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.
First I just want to point out the obvious and say that you have an enormous heart. It must be so hard for you meeting these inmates and seeing their potential and most times seeing them revert to their old ways. I think that has to be the most painful part of it all. I know your supervisor once told you “our mission can’t be affected by individual successes or failures.”- Alice Layton. Which is what kept you going. It’s true, but it doesn’t take the sad disappointing feelings away. It’s amazing what you do, but it’s also very hard emotionally. For that I salute you. I love how invested you truly are. That fact that they feel comfortable enough to speak to you about the crimes they have committed is insane. That just goes to show how committed you are to helping them better themselves. In addition to
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
Eighty hours in one week. A goal which all of my peers insisted I was crazy for even attempting. To the normal working class forty hours is a long week, yet I wanted to double that in only seven days. Working in a muffler shop is hard work, which made eighty hours Mount Everest, and I was determined to reach the summit.
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?
What I wanted on summer vacation made me end with a heavy debt on my shoulders. The debt that I haven?t paid off yet to my dad. Buying the PC was a good idea, but I messed it up myself. Last school holiday I had the bright idea to buy a PC, PCs are strong, easy to use, and reliable. I am a guy who wants to experience all fields of gaming, when some people like calm and relaxing games. Others might like driving, sports, strategy games, or some action. For me, I try all types of games, so to do that I have to get myself a PC, and what?s cheaper than building one yourself (at least what it?s normally like).
It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.
Most people would describe me as quiet and laid-back. I would agree with this statement. However, what people don’t see is what goes on behind the scenes. As a result, I believe that my work ethic is what goes unnoticed in my life. During the first half of high school, I was very self-conscious of my physical health. I would always finish last and tire out first during gym class, and was generally unhappy about my appearance. Many of my friends, who were in sports, questioned why I wasn’t on any of the sports teams. The embarrassing truth was that I was just too out of shape and unathletic. I let a lot of this go to my head, and I started feeling ashamed of myself; sort of an odd feeling considering fitness was never a priority in my life.
While some people around me flourish in their athletics, others succeed in their schoolwork. Personally, my most outstanding strength stands as my work ethic. When certain activities do not come naturally for me, I work as hard as possible to get better at them. Multiple instances of this have occurred over the past few years. For example, this year I participated in lacrosse for the first time. I usually spent my time playing soccer, but after a concussion that prevented me from playing again, I decided to give something else a a try. Going into a new sport like lacrosse was initially difficult for me. I had no idea how to play, everyone else had far more advanced skills than I did, and my confidence level started to deflate. My mom
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.
Hi there, I hope you’re doing well. As you may have noticed I haven’t been in class lately. You may also have noticed that my work ethic is getting sloppier by the day and that I’m performing poorly in class. This is because I haven’t been in a very good place emotionally lately. In fact I haven’t been, for a long time. But this past month or two, things have become unmanageable for me. I have seeked professional help, unfortunately, things does not seem to be getting better, anytime soon. I know I should’ve let you know about this sooner, but I was scared and embarrassed to admit that I am not in a good place. I also know, that I should be telling you this in person but I don’t know how. So, instead I’m sending this email to you and to all
I can say my lifetime goal would be to fulfill the infamous American dream, but, what is truly the American dream? This eminent dream can be different for everyone—owning a house, finding well-paying employment, escaping communism, or becoming wealthy. In my case, the American dream is having the opportunity to reach . With education I will be able to fulfill my short and long term goals. My parents struggled when they first came to Florida. Finding only low-paying jobs due to language acquisition problems, leaving their family behind, and entering a new country. Thanks to their struggles, I was able to immerse in a world of education like no other, making those struggles worth it.
I watch him intently as he enters my room, walking to the middle as if he owns the place. My teeth sink deep into my bottom lip, and even though this tall dressed-to-impress lumberjack is standing only a few feet from me, my mind is elsewhere—focused on the night ahead. How am I, daughter of the most hated man in the Capitol, supposed to convince people (not just one!!) to give me gifts while I’m fighting for my life? This is the question that has made camp in the back of my head, gnawing at me since the moment my name was called at the Reaping. I wasn’t worried about the imminent death, or living in a confined space with dozens upon dozens of past victors who hate my guts, no; I am most worried about being thrown to the wolves with absolutely no weapons. I can fight, but everyone needs a little help. And now, clad in an outfit that reveals every part of me I am used to hiding, I’m supposed to what, charm people into giving me free things? The tiny Cordelia in my head throws her head back in strident laughter and I curse her silently, my teeth scraping even harder at my lip.
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.
My whole life I have been in the lower class, I don’t have as many privileges. That’s why I learned to use what people take for granted to my advantage. When I was five years old I was homeless with my father. I improved my reading skills by reading newspaper articles and bus stop signs. We went place to place looking for a home while it wasn’t present.