Over the last several days, in preparation for this paper and my upcoming interviews, I have done quite a bit of reflection into myself. I have examined carefully the experiences I have had in all areas of my life, namely in a professional setting, within my educational background, and amidst my personal life. I have scrupulously singled out the most prominent and valuable strengths I have, as well as the challenges which impede me the most and are in need of the greatest amount of improvement. Finally
through all trails and heartache I will always point my focus toward God, but I do not know what my future holds. No matter what is happening I want to understand that I have a friend, someone on my side, who wishes that I succeed and already has planned my life. Still, I always worry that when my life is no longer in a state of ease and only academic stress plagues my mind, I won’t find the same sunlit joy and steadfast love in God that I do when my life has minimal disturbance. While I have toyed with
What I saw in front of me was a spitting image of my reflection, only this reflection lacked my empty brown eyes, his hair was not a tattered mess, and his posture was not sluggish but upright like that of a soldier, he wore the same clothes that I was wearing a white t-shirt only his had no coffee stains and his blue jeans were not torn up at the knees his white shoe laces were not stringing apart. He had piercing brown eyes with a smug smile it seemed his entire being resonated confidence and
were always curious about my past experience and my outlook on life. With everything in life going fast paced, I never had that chance to fulfill that curiosity. At the moment, I am taking a sociology class which makes me look at my life from a sociological standpoint and I want to share with you some of my experiences and how it is influenced by society. Growing up, I was born to a working lower-class family, where my parents did their best to make end meets. My parents struggle to enroll
Introduction Life is hard. Life throws curveballs and throws a wrench in your plans from time to time. Sometimes this life on Earth can be more than we ever could imagine. And sometimes it gets the best of us. But what do we really know about our life and our purpose on Earth? How soon do we know about God, our Creator? Who is really in control of our lives? Man vs. a higher power? We are born, and idealistically raised by a family, or a family unit of some kind, in a world of uncertainties and
It is a gloomy and stormy night I see myself sleeping in my bed. Suddenly I am awaken by the sound of footsteps coming towards my room. The door of my room is slammed open; I see a shadow approaching me. I know it is a man but I am not able to see his face clearly because the room is covered with fog. I then feel a force over power my body like if this person has fallen on me. I could feel that this person is hurting me because my body is in pain. I am afraid because I do not know who this person
Complete anguish filled my husband 's face as he stuck his shovel into the orange brown clay scooping the freshly dug dirt and flinging it over the plain wooden box that held his brother 's ashes. I wiped my eyes, my heart breaking for not only my husband, but his dad and older brother PB had died five months earlier, but between the nasty winter weather and everyone 's work schedules, we hadn 't found time to intern his ashes or hold a memorial service. They 'd forecast rain earlier that morning
This I Believe My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old and my father ended up raising me for the majority of my child to adult life. Though my mother was around, she was also very busy with her new husband and family, leaving time for me hard to obtain. Regardless, my father spent every free moment he had nurturing my passions, instilling values and teaching me life lessons that I still follow today. I have never been an outspoken or outgoing personality, choosing rather to be humble and
said, “Life is like riding a bicycle, in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving.” The summer of 2016, I moved here from Southeastern Wisconsin. Focusing on being positive was rough. Leaving friends and family felt like the end of the world for me. I have always thought moving here was a mistake, that I could do something about it. I have learned that I cannot do anything about it, so I might as well take Einstein’s advice and keep moving forward. I made a goal on the last day of my Junior
Through my whole life I had always been told college was going to be hard. I kept that in mind while choosing classes. I came across women’s studies and instantly thought I knew so much about it that I could take that class and easily do well. I registered for the class and then thought about how the class really had nothing to do with my major. We were probably just going to talk about the history of the women’s rights movements and feminism. I thought about dropping the class seeing as there was