I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of …show more content…
I stayed at the same school, Standiford, for two years then when I needed my friends the most I switched schools. I soon made new friends and in turn a new group to lean on and to have for support. Everything was looking up and things started getting better, that we until the summer when I was going to start the sixth grade. Over summer my mom told my brother and I that she had meet someone and that we were going to move, to the mountains. Just when I felt at home, safe, and that my life was looking up all of the blocks I built over the years came crashing down and I had to start all over. We moved up to the mountains and I hated my mom, at the time for what she was doing to my brother and I. Thankfully it didn’t last long, we were out of there in a week, an incident occurred and we left. We had nowhere to go and we didn’t know what to do. Then, my aunt called and we moved in with her, my uncle, and cousin in Lodi. I was still upset that I wasn’t home, in Modesto, but at least I was with family. About half way through the school year my mom gets a call from a friend in Modesto for a job offering, this was the happiest day of my life, so we packed up and moved back down to Modesto with my
With a little less than a week left of school my mom took us to school to drop off our books. While there I stopped in a class and said goodbye to all my friends. I didn’t say anything to them until that day, I said goodbye we hugged and I left. On the drive over to the new place it ended up raining making it an even worse day. The new place was nowhere close to how nice our old place was, the new was a beaten up old trailer in an old trailer park in Amelia. My uncle and aunt already had 5 kids
While you're working at the rescue station, the phone rings of a missing father who hasn't been seen in 5 months after going to Mount. Everest. You think to yourself, "Why should I save them? They risked their life, so now you are going to risk ours?" Well, this is what you have been training for, for half your life. Training for this long will finally pay off. The man's life matters too and it is in danger, so he needs to be saved. People do have the right to rescue services when they put themselves at risk.
Two years ago in fifth grade was a great year until one something happened, something that was not going to make the year better, but make the year worse. I was sitting in my room watching TV when mom yells from the living room, “Kandace! Can you come here please?”. I pause the show and walk out of the room and sit on the couch she looks at her phone and then at me, “ Katelynn and Andrea are moving to Arizona.” she says in a sad voice, My heart stopped. In my head, I just kept thinking It’s a joke, she is just kidding, why would they move so far away? but she wasn’t they were really moving to Arizona, and I had no idea why.
Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.
It's time to travel to the part of the world most conducive to long-term post apocalyptic survival and then start building the base of your dreams, but that leaves the big question, "Where are you going to go to escape the zombie hordes and live in your self sustaining utopia?" Let's stop and realistically think about the resources you'll need. First, major cities are definitely out, too many people. You're looking for a place with a low population density, that is to say, a low number of people crammed into every square kilometer of that city. You can already quickly eliminate the coastlines of most continents, including Australia, all of eastern Asia, most of the middle eastern India and everywhere in Europe. From there, we need to think about the
For many, their formative years have a large influence on who they become as adults. This can happen in many different ways including new experiences, discovering a new sport or hobby, and uncovering what they are passionate about. For me, this was falling in love with a new language from a very young age and becoming very interested in the culture that was associated with it.
Failure is truly negative if we choose to not learn from it. When we face setbacks and difficulties, we are given golden opportunities to grow as people. Learning from our shortcomings makes us wiser, stronger, and unveils a chance to turn an undesirable outcome into a building block of character. My hockey career has been a sinusoidal trail of highs and lows, but I always learned from the downturns.
I have started working for Staples in Burlington, MA as a Part-time Sales Associate since June 9th, 2016 and I am currently working. My responsibility as a Sales Associate is to be responsible for providing excellent customer service. Perform front end responsibilities such as cashier, returns, and reserve online pick up in store. Utilize operational interactivity to comfortably connect with customers. Respond resourcefully to customer requests and concerns. Process accurate and efficient sale and return transactions. Understand and utilize selling skills to engage and present solutions to customer. Able to multitask on assorted merchandising and sales responsibilities.
When I first began thinking about college, freshman year of high school, I was excited but very nervous at the same time. I wanted to make sure I chose the right school for both myself and my career. I knew I wanted somewhere close to home, but not too close. UNC Wilmington was the perfect fit for me all around. Being only two hours from home and having the academics I needed, I knew that was the college for me. After being here for only two weeks, I can already say, I made a good decision.
Spending the past 18 years in the military has expanded my photo album and memory book. I was afforded the opportunity to visit foreign countries, be exposed to new cultural foods and meeting lifelong friends; however, they do not hold up to the one life experience during this time I hold dear to my heart. The forever grateful experience is raising my nephew… my son, Nicholas. Nicholas was nine years of age when he made the move to my first duty station in Layton, Utah. I was only 19. Nick is now 22 and is a graduate of Logan State University, Logan, Utah. He received dual degrees in Finance and Economics in 2013 in only three years! He is the driving force behind my goal to graduate from Colorado Christian University. He has a rough start
Everything was normal and calm until the storm hit. A storm of anxiety, emotions, stress, and aggravation. It was a flood of overwhelming feelings that I had no clue how to manage. Imagine, one day, not being able to do all the regular things you once did. For a period of time, your life.
I feel the breeze of air on my face as I walk through the sliding glass doors of my local Whole Foods. A colorful array of flowers, fruits, and vegetables await me, arranged in aesthetically pleasing displays that entice my senses and draw me into the store. As I make my way towards the produce, I am met with two arrangements of apples, one of them with an organic sign plastered across it. The words of praise towards organic rings in my ears as I try to decide between these two nearly identical looking pieces of fruit. Hesitantly, I grab the more expensive, organic brand, leaving behind the ripe, less pricey, and perfectly reasonable apples.
As a 16 year old young man, when I think about responding to a writing prompt asking me to describe an event that I consider a launch pad towards gaining maturation, the first things that should come to my mind are getting my first job, graduating from high school, or being accepted into the college of my choice. This was not the case for me. The event that I feel has marked my transition from childhood to manhood would be the conversation that my mother had with me after the shooting death of Trayvon Martin.
The big day for me had arrived where I would receive my diploma and graduate. Knowing that I worked very hard, I was excited for this day when I would finally finish school and be able to find a job. I won’t need to write any more essays and just get a job and go to work everyday. During the ceremony, they called my name, and I walked onto the stage, to receive my diploma. That’s when I woke up and realized I’m only 14 and have only 4 more years to apply for college. After groaning, I noticed that my grades are ok but not strong enough to get into college. I’m still on a long journey that I have to take to get accepted into University of Washington. Although I don’t possess the grades to make it in, and although I waste a bunch of time procrastinating
Days after I graduated eighth grade, I woke up in the middle of the night with the worst pain of my life: a stabbing in my stomach. I reluctantly woke up my parents, and they decided we should drive to the emergency room. The stabbing feeling persisted as I curled up in the back seat trying to block out the pain. We finally arrived at the hospital, and I somehow staggered to the entrance. Right outside, I threw up and then began to panic realizing that whatever was happening was more serious than a simple stomach ache. After this point most of what occurred was a blur; the only thing I remember is being transferred to Stanford Children’s Hospital.