On the very first day of school, I began to plan my Senior Project. I wanted to piece together a project that would mean something to me and be beneficial to others. I came up with the idea of collecting donations for homeless people and delivering them to shelters. A close family member of mine was homeless for two years, and because of this, I hold a special place in my heart for homeless people. My project has been extremely eye opening. It is amazing how many homeless people who go unnoticed live in our community. My project has taught me to never donate anything to Goodwill when there are several other organizations that will take donations and put them to better use. In addition, I have also learned never to take what I have for granted.
As I am quickly approaching the end of my senior, I am looking back at how far I have come since freshman year and everything that Henley High School has helped me accomplish in my life. In preparation for the life that every senior must experience after school, the senior capstone project was put in place to help seniors find out what they would suit them as career and give them some of the necessary tools in achieving that. Part of the capstone was earning service hours at a non profit organization, that can go on a resume. With serving came a facilitator, who guides one’s service, and also the challenges and success of the service itself. To Provide help on future careers, Henley High School also provided an opportunity to take the CIS test
In my freshman year, I made a choice to relinquish some of my social life and replace that time giving back to my community. I joined a non-profit organization called the Volunteer Corp. We spent our time at food banks, park clean-ups, and even hosting local events. This experience left a lasting impression on me in many ways; however, one experience changed my perspective on life and serve as a constant reminder of how the smallest contribution to others can be the most powerful. St. Joseph University, in Philadelphia, held an event called Hand in Hand. It was an event dedicated to raising awareness for people with physical and/or developmental disabilities.
I have actively participated in: The Chop-athon. An annual, school-offered event in which students cut vegetables and fruits for the disadvantaged and homeless. Cradles to Crayons.
Something needs to be done to really help these veterans and get them back on their feet. If I had one year to organize a volunteer project I would devote my time to really helping these veterans. The plan would be to organize a group of volunteers here in Charlotte, North Carolina (because it is a local problem) and open up a place to feed the homeless veterans specifically. If I could do this project how I wanted to I have a lot of great ideas.
Armed with the lessons of last year and with a new Service Club president by my side (my friend Christy, with whom I share club responsibilities in a roughly equal partnership), my senior year has seen a complete Service Club transformation. Club membership has rocketed to thirty plus committed members, and we have started no fewer than six successful projects this semester alone, including our drive for donations to create gift baskets for a local battered women’s shelter, a new recycling program in partnership with Environmental Club, and a program where students sew mittens for a local nonprofit serving the homeless. Of all our new programs, my personal favorite is a partnership that I orchestrated between Service Club and Larimer Humane Society, a wonderful animal-rescue organization where I’ve been a volunteer for years. Compared to what it was when I joined, Service Club is an utterly new group, with a vitality and a forward momentum that members a few years ago would scarcely have
When you are involved in the community you are able to accomplish many goals and help a lot of people who are in need. Soup kitchens, donations or habitat for humanity are things that are little to us, but could change a person 's life. Usually my sisters and I pick out all of the clothes that we cannot fit anymore and put them in one of the clothing recycles that are around our town. Something big that I would like to do is to get everyone in my neighborhood to donate everything that they can not fit anymore or not interested in to douglass or even goodwill. Little things like these are important because it shows people the good in you and it also shows people that you have respect and willing to help other in need around
What I done this past year to contribute to the Alameda community Learning Center is that me and my friend, Justin planned the fundraisers for the class of 2019. We almost raised 700 dollars for the whole class of 2019 students. Also, I was elected to be an officer of the red cross club next year. So ,my next year 's plan is that, I will encourage everyone to join the red cross club because they can help change the world and aclc, and they can get their community service hours.
Our purpose was to host a Vacation Bible School and share the love of Jesus. I was ready to make an impact on their lives, but they made a bigger impact on me. They lived in very poor conditions. Most of the children ran around with no shoes, and it was evident that hygiene was not of much importance. It was amazing to spend a week with such loving children.
Please describe any extracurricular activities, special talents, or community service projects you have done, and tell us what you have learned from these experiences. Posadas are a ritual celebrated in Mexico right before christmas, it is supposed to re-enact Mary and Joseph's search for a lodging in Bethlehem. It is basically a party where people sing from door to door and end up in a family gathering where they share gifts, and typical mexican food, everyone always seems happy in the posadas. Some orphanages do not celebrate posadas or christmas because the do not have resources or the means, so Macro Posada, which is a non for profit organization that makes sure that orphans and kids with scarce resources spend a happy christmas and feel loved. I volunteered to help 2 years in a row; I had to recollect money to be able to build a little fair with mechanical games, to buy gifts for
I got to fulfill the promise I made, but somedays I couldn’t handle seeing what all those innocent kids were going through. I volunteered every week in a clinic in Clifton. I had the best time cleaning toys, coloring with kids, playing games, and dancing to music. This whole experience that was given to me taught me that once I have power the best way to keep it is to use it. I kept the power of making a difference by going once a week.
When I first witnessed the obstacles that individuals in homelessness face, that is when I knew that it was my mission to aid this population. I was tired of witnessing the people that I knew, the people that I loved, and complete strangers enduring homelessness. I was tired of the way people degraded and discriminated against a subculture that they didn’t even seek to understand. I could never really understand how society justified homelessness, but I sought to channel my energy into creating lasting change. Homelessness has been an area where my heart always broke for.
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then.
For my learning service experience project, I volunteered at my local nursing home, Katy Manor. I have always been around my local nursing home since I was a child because my great grandmother lived there for about seven years and then passed away. I enjoyed the atmosphere of the nursing home and the staff. I served food to the residents and clean the dining hall after they are done finishing their meals. I also went around the nursing home to each room and filled up ice in their cups and gave them a snack if they wanted one.
My Personal Narrative It started like any other day. I was in my classroom doing my work like usual. Around the afternoon my dad walked in.. I was really excited to see him. He asked my teacher if he could talk to me about something serious.
One terrifying event that occurred about a month or so ago has left a strong impression on my dad and me. It was for my dad’s birthday, his fiftieth. Since it was his jubilee birthday I thought that he deserves something special. In the morning I jumped at him and told to pack himself up. We drove for a few miles and got to the forest, in which I decided we should spend a day.