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During my freshmen orientation I was introduced to Link Crew, a club which focuses on helping freshmen transition into high school. After experiencing this, I decided that I wanted to impact the lives of other students in a positive manner. I jumped at the first opportunity to make a difference by joining the summer Link Crew program the summer after my freshman year. Ever since, I have enjoyed working throughout school in order to ensure that everyone, particularly freshmen, feel comfortable on

My senior project was over the History of Tattooing, I chose this as my topic because Tattoos really interest me with all the different styles and meanings behind them. Some things I already knew about Tattooing is a lot of tribes used tattoos to symbolize things, but I didn’t know what. With my research I expected to find a lot more upfront information, like maybe a for sure area on where they originated and exactly how it spread, but it was so spread out it was hard for anyone to pinpoint exactly

Mercer.Session1.Journal I moved to Colorado from Arizona hoping to make a new start and life for my family and me. I was working as a security guard at Miller/Coors. I worked all the time, night shift. I never got to see my wife or kids. So, I started looking for something better. Two weeks later, I started working at Lowes in the paint department. I loved where I worked, the people I worked with and the jobs itself. After working for about four months I was promoted to department manager in the

name is James i am 20 i currently live in jefferson motel. I have lived in Los Santos all my life just finished my nursing course now looking for a job E.g Paramedic, so i can help people out. As a kid at school i allways use to play rough rugby with all the big boys and got hurt alot and would have to go up to the nurse's office and she would tend to help me with my bruises and cuts. One day i got knocked out and she came down and helped me then the paramedics came. And then when i got to All saints

When I was in second grade, I became a statistic. My parents divorced, and I went from living with both my parents and siblings to living with just my mother and siblings. As I am preparing for college, it is just my mom helping to cover expenses. This is my reason for needing financial assistance. She is not able to pay for my college expenses and for my other two siblings also. Since I have been in high school, I have been consistently busy with sports and activities during the week, also the divorce

out, hoping someone could hear her. The room was pitch black as she began to cry, trying to get out of the chair in any way, hoping the screws would bent or break. She knew it was useless, she wasn't that strong. But she wouldn't let Bruce have what he wanted so easily. She would fight him. Fight his grasp, fight everything, even if it meant letting him do it. She would not enjoy one bit of it. With that in mind, she heard the door open and a blinding light from the stairway before the room was illuminated

Hello, I hope you are having a good summer. I have been steadily working on the project all summer long. So far I have finished the How To Read Literature Like a Professor by Foster and am almost two thirds of the way through The Buried Giant. So far I have completed three of the six writings for the Foster reading. I thought that Foster’s work was very enjoyable, much more than I thought it might be. He presented the information in a humorous yet effective manner that allowed me to read it with

“If I treated you the same way you treated me, you would hate me” is what I thought to myself as I was taken into this new place. Darkness and whitewashing fill my new “home” which to others is known as a horse stable. Treated like an animal, but in my own world, hoping to be treated as a human being. Armed guards always by our side, avoiding to give us privacy. - A couple years ago, along with my brother Toku I was relocated into

been a wonderful experience. I have learned, grown and matured into the woman I am today because of the lessons and talks I have had inside these four walls of Dillard University. The beginning of my senior year I was terrified, because I knew what I wanted to do but I did not want to fail at it. I was so afraid of failing, I did not allow myself to take risks and step out on faith. The fear of failing kept me from seeing the positive side of things and that crippled me. I had a conversation with Mr

education or enjoying their lives. People, like Mr.Kamble, are just trying to stay alive. Life for them is the simple idea of being stable and staying alive. Although my life has arguably always been stable, having a permanent place to live and food source, I would argue my life has similarities not only to Mr.Kamble but to the people in the slums of Mumbai as described in Katherine Boo’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity. In different degrees of life we both struggle