Underneath my bed lies a small yet overflowing box encapsulating the many tags I have collected for the past nine years of my life. From a distance, the contents appear to be an odd melange of colors and shapes, but they are much more to me. My miniature treasure trove consists of clothing tags, labels plucked off bags, and some other items. As I gently explore this unorganized collection of memorabilia, I find boarding passes from the places I have traveled to and stayed in. I recall the wide-eyed, excited ten year old I had been when my parents had declared we were moving to Malaysia for three years, and the vigor with which I participated in community service in Cambodia and Indonesia. I also discover old tags from the expensive traditional
Starting high school can be a little scary, especially when you have no guidance from siblings, like me, being the first one from my family to have an education. But that did not stop me from succeeding, I?ve always been confident and determined. I?m an enthusiastic when it comes to trying new things. Who would have thought I was going to be a good athlete plus a book geek, when in my past years I was just a regular kid. I was pretty excited about joining a club that had a connection with high school, that way I didn?t have to start from zero, I always want to be a step ahead. Fortunately, in summer, a high school coach was recruiting freshmen for running either cross country or track, they both involve running, so I considered it like the same sport with different timing. And this is when it all started. Running
There are many ways One’s identity can be defined. Only you can truly define who you are. You control what your experiences and influences make of you. When asked who am I, there could be millions of different answers depending on what you base your identity off of. To me, the question who am I, can only truly be answered in one way. So, who am I? For me, it’s an easy question. I’ve always known that I was the quiet girl In the back of the classroom by herself.
This universe is so vast, diverse, and complex that makes it hard to think that we are truly alone out here. There are more than 100 billion billion earth-like planets, which makes about a hundred earth-like planets for every grain of sand in the world (Urban)! But if that’s the case, why haven’t we encountered any extraterrestrial beings? It’s strange how the possibility is off the charts, but because we’ve got nothing so far, we’re not even sure if they exist. So… where is everybody?
One aspect of my identity that has shaped my life experience and the way I see the world is my race. I am an African- American who has Nigerian descent from both parents. Growing up African American is hard for many of us, but we always come together to help each other out. We get judged for our skin color, religion, sexuality, and economic status. When I was younger, I always thought about what other people would say about me and how I looked. Even though it was hard seeing how other races portrayed my race, I have learned to embrace my skin color and not let anybody judge me. The society believes that African Americans are lazy, uneducated, and violent. Things people say about me and my race only make me want to prove myself to them that I am proud of my race and would never change myself for anybody.
Growing up in a family of six, there was never a shortage of people to read to me, the only shortage that existed was my ability to understand and appreciate the story in front of me. I was always on the move and the sedentary act of reading a book never appealed to my childish motives. Coupling my inability to hear well and my stagnant progress in school, I was quickly falling behind. With most of my childhood dedicated to the fantastical world I had created, I had no time to listen to someone else’s story. I would not continue on this way though, for my mom, noticing my lack of literacy skills, made it her effort to divulge in me the wonders of someone else’s world, each world becoming a part of my own.
When I was eight years old, my family decided to have a cookout on a hot Saturday morning at my great aunt’s house. We did not live a great distance from her, so the ride was not that long.
Throwback to 2007, When I was 5, Life was good, And I was in kinder, I lived in
A young me sits on my older brother's bed. I had been waiting after what was most likely hours of pleading to start one of my favorite activities. I wanted to listen to a record, but not just any record. An old 45 Superman record. With curious eyes I watched my father place the ancient relic on the turntable and I begin to hear the strange music and the announcer's deep articulate voice. The dark room provided an almost cinematic experience. Whether I more interested in the story or the strange alien technology the story came from was herd to tell. Being born into the age of CDs I was not familiar with vinyl and was never permitted to touch record nor record player. This restricted pleasure made listening feel like an event and ultimately amplified
Immediately following Saturday’s online class, if asked whether I would change the way in which I search for information or not, I would have said perhaps a little. This is because I did not fully understand the concepts being shown. Both Kristy and Dr. Fagerman demonstrated numerous techniques during the day’s presentation; showing students, including myself, how to search the databases to either narrow or widen our results, making it much quicker to find relevant data. Since that time, I’ve read through all of the handouts and practiced using these ideas with improved success. Logging into the FLITE library and practicing has helped return better information and much quicker than I was able to originally. One particular group during the
Every burdensome step strains my tender muscles; sweat drips into my eyes, stinging them with salt. I gulp for breath, but receive no air. I hear voices, but I can never articulate any response. I ignore all my senses and lunge forward. The only question that rings through my mind is why do I put myself through so much pain? The moment I participated in my first track event, freshman year I realized how much I enjoy running. Also how one moment has taught me the importance of family within a team, commitment, and encouragement.
I currently find myself, unable to meet the terms of my marker agreement. In an attempt to satisfy my obligations, I am requesting that payments arrangements be made to meet marker obligations at Harrah’s properties. I have recognized that I have a gambling compulsion and have recently reach out to Gambling Anonymous and the1-800-GAMBLER hotline for help. Although the markers are not yet due, I recognize that payments are the only way I can satisfy this debt. Request the marker be held and converted to payments verse an account debit. I understand that you are under no obligation to accept payment arrangements, but ask for your patience and assistance. Over the past months, I have completely depleted my savings and 401K plans to satisfy my
Growing up in America with Taiwanese-American parents has shaped my life and my personality. In Georgia there are little to no areas with Taiwanese influences and culture. Therefore when we were younger, my sister and I went to school together in an area where there weren’t many Asian families residing.
After the slow dawdle like walk up to “The Site”, with the slight trickle of the fresh mountain stream in the background. All I want is sleep, picturing my bright yellow hammock enveloped by a semi transparent school provided tarp. Soon enough, I am greeted by “The Site” only told to stay within the gully. I start with a little scan of the landscape, trying to find the perfect spot for my hammock to lay between two coniferous trees. No, no, no, after 20 minutes of scanning the landscape I find the perfect spot.
The Personal-Social section was another section that Eli seem to score low in. Eli is a very calm and energetic child and I’ve only seen him get upset probably twice during my scheduled lab time. I would even describe him as having an easy/flexible temperament. He is always in a good and if it does get upset, it is not difficult for him to be calmed down. He does have a set routine that he follows. When he wakes up from his nap, he lays down for about five minutes without crying and does not want to be removed until he stands up in the crib and is ready. Once he was removed before he was ready and he was in a “grumpy” mood for the remainder the day. The only other times I have seen Eli upset is when he was not getting snack fast enough and
It was just one of your usual family gatherings. Where all the adults sit around and talk about their jobs, their kids, and or politics. While all the kids run around playing games, swimming, and talk about all of their curious and crazy adventures.