“After graduation, I spent five years wandering around doing nothing.” This is a sentence that would terrify my parents, and even myself, if it ever proceeded from my mouth. However, I have recently begun to see the future with a new perspective; I now realize that the “normal” college path isn’t necessarily for everyone. I think it’s cool that the author wasn’t afraid to veer off the beaten path and figure out what he wanted to do in life.
Looking back at my first post about how I learned to read reminded me how much of an impact my family had on me. My mom worked endlessly with me to make learning fun. I remember she would think of different games to help expose me to words. As we would drive through town she would point out different stores and say the names. Soon this became a game where when we passed a store I would try to say the name of the store before someone else in the car did based on recognition. By playing these games I was relying on the parallel distributed processing model. When I would see a word I would pull the meaning from memory so I could correctly produce the intended word. Not only was I using my memory, I was also depending on social learning and engagement.
The voice inside my head has caused me a lot of trouble lately. I can't really shut it up. It's like a little red guy on the left side of my shoulder telling me to violate the rules. It's always there, looking over my shoulder and at my homework saying, "that personal essay can wait" and encourages me to see the good side of procrastinating. But, there is another voice sitting on the right side of my shoulder with a tiny halo over its head. They both make my daily decisions in life and keep me awake at night. Although, I never really thought about my self-conscience being the decider of my actions until I really focused on my daydreaming skills in class.
Alright, I suppose I should start with the 'basic bio stuff'. I have two sisters, one that is two years older than me and one who is the same age. I really enjoy English and art, and I am definitely not a very sports-motivated person.
For a long time, I had little to no idea what I was going to major in. Sure, there had been “maybes” like veterinary science, history, and most recently, law, but none of them seemed completely appealing to me; I was intelligent in these classes but they were not anything I was particularly fond of. So I sat down and put on my thinking cap and sifted through what I am best at. Then, like ray of light, the truth became known – I am really good at talking.
It was really crazy living through this summer hearing day after day about all the hurricanes, earthquakes, and fires that were ravaging the world. It seemed like every week there was a new disaster and with each headline, I definitely felt more and more desensitized. I remember when I was in middle school, the earthquake and tsunami hit Japan and although it was so far away, I was distraught at everything that was going on. As I have gotten older, these things have affected me less even when they hit closer to home, which makes me very uncomfortable. I know I am not alone in this because I talked to a lot of my friends this summer about this very thing. I am not sure why this is happening, but I do know that my generation has become quite
I’m a fighter, a survivor, maybe even a leader. I’ve have struggled with so many things throughout my life. I’ve been able to adapt to a new environment pretty quickly. There would be times we could hear my mom and her boyfriend fight. Some nights would be worse than others but if my sister was scared I’d be there for her. Even after I had gotten depression, keeping my sister safe and happy was my top priority. I don’t let her see me cry or when I’m hurt because she looks up to me and I try to teach her to be strong about things. I also tell her it’s ok to cry that showing emotions is a good thing. Now that we live with our mom alone in town we are mostly happy with everything. Every now and then me and my mom fight or argue and I always try
I feel like people can go their entire lives feeling like they don’t have a talent. Personally, I felt like this for most of my childhood. I was not some great musician, dancer, or artist, there was no part of me that felt like a gifted writer or some brilliant mathematician. Still there was always one thing that I could do, and that’s think in new and innovative ways. One may ask how an ability everyone has can be a talent. From every technological innovation and mathematical challenge to every social theory and brilliant novel, there’s a monstrous amount of thought that goes in. But this isn’t your average, everyday thinking, it’s associative, “man-behind-the-curtain”, mad scientist, type thinking. This “through-the-looking-glass” way of thinking is my greatest talent and has helped me in
I will be completely Honest, I thought the earth moved closer to the sun causing the warmer months. I feel like this is what i was taught growing up. Science was never a major focal point in my childhood education. I do feel better that even Havard graduates are mistaken when they try to explain why seasons change. Actually thinking about the earth tilting on its axis toward and away from the sun. Makes so much more sense in why seasons change. I would almost say the United States doesn't value education as a whole. I know it is becoming more and more important these days. Generations before us were lucky if the even finished high school. My grandfather was only required to finish the eight grade before calling it quits on his academic career.
If you are to do this make sure you are ready, safe, and also suited with safety procedures equipment or someone with you to help . You should be ready for the unexpected and unknown. Try to be safe as possible at all times, one way you could ensure this is by being cautious.
Moreover, the school year started, so my anxiety. I was late for homeroom because I got lost in a different floor. Next thing I knew it was my lunch period, which didn’t open my appetite at all. Fried chicken and pizza are not a real meal for me, but they were the only thing the lunch’s menu was about, every day. Therefore, I wasn’t eating any lunch; and it kept being like that during the whole school year. That is to say, I lost a lot of weight that my chest bones could be seen.
When I was in preschool I was a big trouble maker and enjoyed giving people a hard time especially teachers. I still I don’t know why I did that but I do remember a time when I almost made one of my greatest escape it would’ve been a good fear except for the part when I ended up in the hospital. I remember the teacher giving out snacks to our table and turning her back to us to get some more for the rest of the students. Then that’s when I knew I had to make my move but at the time I didn’t know what it was but I knew I had to think fast or I would miss my opportunity. So as I’m looking around for something to do I spot a emergency door over by the playing area for some reason I don’t remember seeing it before that day but anyway I see it and
Have you ever had a situation so confusing, so hurtful that these moments turned a short amount of your life into a series of worries and uncertainties? My mom, my two sisters, and I had our first experience like this in August of 2014. My junior year was beginning, which also brought the stress of schoolwork, the desires of wanting to fit in, and of course being a teenager, the worries of being judged. Little did I know, those things were small compared to the trials I would face in the days to come.
A recent conflict that I observed was between my sister and her husband one afternoon while visiting them. That afternoon, my sister Jessica, came home from a long day of work, and my brother-in-law Adolfo, who did not work that particular day, had not done anything constructive around the house. Jessica came home that afternoon to pile of dirty cloths, dirty dishes, and a husband that was expecting dinner to ready. The argument was fast, vulgar, but not violent. Jessica expressed that she had just worked a 12 hour shift and would like to have her husband share some of the home responsibilities in maintaining the home. Adolfo expressed his anger that he cannot at least have one day to simply relax and not bother with anything. This was not
As a fighter of Mixed Martial Arts, I have been pitted against other fighters in real unarmed combat situations. Winning requires dedication, discipline, patience, sheer will and hard work. One needs to instill these qualities and techniques, practicing for hours on end in order to develop precision and mastery. This is analogous to hours spent perfecting abdominal palpation techniques, percussing over the chest to detect the difference between dull and hyperresonant notes, and auscultating heart sounds to tune one’s ears to faint murmurs and added sounds. To be a master fighter, you need to predict your competitor’s next moves and always stay one step ahead of them. The same, can be said of combating disease as a clinician.