I am an inventor with past great inventions working on my project however, I am having some trouble. “Why does it not work?!” I exclaimed as I am sitting on my desk in my workshop. Currently, I am working on something that would revolutionize the world, if only it would work. “Well,” I sigh “Might as well head home.” I walk out the building then I go in the car and drive home, I park and walk into my house, hang up my coat and drop into bed. As I sleep I dream I am in my lab and I am working on something. As I see it I realize it is my prototype, however, on it is something strange, some kind of fan maybe? I quickly wake up and realize what I had just dreamed of, “I have it” I say quietly then again louder “I have it!” I rush out of my
Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.
When we enter the meeting another delegate decided to be present. In the meeting it was myself, Barbara, Rochelle Smith, Erin Marks, , I was then told by the human resources person that I was being fired because of insubordination and that she was going to let my manager (Rochelle) speak about the reasoning of my dismissal. My manager then started speaking about how when she address me at the nurses station that I was becoming loud and that the reasoning of my dismissal was because “I refused to go into the office with her” and that I did not realize how loud my tone of voice was. Then she went on explaining how she asked me to find coverage without it being someone who would do overtime and how she came to me nicely when she addressed the
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
Every day people create innovations because they are never satisfied with their current lives and they strive for improvements. How a person goes about achieving that goal determines the outcome. If a person is sagacious and pragmatic, they will be successful. Consequently, if a person is impractical and does everything without thinking, the outcome could be detrimental. Mary Shelley’s main protagonist, Victor Frankenstein, in Frankenstein, David Gow from Geoff Brumfiel’s article “Replaceable You”, and Dr. Rosen from his interview, “Dr. Daedalus” for Harper’s Magazine all feel they could create something that enhances the world.
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.
Nancy had the courage to address my malaise the other night and here is what I think I heard. I use the term, think I heard, because I feel a wave of paralyzing, feverish, sound muffling cortisol washing over me, submerging me under water, when I hear criticism from Nancy. Symptoms are similar when I'm criticized by others but they register a geometric order of magnitude lower.
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
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
This semester I feel I have grown more as an academic student and as a global citizen. I feel that our Job shadow project helped me be a better Academic student, and that the Malala field trip my school went to helped me become a Global Citizen.These two things have helped me become a better student in their own ways.
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 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
I am not a writer. Writing an essay feels painful, I never know whether my work is sufficient or up to par with the standards. In math, 1+1=2. There is no debate, argument, or discussion. In writing, there is no right answer and it is not always accepted by everyone. I am scared. I am uncertain. The last sixteen years, I struggled viewing myself in a positive way. Being an only child and having to live in a basement for so many years made me crawl in a hole and isolate myself from the world around me. When I was younger and saw kids playing sports, instruments, or activities, all I could think was “I wish I could do that.” I was not exposed to the world as most of my friends were, I did not have anyone to play sports or games with. My mom works two janitorial jobs so she was either working or just