Psy305 Final Assignment

Thank you for sharing this story with us. Your client has a very sad story. Through your kind words, I can see that she is a strong individual who does not want to show any signs of weakness. However, she is putting on a brave face even though she is going through the darkest part of her life right now. Although it may seem like she will eventually get past this, recovery for athletes with eating disorder are highly unlikely. She will fall into a cycle of doing poorly in competitions which will cause more pressure, this pressure will lead to being more reliant on control of her intake of food. She needs everyone important in her life to gather for an intervention for her. However, by the looks of this case it seems she has very few people in

There have been many things that I have learned this semester from knowing what type of graphic displays my data in the best way to how to calculate the location quotient. Probably what stuck the most was the difference between race and ethnicity and calculating projections. I was surprised how many times that topic came up after we learned that. I would explain the difference in my conversations and the majority of the people were surprised to find that there are only two ethnicities, which are Hispanic or Latino and Non-Hispanic or Latino. Now I know that the races are only white, Black or African American, Asian, American Indian and Alaskan Native, Native Hawaiian and Other Pacific Islander. The only thing that I do not understand and probably

Prompt: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

All I remember is waking up in a complete blur, every muscle of my body felt as if it had been drained of its energy. I was exhausted and perplexed and in absolute darkness… What was happening? Why couldn’t I move? And more importantly, where was I? With any bit of strength I had left, I began to pry my eyes open just enough to see the ceiling of what looked like an ambulance where a man dressed in a navy blue paramedic uniform stood before me. He was rushing around gathering medical supplies when he must have noticed me because he stopped immediately and asked if I remembered my name. What kind of question is that? Of course I knew my…. Oh my god. I couldn’t remember my name. It

Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

I was on top of a bed, wrapped up in a blue blanket when I woke up. Duke was at the end of the bed, sleeping. I sat up from the bed, feeling a bit of pain though it wasn't as much as before. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, which was some leggings, white socks and a blue and grey striped shirt. I looked around the room seeing that besides the bed there was a window, a bookshelf, a desk and one of those office chairs.

Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

I woke up from my slumber in a darkened haze. My hands clutched empty bed sheets, making me jolt upright in a sudden memorization that I didn't fall asleep in my room. In fact, I fell asleep on the couch in the living room if I remembered correctly.

I woke up feeling strange. I felt like I wasn’t in my own skin. I rolled off what I thought was my bed to find that I was standing on six legs. I looked around in a daze not knowing what was happening.

I groggily awoke to my mom's voice and smiled. We were pretty similar in resemblance, meaning we both had brown hair and brown eyes, but hers had a way of lighting up a room, a way of turning any day into the best. I loved my mom, she was the only family I had besides my brother, Johnny. My dad died a couple years ago, a man had shot him who then shot himself. I was glad that man died, my father deserved a great life and it was ruined by that bastard.

Through all these lessons, I have had fun and learned valuable skills, and that is what robotics is all about. I have the critical thinking skills, teamwork skills, work ethic, and the ability to persevere. Additionally, I have learned how to work as a minority and still have my voice heard. Robotics has better prepared me for college and life than any other sport could. Thank you for reading and considering my entry for the US National Bank

1. Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

I heard and gentle voice whispering in my ear, “Child, wake up”. I lifted my tired eyelids to see my Mama standing over me.