Growing up in the Washington metro area, and in my family specifically, has left me with a special predisposition toward the opportunity of consulting with Hilltop. Growing up, I used to question my father on his issue of the week or newest clients whenever he returned home. As a result, I was instilled with a desire to experience that same diversity of problem-solving challenges. On top of that, my family, despite being lucky enough to live in the suburbs around DC, regularly noticed the struggle of the cyclically impoverished. Whether it was on the way to a Nats game, or around my high school in the heart of DC, there are people all over DC who need help.
“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” -Dalai Lama It was Thanksgiving break and I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep. Given the trend of binge-watching Star Wars with my two older brothers over the previous week until well past midnight, it did not surprise
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To answer your questions, as of lately my entire week including the weekends are usually divided between school, working out, spending time with either family or friends, and back to school again. Nonetheless, I just moved to Dallas as of March 2016 to be closer to family while finishing school. In regards to my experience, I must say that living in Dallas has been a pleasant experience because I regained a lot of the amenities in regards to our religion that were hard to come by in Colorado. As far as the territories I've resided in previously, I know nothing more than the southwest region of our country between California, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Texas to name a few.
Up until 8th grade I lived in Cambridge, a sketchy, gilded age-like city on the outskirts of Boston. I lived in the central part of Cambridge, sandwiched in between the affluent undergrads, graduate students, and post-doc families or Harvard or MIT, where all the run down housing projects were and where police cars and ambulances screamed past every night because they had gotten yet another drug overdose dispatch.
Outside of academics, we had different much personalities. Diego was more outgoing and want to explore New York City and make the most out of his time there, while I was more reserved and was content with spending my weekends relaxing in my dorm. He told me that he
On August 13, 2015 I went to watch a Baltimore Ravens preseason game. While I have been living in Baltimore City for the last five years, I had never been to a Ravens game before. It usually takes about 45 minutes to get from College Park to Downtown Baltimore. On the game day, it took us almost two hours to get there. The highway was jammed because of the game, and traffic was even tighter near the stadium. On the way to the M&T Bank Stadium, there was a short bridge that connected the highway to Downtown Baltimore. Under the bridge was a place where many homeless people were living. Some of them had beds, but many were laying on the concrete floor. On the road that led to the Stadium, there were people with signs, begging for food and money. Almost everyone that was on that road passed by those people without any consideration.
People seem to think that new york city is spectacular and magical, but thats not how i see it. Thats becauswe ive lived here all my life. Over these thirteen years, I’ve come to notice all the not-so-enchanting aspects of the city.  Don’t get me wrong, I wouldnt have wanted
I live in a world in which no idea is impossible, where everything that you could have dreamed of can be made, where nothing isn’t allowed. But this world only exists in the U.S.A., the place that started with people grasping and reaching for freedom. These people started to unite people to make something happen, to do the impossible.This was over throwing the british’s power over the americans and allowing people to be truly human. Not long after this there were many people tired of strict rule and listening to people who tell them what is or isn’t possible. These people started a war with less men, no weapons, but the thing the other side didn’t have that we did was unity. Instead of backing down and saying we can’t, we arose to the challenge
It was only a matter of seconds before I heard the insignificant sound that marked the start of my day. “Tsss,” hissed the brakes as the bus came to a complete stop in front of the waiting crowd and the driver opened its doors to allow passengers to get on.
The thing that I am most excited about being at WVU is simply being in Morgantown. I live in extremely rural area, so the ability to be in area where there is so much to do within walking distance is very exciting. Also, I am excited about all of the academic opportunities at WVU. The thing that makes me the most nervous about WVU is getting from class to class. Riding the PRT from Evansdale to Downtown is so stressful for me, and every time the PRT jerks or makes a weird noise my heart drops because I assume it going to stop and I am going to be stuck on it. I haven’t found taking a bus to be much better as they are always so crowded. Hopefully, as time progresses I will be less nervous about getting from class to class.
Four hundred dollars. Four hundred dollars, three hand-me-down suitcases, two crying babies, and one dream. That’s all Jose Nunez had to his name, as he walked out John F. Kennedy airport with his new wife Margarita, and his two baby children. As soon as those airport doors opened, it was
I gaze intently at the city skyline. Within my peripheral vision, I detect the Statue of Liberty to the right; to the left, the Empire State Building. Taxi cabs and miniature people scramble around the streets. I listen to the constant roar of conversations. I inhale the pungent odor of cigarettes and hot dogs. I taste the salty, ocean-kissed air. When my memory is filled with every detail, I pull my head back. Resting in my hands is a glass ball, precious and fragile. I shake it violently, then stop abruptly. Sparkling specks swirl, then settle, covering the city with a glittering blanket. Warmth circulates throughout my being. For one moment, I am calm, floating peacefully like those shining bits of dust.
The visit to Washington, DC marked a transformation in my life: my first flight without my parents, independence on the public transportation system, and a two-week adventure that allowed me the privilege of visiting our nation's
At the age of seventeen, my parents and I decided to visit Washington D.C. Growing up in a little Italian hamlet, a sense of awe invaded me. The city had its own aura of history, music, and politics, which radiate vibrancy and dynamicity.