Personal Statement : Tour Guide

I have had work experience in customer service jobs giving me skills, and the ability to work with different types of people in many situations. I pay close attention to detail and I am a very hard worker. I am friendly, punctual, and eager to learn new skills about early childhood development. I work well with others and have many ideas to improve the company. I am currently studying elementary education at Sierra College, and have taken courses pertaining to child and human development. I am also currently looking to obtain a CPR and first aid training certificate.

As a recent graduate of the Johns Hopkins University and a new Research Technician at the Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, becoming more familiar with different healthcare settings and helping others in doing so have always been of my interest. From my experience of volunteering as a piano teacher for inner-city children in Baltimore, I have learnt that even a small commitment and emotional support can make a big difference in the daily lives and the happiness of those in need. I have briefly familiarized myself to the hospital environment by shadowing physicians and conducting biomedical research but have yet to translate my volunteering experiences and the lessons learnt from them to the healthcare setting. I am a friendly, optimistic,

I was born the fourth of December 1991 in Cranbrook British Columbia. I lived there for 18 years. Before joining the military I worked as a fry cook at a Burger King for three years and held part time jobs working for the College of the Rockies summer camp programs during the summer. My parents are currently living together in Cranbrook BC. My father works outside the province testing railway tracks for two months at a time, then returns home for two to three weeks. My mother acts as the main contact point of the family, she works as a financial clerk. I have a 22 year old sister who will be attending university in Calgary this September. I attended Mount Baker Secondary School in Cranbrook and graduated in 2009

David and I have been best friends for as long as we can remember. Part of what brought us together was how similar our stories began. We were both born in Portugal but came to Canada before the age of one where we grew up in neighbouring basement apartments. We would spend most of the day together: our parents would drop us off at the same babysitter before going to work, we were in the same class during the day, and we would play late into the evening while we waited for our parents to return. While we were very similar children, our situations were vastly different: while my parents came to Canada as landed immigrants, David’s parents came as visitors that never returned, or

I truly wanted to leave there.“ Stepping of the airport, she takes in her new life. “It's not the same as Kosovo. I came here wanting to get a superior education and graduate, however it's been troublesome fitting to the traditions. I miss my loved ones, wondering what they're doing at this point.”

My cultural informant was a friend who I have known for about six and a half years, Lisa. Lisa’s sister, Liya, and I became close friends during my freshman year of college. Liya, two other girls, and I became roommates from sophomore year through senior year. Lisa is a year younger than me, so I met her during my sophomore year. Liya and Lisa were international students from Ethiopia, so they often spent holidays and breaks with my family and I. The three of us became close during our college years, and I had the opportunity to visit them in Ethiopia in the summer of 2015. Liya is currently living in Ethiopia; therefore, I am not able to speak with her as frequently as Lisa; however, modern technology does

Last years, I was in Iraq, in Baghdad, in my house with my mom and sister. It was a beautiful weather, when the phone rang and my mom answered, immediately the smile became on her face when she heard we would travel to another country. After the phone closed, she came to us and said,¨we will finally travel to United States,let us go to prepare the backpacks, we do not have more time to waste¨these news were amazing, but I became sad that we left my cousin, my friend in Iraq. Next, we prepare to go to the pline, we moved in pline to Ardon, then to Germany, and then to United States. It was a fun trip in airport and also a tired one. Then,

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

The smell of fresh coffee brewing and donuts surrounded me as I strolled into the break room. I was ready for another week of summer camp as a camp counselor assistant. Suddenly, the volunteer coordinator rushed in. She informed me that I was relieved of my position as a volunteer at Children's Museum because I had failed to fulfill my duties. After 4 years of service, I was “fired” because of a lapse in judgment.

Once I started working as a graduate assistant athletic trainer I have found myself looking for, and relishing in, any opportunity to teach others about injuries, how to prevent them, and how to rehab after them. Now that I am looking to grow from a graduate assistant position to a full time position having my teaching certification will 1) give me more opportunities to teach others, 2) help me to grow as a professional, and 3) help me to be employed at the middle school and/or high school levels. After becoming a certified teacher I will also be able to become certified to teach high school Sports Medicine classes, which is something I am very passionate about teaching. The reason for this is that I will get to start shaping the next generation

I am sitting in the back of a stranger’s car on the way to a cemetery as a little girl in a yellow tutu arranges her bobble head pets that seem to emerge one after the other from her white sparkle purse on the seat between us. We both communicate through hand signals while I help her feed plastic carrots to the bobble headed dog and eventually by parroting the sounds she makes manage to stumble through the entire alphabet in Croatian.She laughs at my funny pronunciation, and I smile at her enthusiasm for spelling every passing sign. Not twenty minutes ago I was sitting in a cafe on my first day out of the bustle that is Zagreb on a lazy Saturday afternoon trying to reconcile the images from my news clips and history books in my head with those

I write in pursuit of becoming a teaching assistant for EG-1003 beginning this fall. I seek this position wishing to further develop my skills in communication and collaboration. Furthermore, I would admire watching student creativity in action when they work in the labs and interacting with others when helping them solve problems. I believe my previous experience and personality enable me to be an effective teaching assistant.

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

A personal mission statement is a philosophy or creed that one plans to follow in daily life. It is usually designed with positivity, purpose, and with personal goals for every aspect of life such as career, finances, etc. It also focuses on personality traits that one would like to possess and the accomplishments that one wants to achieve, both short-term and long term. It also houses the individuality of the person writing it. Every person writing a personal mission statement is will produce a different statement. This is primarily because people value different things, characteristics and have different goals. The purpose of this paper is to explore my mission statement (Covey, 2013, pp.113).

It seems to me that I have had more contact with my second friend than with Lillie, noting that neither of them know each other. My second friend’s alias will be Hazel in this paper. I seem to have more of a connection with Hazel than with Lillie. I have also friended her on Facebook, so I know more about what Hazel is doing. When I mentioned canceling my trip, Hazel responded in a positive way, saying, “Oh, that’s a shame, but maybe you can visit next year!”. After that, we continued to chat about finals, and plans for winter break. I initially expected that Hazel might be disappointed that I would not be visiting, but her reaction made me aware of