Starting school at the age of 3 is an experience that I cannot remember. The experiences I have with education were not always spectacular. Growing up, I went to school every year from the beginning of fall to the end of winter and to the dawn of summer, but I never thought to myself why I considered doing so. Maybe it was because of my devoted parents that I ended up in school early in the mornings or maybe because of my genes that were inherited from the souls of education in Asia. Nevertheless, here I am, ending my long High school career into spending another portion of my life in college. Before I start discussing about how I wasted my 4 years of High School, let’s first learn how I ended up in a basic community college with 70% of
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.
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.
I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.
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.
From the very beginning of the school year, all the teachers have been acknowledging all the things that will prepare us for high school, and I have been thinking nothing about it. I kept telling myself that high school is still so far away. All of a sudden, it has hit me that i’m graduating and moving on to high school. In my short time in District 57, I have learned a vast amount of things from complex equations in math, to managing homework.
More news is coming out about Rob Kardashian and his marriage to Blac Chyna and it does not leave one with a warm fuzzy feeling of support. Kim Kardashian West expresses her outrage over one vital element that everyone entering marriage must have in place. According to Radar Online, April 14, 2016, Rob wants to marry Blac Chyna without a prenuptial agreement and his family is extremely worried that she will take everything that Rob has.
I am writing this letter as an apology for my misunderstanding and ignorance towards your parental judgment in the past. Throughout my younger years, I assumed the worst of your intentions and buried each instruction with frustration and negligence. With the daily directive to practice piano, you pushed me into the most dreadful moment of my life. As such, I figured the worst and assumed that you were forcing me to commit with no respect towards my feelings. However, I have learned these years that your judgment was simply misguided, not malicious. I believe that, as a mother, your decisions were difficult to make and that, regardless of what I felt, you chose the best for me. I assumed you hated me. I now know you made the choices to the best of your abilities. You wanted me to continue piano because it is a
In my dream I was playing at the state soccer championship, and we were versing Spencer. It felt good being able to play this game because no one ever believed we would make it this far. Back to the dream the game just started, and we were trailing behind 1-0. We were all nervous because we thought that it was going to be a 10-0 game like always. All of a sudden I could hear someone out in the fans saying “JUDITH”, and cheering me on. So this made me get pretty excited, and I begun to play so much better, as this happens I pass the ball to Julie, and she just happened to be a the top of the 18 all alone. She shot… AND SHE SCOOORED. The game was now tied. Now there was only 3 minutes of them game left and Julie has the ball at half. (I decided to let Amber go up as a midfielder, and I would stay back to take her spot as a defender so she could make her first and last goal of her HS career.) Now there was a minute left Julie passed it to Amber, and Amber was at a good spot where she could shoot with her left. She took the chance, and scored just that moment we were up by one, and we ended up winning.
From youth, I was surrounded by gifted individuals; my parents, my sisters, my aunts, even my cousins. They were all overachievers, who strove towards one goal. Excellence in their field of medicine. I, quite stubbornly, resisted that which was my calling for the longest time.
Even though I have intense animosity toward my parents at times, they are some of the wisest people I know. For many, wisdom means having an excessive amount of money, gray hairs on their head, and a big family. To me, wisdom is learning from experiences and not repeating the same mistake twice.
Challenging an idea takes a lot of courage. However, if a person fails to challenge an idea that he or she does not believe in, then that person is a quitter. On the other hand, if a person stands up to what he or she believes in, he or she is a fighter who is not afraid to express his or her own opinion. In the past year, I entered a science fair in my school. In my project, I used a common smartphone to analyze the color spectrum of certain dyes. I displayed great interest towards this topic and I promised myself that I would complete the project with the best of my ability. With that promise as a motivation I completed my project and was ready to amaze both the judges and the audience. Little did I know that the path I treaded on was not a straight one.
Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.
Welcome to my outlandish, yet in my opinion, amusing brain! The name presented to me upon birth is Taylor Lee Thompson. Currently, I am suffering through the struggles of junior year at Marion Senior High School. Difficult classes, early mornings, and extracurricular activities have made me an expert in the sport of juggling. The class that has appealed to me the most over the years is Criminal Justice. I found the behind the scenes instruction absolutely riveting! My instructor, Mrs. Hamm, kept me on my toes and I was always learning about crime, criminals, and cases. On the other hand, the class I utterly dread is history. Any and every type of history has always slowly bored me to sleep. I am convinced we are taught the same curriculum
A reoccurring circumstance in my life that I have been apart of for the last couple of years is competing on a cross-country team. For me, running is both exercise and a metaphor. Running day after day, piling up the races, bit-by-bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself. At least that’s why I’ve put in the effort day after day: to raise my own level. Racing for me hasn’t always been this crystal clear. When I first started running there were the wind sprints, suicides, mile runs, max-out days, and the months of conditioning that made me wonder why as athletes we keep giving a 110 percent day in and day out.
For the first six years of my life, I was a content child who enjoyed the companionship of a younger brother and had little to no worries. Then one day in August, my family decided that it was time to move again. This time our destination was Keene Texas, a rather small city whose only notable feature was a modest Seventh Day Adventist University.