In 2002, I was born in China. I was abandoned by my birth parents in the Hunan Province, in Yiyang City; they left me in front of a community center. I lived in an orphanage there for first fifteen months of my life. In 2003, I was adopted by my mother, who was single at the time. My mother lived in New York City in a townhouse on East 73rd Street. During my initial two and a half years in New York, I often begged my mother for a father. My dream for a father came true. At age four, my mother got married, and we moved into my new father’s apartment, across from the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
We have since moved to Katonah, NY, forty-five miles north of the city, for various reasons; one being that I had a love for space and outdoor activities, such as horseback riding and swimming. During those years in school in Katonah, my sport activities included basketball and soccer. I particularly revel in basketball,
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Ceramics is one of my true passions. It began when I was very young and continued through a 5-week summer program at Choate in 2016, and now at Fay as my favored art class. At Choate, I advanced significantly in ceramics, learning and developing new clay and glazing techniques; one of the methods I created was a marbling technique which impressed my fellow students and was used by upper classmen for the rest of the summer. In my present ceramics class at Fay, I have worked on hand building pieces, whistles, and using slabs to create boxes, vases. I am hoping to get onto the Varsity Art team next year.
This year at Fay I have been lucky enough to be included in a teaching program for the lower schoolers. Math and art are two of my strongest subjects, so, my work with the lower schoolers has been in these areas. I get exceptional satisfaction helping younger children
I was born on a cold October morning, well that is something my mother always told me. Perhaps, that is one of the many reasons why I enjoy cold days and drinking coffee. I have live my whole life in Chicago, but I do have dreams of moving somewhere else. My family consisted of my father, mother, and sister, who is my twin, for eighteen years. However, in the past month a new family member got added, Toma Heroine Touka, my kitten. It is a really funny story how she came to be added to my family. It all started when I told my dad “If Germany wins that World Cup, then he should get me a cat.” My dad took it as a joke, but accepted it. Time passed and I saw that I would never get a cat that I can call my own. It was around late November when
“Every time you dream at night, the dream has holes in it. You have to do something to fix those holes and make the dream become a reality,” my father often told me. Although I was very young when my dad passed away, he provided tremendous inspiration and encouragement to pursue my passions that continue to influence my life and my future endeavors. As a child, one of my favorite pastimes was acting; I would routinely act in videos with my friend while my dad filmed us. Later, I assumed responsibility for filming while my friend would act. I instantly fell in love with videography. I was enthralled with how videography could capture my point of view of the world, which prompted me to try photography. Once I began photography, I knew I wanted
I was born in the East African nation of Ethiopia and lived there for the majority of my life. I recently moved to the United States, specifically to New York City. I was the first born to my family, Unlike every other kid in my neighborhood, I, for one, did not spend my childhood singing kumbaya with others. I had a reason to stay behind, but my mother had a more convincing one, every time I tried to play with others I ended up in heated fights, most of the time unaware of the reasons behind said fights. So I obeyed my folks and remained home. While at home, I found different methods to kill time; keep my mind engaged through comic books. Every now and then, my aunts and uncles from America would come to visit and leave me with their children’s DVDs or their comics to keep as a souvenir.
that she had a male, Igor Gentsaryuk, in custody for DUI near the 3700 block of
That day I learned something the hard way being scared on a ride. Most people might think about that ride being fun but when being on a ride with having drops you get scared. Especially if you haven't rode any rides that drop. When the place says its suppose to The Happiest Place on Earth!
Imagine a couple flying millions of miles to adopt two children who have been abandoned by their parents. They gave me a second chance at a better life in the US. It all started in 2001, Saint Petersburg Russia, Carrie and Brendan flew over the seas. Traveled to a tiny town called Luga to pick up my brother and I. I was dressed in a child's dress and two hot pink bows. I was too young to remember most of these events but I’ve been told many times how it went. I was very curious when my parents came to meet me in the orphanage that I stayed in.
I took a ceramics class at my high school. I felt overjoyed every time when my piece came out the kiln still in tact with the vibrant glazes adding to its beauty. My proudest work produced was my Day of the Dead inspired skull.
As the frost crept up my window, each snowflake was perfectly plastered in front of me. They seemed as if they were putting on a show just for me, and I couldn’t help but imagine that there were tiny people living in each one. The soft hum of my mother’s CD’s played in the background as my little brother was fast asleep to my right. I brushed my fingers through my dolls knotted hair, feeling the itchy yarn envelope each finger. Looking out the window again all I saw were cars speeding past us, all rushing to get to their own winter plans.
Born in California and raised in the deep south, I grew up in two conflicting societies. The cultural geography of both areas differs on a magnitude of levels and complicated my development into the cultures around me, however in retrospect influenced me to be a multidimensional and considerate person. At a young age my parents introduced me to progressive values. During the developmental toddler stages, I immersed myself in two different cultures: what I experienced at school and what I experienced at home. Charleston, South Carolina embodies small-town society though the Greater Charleston Area expands rapidly each year, pulling migrants, including my family, to the growing city. The overwhelmingly conservative views of Traditional Charleston
I found my home in the ceramics department a little over a year ago after a slightly distressing period of exploration. I was initially won over by the tactile nature of clay but I soon discovered that ceramics encompassed everything I wanted in a medium. I have the freedom to move between art and design and with its virtually endless possibilities of making, the field of ceramics will always keep my curious mind fed.
Another recent passion and extracurricular that I discovered last year was ceramics. Whenever I create a piece, I strive to make it unique and push the boundaries of my imagination, making bowls or miniature palaces that
I find it slightly unfitting to write an autobiography at the young age of 18. Personally, I feel as if my perspective is not the same as many people my age. This is the word of someone who was born in the wrong generation; the story of someone who feels so different from other young adults. Someone born years too late, with still so much to learn can be conflicting.
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Throughout life, people are influenced by others when it comes to career paths. For example, career paths can be directed by our backgrounds such as family and culture. The career path I chose has been influenced by family and those who support me and encourage me during school. The career path, I have chosen is to work with women survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault. I will discuss how self-assessments helped me gain an understanding, which careers might be worth pursuing because of my interests.
For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.