated soundtrack and the all too often “dazed and confused” expression worn by Adso of Melk (Christian Slater) as de-ja-vu, the captivating story line alongside the talented acting of Sean Connery and many others is enough to push Annuad’s The Name of the Rose beyond the standard of films that addresses the occult.

During the Summer of ***** I made my way to training camp. The sweltering Summer air was unforgiving. It felt like a cloud of heat was just entrapping me wherever I went. I had to travel for what seemed like days to reach the training camp. The buses were infrequent and covered in filth. The insides of those buses were almost twenty degrees warmer than the outside. I literally fought people to be next to the windows because I was sure that if the bullets weren’t going to kill me, the heat exhaustion would. After what seems like years in that awful bus (Mule) I reached the training camp.

I love learning in school. But sadly, I ended up having a rough time at the end of my senior year. I moved to Oklahoma from Illinois before I finished the last year of high school, and after I move it was hard to get adjusted to a new school. I hope you enjoy my essay!

When I was twelve years old I went through one of the most traumatic experiences a girl of that age thinks they can go through, I moved. Not only had my family moved but as a result I had to switch schools and essentially restart my life. No longer were the days of taking public transit to my urban hip school now I would have to become accustom to taking a white bus that made it’s trip through the suburban neighborhood that I would have to now call my home. Almost upon arrival I was dubbed as being different and therefore unapproachable by my peers. Just beginning what would end up being my Goth phase my black lipstick and “spooky” attire had no place in the cookie cutter environment of my new dwellings.