I had a mortgage, I was travelling with work and had great prospects ahead of me. Inside though, I was deeply unfulfilled. I wasn 't enjoying my work, I felt like I wasn 't using my full potential, and I longed to wake up feeling like my work was making a difference – to someone or something. Yet, I didn 't have a clue what else I could do. Indeed I 'd struggled on and off for years to figure out a way to change (making, it seemed to me, every career change mistake there was to make), but without making progress.
My freshman year in college has been a little challenging for me because I don’t know how to manage my time. I have always missed something, if it not a homework it’s a paper due date.However, it is not the first time, manage time has been really challenging for me since I was in elementary school because I’ve never pay intention to it.i always says i will get it done but i never got them done. nevertheless, I realize that without manage time will make it more difficult for me to succeed. What I did was I bought a calendar, write down when my paper due, my homework, my speech, and I even write the time I have to study every day. After weeks I realize that I’m doing so much better, making progress,getting good grades, more organized, and I feel good because I see that I’m doing it right and I know that I’m in a way of
Winning by Losing Memo Canales “Mom!” I said, “Can I please NOT go on the bus today? Its the day of my big speech and I spent so much time getting ready!” Sadly, the answer was no. The speech I was going to present was a speech on family and how it is essential for the human being. Ironically, the night before the speech, my parents had been fighting, hard. It had never gotten that bad before.
Comparably like Homer my parents haven’t been the most supportive of my career choice in medicine, for instance ever since my years of adolescence my parents had consistently apprised I was soft hearted, and that I wouldn’t be competent to face the emotional or physical pain of others, let alone help treat injuries. As my father has regularly opined “Gurpreet, you shouldn’t be something in medicine because you won’t be able to handle the blood.” This quote has always traveled with me for every assignment I have handed in, and every exam I have taken. It astonishes me how much the support of parents is imperative in being gratified with what you want your career to be. For an example, last year my brother had been in a car mishap where he was hospitalized for a month, when we used to visit him my parents wouldn't allow me to see him. Nevertheless, a broken leg, a neck brace, and an IV did not impede me from coming face to face with my brother.
After having this experience I realized that it would only help me in my everyday life. To become ambidextrous and find other ways to do normal tasks while taking it a different approach. I would never do wrestling again in that I felt like it really wasn 't for me even though I grew up with it. Even though I wouldn’t wrestle again, I still went to every single practice and ran the stairs. To stay fit and showed my support for the team always.
So, the problem with making friends at such a young age was hard for me. I always felt like it was me more then anything. I always felt like I didn’t something wrong as a kid. When I moved to a new school none of the kids would talk to me and leave me out of all the games even class projects. Even seven years later my mind still can’t let go of that damn word.
I started working with my instructional material a week before February 11. My cooperating teacher allowed me conduct a dry run to Grade 7 – B students few days before February 11. The dry run was not that successful because we didn’t finished the entire learning task that should be done so on the next day I did some revisions with my lesson plan. Fortunately, the final demonstration teaching was rescheduled so I had plenty of time to make my lesson plan and instructional materials better. My next dry run happened two weeks before March 11.
Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me? That question lingered in my mind that whole week and weekend, when I finally realized that there are changes that come with high school and this was going to be one of them. They didn’t talk to me or try to figure out what was wrong, they moved on with their lives like I had never even been apart of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I had to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made would, I would experience with new people.
I went through a year of constant failure, but I continued to tell myself that everything happens for a reason. I wasn 't a rotary exchange student for a reason. I wasn 't accepted into my school 's elite clubs for a reason. Everything has a reason and if I continued to work hard, something amazing would come my way eventually, which happened. 2017 was the best year of my life.
My biggest fear was that I would be below the time limit which was 3 minutes but I did not time myself so I would know the length of my speech. On the day of the speech, I was really anxious, about presenting. When the class started everyone pulled a name so a list can be made for who will present. My name was number 11 so I did not have a chance to present thus I had to present the next class as there was not enough time. Between that day and the day I was going to present, I practiced again many times to test how I was going to