Personal Statement : ' The Debut Of My Android Project '

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

​Lawrence smiled broadly. “I’m glad you did.” He studied her face closely, noticing her brilliant blue eyes. “You look gorgeous. You’re even prettier now than you were then.”

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

I walked to the room at the end of the hall that led to the attic. I slowly placed my foot on the first step, calling out for Nancy. When I finally reached the top, I saw a long haired woman standing by the window with her backed turned to me. "Chelsea? What the hell are you doing here?" She was holding an axe in her hand and I started backing up, with no intention on going any further. She turned around and to my surprise, it was not Chelsea at all, but Nancy. She had blood rolling down her forehead, from the scalp that was ripped from Chelsea's head. "Oh, Dear," she said. "You gave me quite a fright." She started walked toward me. "What do you think?" She asked, running her fingers through the

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

Allison felt lost. As lost as when she learned that she’d never know her biological family. You’ve got to get over this girl. You just met him, and you know better than anyone that there’s no such thing as love at first sight. She sighed and stared out across the living room towards the divided french doors. Fog from the lake had risen and crept across the lawn. It held an eerie tranquility that increased her bleak mood.

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

Mom sat down in one of the seats that were across from her desk and replied, “Hi Mrs. Hyre, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“The firemen came to my house, they burned it down, I got out in time but my family didn’t” she mumbled. At this point she had been sobbing. I had engulfed her in a hug again, “A rumor had spread that I had a secret library in my house” she sobbed. I took a while for her to calm her down

“Grace?!” the girl cried out frantically like the rest of the crowd, but her voice got lost in the chaos. Giving up her failed attempt at trying to get a response she started looking around the ballroom floor for her truest friend since a young age, while trying not to get her dress ruined further, although there were many rips plus soot and dust in every crevice, making her look ever paler then she already was.

Adding to her grief was the very recent death of her parents due to an auto accident. Their celebration of life services had been held just two days before. They had been people she could always talk to and lean on during her hard times. They had named her Precious since her dad often stated the first time he had been with her Mom, was one of the most precious times of his life.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

remembering this day like no other is complete bliss. “Nice to meet you I’m Primrose ” I blankly muttered as the strange girl from across the dinner shook my hand while simultaneously sitting down across from me while mentioning her name and why she decided to confront me . To me her lanky legs were shivering in what I guessed nervousness. The rest of her body poised and ready to take on anything. “Hi I’m Elizabeth Clark not meaning anything spectacular or anything but I saw you reading Left behind by Tim LaHey and I wanted to stop you, put the book down and just go watch the dumb

“Well aren’t these lovely photos Prudence, you used to be a stunner, your daughter was truly beautiful, dare I say more beautiful than yourself…” Fred remarked slowly, his back to the middle-aged woman.

I have a wide range of skills and knowledge that I have acquired throughout my personal and professional life. I can communicate with different types of people regardless of age, race or class. I have accessed a huge range of courses that have enabled me to develop interpersonal skills including negotiation and dealing with different types of people and personalities. I also have the knowledge, drive and enthusiasm to work alone when required as I am self-motivated and can meet targets and deadlines. I believe that challenges are best met positively by developing and improving knowledge and skills and through professional reflective dialogue that leads to change. I am very hard-working and reliable. I work well under pressure achieving a high standard of work. I have practical and organisational skills and I can find solutions to problems and face challenges confidently.