Since I was a child, I’ve had quite the knack for rushing. I was one who could never stop, just keep going. I knew I had so much to achieve yet so little time as well as someone with a goal. However, until now I never realized how much sorrow the loss of a goal can cause. It just slips through fingers as if it was clear water. After pushing and struggling for so long, the prize was just beyond my reach. Alas, I would never reach out and grab it. The little change made such a big impact. To others the change that I’m reciting is not a very important feat, in fact it is a change many would laugh at. However, only I can see its importance, as it is I who has lost it. This all starts with a small video game that I know now made me the ambitious …show more content…
Now even if you’re laughing, you should know that there are so many people out there like me. It’s the same as losing a football game at the finals or breaking your leg before a major dance performance. In that case so much energy has been put to achieve a goal and it is the same in this case. The reason this change from a 4.0 to a 3.9 affected me so much was a type of peer pressure and denial. Ever since I started school I have been labeled as someone who shouldn’t fail, and if I ever did people would judge me for it. My peers would say I always got As, but if I ever got a B they would revel in the fact that I made a mistake, and I started believing them. I started obsessing over my grade, pulling all nighters just to perfect a paper or stuff more information into my head for a test. Then I had a head injury and couldn’t learn or think as fast, which caused my 4.0 to slowly change to a 3.9. This had never happened to me before, I could never say I was a straight A student anymore. I grew obsessive over this and I was devastated. I knew that I was at a disadvantage with the head injury, and I didn’t let life go on like I should have. I didn’t understand at the time that this wasn’t a big deal, but now I accept this was just another change I had to overcome and that this wasn’t the end of the world. I will still persevere but a small mistake will not distress me ever
Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.
As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting
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Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences
Hi Professor. while I was taking the quiz run out time, I did not realized the time was ending. So did not get a time to send, I answered all questions, but I was rechecking to make sure it all right and saved. I think it were couple of questions that I did not saved too. I real liked having second
For the last six years, I have been given the opportunity to competitively show jump. Competing has taught me a variety of lessons, including how to manage my commitments. Five times a week, I spend three hours at the barn, and throughout the year I spend various weekends competing. Though I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else, it doesn’t leave me with much spare time at the end of the night. Throughout the years, I have learned how to manage my social life, school work, and riding. I quickly realized that even though coming home from the barn at eight p.m and playing rock band until two a.m is way more exciting than doing homework for the rest of the night, that plan of action wasn’t going to do me any good. As a result of my past mistakes
Yesterday I had a full practical driving test. I went in prepared and happy. However, in the beginning of the test as I was identifying hazards my driving test coordinator wasn't pleased with how I was listing them and told me to change the way I was speaking. She said this twice, and on the second time she said this she said that this was my "last warning". For example I was saying, "Making sure that the oncoming car stays on it's right, as I stay on my left", and she very forcefully wanted me to say, "Keeping an eye on the oncoming cars..." This I found frustrating as "Making sure", and "Keeping an eye", are quite synonymous to each other. Also, I have taken my defensive driving course, gone on a drive with a
Something I will be reflecting on from my 8th grade year ,and how this will change myself for freshmen year. I did study a lot through the whole year of 8th grade,and i should have.I feel 8th grade could have gone better for me if i did things differently like preparing myself for hard tests, I never studied till the end of the year when i found out it really helped me out.
When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.
Currently my garde is laying at a C, and I could not figure why it was so low untill I saw I was missing a whole entire untit of homework. I checked my binder and saw that I already had it done and was wondering if you entered the grades wrong. If not I was wondering if you could allow me to show it to you for credit or do some extra
What I’m about to type was done late at night on random days with little to no spell check. So if I write something and it makes no sense at all, please let me know and I’d be happy to explain.
I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.
What defines me is my drive to help people, and the adrenaline and mental high I get from doing it. I can accredit this to my Aunt Rhonda who was a Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) During my early childhood. I remember her letting me sit on her lap after she got back from a long weekend of volunteering, and me marveling over her stories of the shift. By the time I got to elementary school, I had started carrying extra band-aids in my backpack so as to save the life of a possible wounded classmate. When I got into middle school, I was familiar with the first responder standards of care and had my own basic medical bag. I spent my weekends reading “Grey's Anatomy” and watching endotracheal intubation demonstrations on youtube instead of doing my homework. But everything I
In the nineteenth Century the kitchen worked as the machinery. It had to be the biggest room of the plan in order to support all the apparatus needed for the housework: the stove, the sewing machine and the fridge were basically built in architecture elements. That results in a very unhealthy and harsh environment that keeps the house working. Each family had its own house and its own land where their own food was produced and their own clothes were sewn by the enslaved housewife: the whole system was based in isolation (Hayden, 1982). It is curious to notice how Woman 's History started changing around design iterations of this once oppressive space.