My Personal Statement On My Life

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

My vision as an undergraduate student of the Haskayne School of Business (HSB) is to become a well-rounded influential leader and equip myself with a set of skills and values that will enhance me as an individual in my career. Thus, my goal is to succeed academically and socially, graduating with a distinction and having built strong relationships.

Pursing a career as a medical doctor is an opportunity for me to mentor youth in underserved populations. As a child, I was raised in the low income, urban community of Roxbury, MA. Although not as notorious today, the neighborhood had garnered negative attention for its high crime rates. My mother emigrated from Haiti and raised me as a single parent. Due to our financial circumstance, Roxbury became our permanent residence. I have always felt there was something lacking in Roxbury in comparison to other towns I visited. My teenage years were largely spent in the suburban town of Stoneham where I attended high school. There was a literal difference in air quality and a psychology contrast in future prospects. While native students of

There are few certainties of what one will encounter during life. A common joke names two: death and

I was born the fourth of December 1991 in Cranbrook British Columbia. I lived there for 18 years. Before joining the military I worked as a fry cook at a Burger King for three years and held part time jobs working for the College of the Rockies summer camp programs during the summer. My parents are currently living together in Cranbrook BC. My father works outside the province testing railway tracks for two months at a time, then returns home for two to three weeks. My mother acts as the main contact point of the family, she works as a financial clerk. I have a 22 year old sister who will be attending university in Calgary this September. I attended Mount Baker Secondary School in Cranbrook and graduated in 2009

It was a normal morning, still laying down in the warm embrace of my down comforter. I set my daily alarm to go off at 5:50 a.m., and after about 5 clicks of the snooze button, I muster up the courage to emerge from the sheets like a kodiak leaving hibernation.

The harsh sound of the alarm shatters my dream and I open my eyes to a white ceiling and pristine white sheets. Another nightmare where I was in a morning treadmill session that never ended, shackled to the slick, black running machine and forced to put one leg in front of the other. “Good Morning Residents of Moloch. This is your daily reminder of your importance to humanity. You are the beacon of hope for this society. By remaining in this condensed space we are allowing the outside world to rejuvenate and become the beautiful place it once was. By continuing sustainable practices and living a healthy lifestyle. I let the words wash over me and will that I can lie in this comfortable warm bed forever. But soon the blankets lift up automatically

At six a.m. I tumbled out of bed at the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I’m never ready for it when it happens. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and as I steadily got up to

I groaned sleepily and stretched, allowing my eyes to open slowly. “Nova! Hey, you’re awake. How are you, babe?” Phoenix asked as he felt my forehead again. I tried to sit up, but a dizzying pain stopped me. I squeezed my eyes shut and lowered my aching head back onto my pillow. “Could be better,” I decided. “Understandable. You were passed out all day,” Phoenix reasoned. “Hey, how did you bring me back to my car anyway? I don’t think they have wheelchairs in the nurse’s office,” I added, genuinely curious. Phoenix chuckled a little. “I picked you up?” he informed, phrasing it as a question as though he expected the answer to be obvious. “Really? I wasn’t too heavy?” “Nah, I work out, remember?” he grinned. I smiled weakly in

Nevertheless, I still had to wake up sooner or later – the indestructible reality. Someone from the outside was calling my name and asking for me. This person needed me and needed me to wake up right now. I could not hear anything, but I knew that an urgent request was sent and I must respond to it. Just like responding to the alarm when it was way too early, I struggled to get back my conscious and get my body

“Good night mom,” I called as I closed the door to my room , flicked off the lights, and headed towards my bed. I glanced over at the tiny white screen of my alarm clock. It read 10:45 p.m. I laid down, closed my eyes, and let my mind wander until a dark veil draped over my eyes and I entered the world of sleep.

The sun hits like a bullet of faith and then suddenly I am wide awake. The buzzing of the alarm clock suddenly stops, seven thirty, the numbers read. I pull my comforter tighter under my chin and close my eyes, fully intending to get up in a few minutes, but not yet. I can not do it yet. Unfortunately, my Mother is always there to wake up on time. The listlessness of my voice surprises me. I groan and fold the thick layers of blankets off of me. The frigid December air pounces. As I watch, thousands of tiny bumps germinate on my arms, and the fine hairs stand alarmingly straight. I stretch my arms and yawn away the sleep out of me, the day starts.

In our lives, we have to make important choices, and sometimes our choices determine our happiness or sadness. As a Filipino, our families tell us to do well in school and to not make bad choices because they want us to be successful and to have ethical morals. Growing up as a Catholic, I was taught to be obedient and respectful to my family which has shaped who I am today. Yet, I too made some mistakes, and I learned from the consequences. From my failures, I learned to not belittle myself, but to grow.

My personal mission statement is as follows: To be a positive and influential person in society while still being myself at all times.

I have a wide range of skills and knowledge that I have acquired throughout my personal and professional life. I can communicate with different types of people regardless of age, race or class. I have accessed a huge range of courses that have enabled me to develop interpersonal skills including negotiation and dealing with different types of people and personalities. I also have the knowledge, drive and enthusiasm to work alone when required as I am self-motivated and can meet targets and deadlines. I believe that challenges are best met positively by developing and improving knowledge and skills and through professional reflective dialogue that leads to change. I am very hard-working and reliable. I work well under pressure achieving a high standard of work. I have practical and organisational skills and I can find solutions to problems and face challenges confidently.