Personal Narrative: My Working Harder

While the application was throughouh in most of its different sections, I would like to take the time to write more about me as a person, and my personal work ethic. While it could be assumed that I am a good student from my high honors and my advanced classes, those are all just numbers. Numbers cannot justify someone as a good or a bad student. It is my belief that the personal ethic and strageis to schooling along with drive for success is what sets apart the great students from the good students.

I constantly have people asking me why I try so hard in school, why I take hard classes, or why I took a hard schedule for my senior year of high school. A lot of my classmates call me crazy for being such a “try hard,” and they tell me I should have taken an easy senior year. I always just joke back, “I don’t know, maybe I’m just a nerd,” and then we all chuckle and move on to talk about fantasy football or something. I do not take hard classes because I think it is fun staying up till two in the morning a couple nights a week doing homework. I have a 4.0+ GPA and score a 28 on my ACT because I stay up until two in the morning doing homework. I stay up until two in the morning doing homework because I have a dream to get accepted to Colorado State University and to major in biomedical and mechanical engineering. I also have a dream to leave this world a better place than it was the day I came into it. I want to make an impact on the people around me, and I can do that through my work as an engineer. The first step to accomplishing this dream is to get accepted into

My moms raised me with a strong set of morals, including “hard work pays off.” Sometimes this can be discouraging when you work hard, but it doesn’t pay off as you’d like it to. I’ve always gotten the grades I strive for without much struggle. However, once high school started, everything changed. I’d work for weeks on a scholarship essay, and I wouldn’t even place. I’d work for months to get something published and then read other people’s names in the congratulations announcement. I’d constantly wonder: Who’s at the top of the class? Who’s going to win the end of year awards? When you consistently get the grades that I do, people just expect those grades. No one congratulates you on your hard work anymore, and you don’t always get recognized. Despite the lack of recognition, I still take pride in my grades, and continue to work hard. Getting great grades is something I know I can do, even when it’s difficult to do. The difficulty makes it even more satisfying when I see the hard work pay off, and I get the grade I wanted. I’ve encountered

I was used to getting A’s. In fact, it never came that hard for me if I listened a bit and didn’t barrel through my work. As did several others in 5th grade. I mean, doing a quarter-page worth of single-digit multiplication problems doesn’t come all hard to anyone if they’ve been gifted, so why work hard when you can just get 100’s without doing your best? This was sort of my mindset in elementary school. And then middle school happened. (Insert bomb-whistle and explosion here.) I started to struggle to keep my grades above B’s, and I was up until midnight doing my homework sometimes. A megaton-weight was dropped on my shoulders as soon as I moved up, or down, if you will, to middle school. I’m Ethan

I relate to David story. I was the same way in school, couldn't stay focused, hard to learn. He was lazy and was just trying to get by. Once he got off to college he gave up. Growing up I did a lot of the same things David did. I was always wprried bout how my peers thought of me and I just wanted to fit in so I started falling behind. Did the minimum just to get by, Honestly I was lazy. Only difference is I didn't finish high school. Before senior year even started I was pregnant and couldn't complete. I was so sick it wasnt funny. I went back and got my GED thats the first thing I can say I accomplished. Went to college afterwards and its like history repeated its self. Wasnt focused, was worried about all the wrong things, eventually I dropped

I’ve never been the best student growing up. It was always difficult for me to focus and be motivated into doing my work, especially my senior year in high school. The high school I attended was Nogales High School in Nogales Arizona. That year, to be able to graduate, we had to complete a senior project in which we had to make a report, have a portfolio, and work hours in a career we wanted for our future. My only thought in doing my project on was on firefighting because it was the only thought I had going into once I graduated high school. However, on my spare time I was doing a whole different thing that could determine my future.

I played football in high school for all 4 years. My freshmen and sophomore year I wasn't very good. I was a backup and never played. Then came along my junior year, I was still undersized and didn't start but I improved my skill greatly and I started to increase my work ethic. The off-season before my junior year I went hard in the weight room and became strong. I also lost some weight and gained some height. That's hard work in the offseason is what lead to me having a great senior year. My senior year was full of emotion, I felt tired, determined, and at the end of the season I felt sadness with no regret and the love for my brothers. The first thing we had to do to become a great team was build a brotherhood with kids who wanted to try.

I have a petty theft misdemeanor. I was going through a hard time and was trying to get food for my family. I was given a citation and ordered to pay a fine. I am currently in the process of getting my record expunged. I am a honest hard-worker with a strong work ethic. I am a fast learner and very goal oriented. I work well in teams as well as

My work history sounds extremely disjointed to most people. My boss even asks me to give an account of it to our new hires, almost like a party trick. However, I believe the variety in the vocations I have spent my time in has given me a unique perspective and work ethic. I started my work-life as the third generation of my family in the funeral industry. I spent nights and weekends assisting with after-hours visitations and wakes, making sure the families who had recently lost a loved one were well cared for. I'm not sure I realized it at the time, but that job gave me the perfect platform to learn to listen well and use my gift of compassion. Like many college students, I spent some time working retail at the local mall. Quite the culture shock after working with friends and family in an industry I had grown up around.

My first example of one of my peices of work is my Garage Sale flyer. I choes this as one of my examples because it demonstates my understandings of our unit all about creating flyers,business cards etc… The strongest aspects of this peice of work is the way I have all the information needed in an organized way. It does not look super cluttered. I think i could always work on something with any peice of work i do. With this peice i think i could work on my spelling and puncuation. Some of the skills i use to create this peice were; Change the backround, Bordes and accents, Text and

There are many things that sets me apart from other candidates applying to California State University, Long Beach, but one that specifically sets me apart is my work ethic. I have disciplined myself to the point where if my work is not done I am not satisfied with what I have done. Not only have I disciplined myself, but I have been disciplined by my parents to work hard and anything can be achieved if you aren’t afraid to fail and put the effort needed. Without discipline I would not have the grades I have, I would not have the GPA I have, and I would not be able to have the opportunities I have now. I was not the best student at one time, but I wanted to accomplish my goal, which is to be successful. I had to build up my work ethic to be able to achieve this goal.

I would be an outstanding student in Spelman College's faculty classes because I am hard worker. My work has always came first even when I had experienced a big transition in my life I didn't allow that to stop me from doing my work. My work was always a outlet for me to express myself and to show my teachers how I really think. For instance, in my English Composition Class we read a poem called "I Want A Wife by Judy Brady" then we read a book named "Fences by August Wilson", and one day we were in class discussing the poem in the book and it shocked my teacher when I made the connection between the two. I thought my teacher made us read "I want a wife" because in the book "Fences" the main character named Troy expected everything in that

As I worked there longer I met someone who suddenly assumed we were best buds. He would constantly want to hang out at work, but he was one of those take it too far people. In this job we worked with box cutters and would play around with his like a real knife thinking it was funny. One day I had enough and this guy and he said something that just made me want to knock him out. That little cricket on my shoulder always told me don’t do it man. You need this job more than his face needs your fist and thank goodness I was able to walk away.

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

I have been working like a machine for the past seven days. I have been getting up at the crack of dawn every morning and getting our oxen ready to go. I try as best I can to help with breakfast so that Mrs. right doesn't have to take care of us that much. After that I wake the children up, we all eat breakfast, and head on our way. When the sun is high in the sky we stop for lunch. Lunch is most likely a sandwich and a small drink of water, then once again, we pack up, and then continue going. A few hours before the sun is about to set, we set up camp. All of the women start making a big dinner, all of the men round up the animals and put them in the circle of wagons, and the children play for a little while. Once that is done we all