I was told early into the semester by my professor Rogerio Zapata that we needed to write a six page essay on a regular meeting or a school board meeting. In fact in our first exam some of the questions were about the paper we needed to write. In addition Professor Zapata remained us every class to attend a meeting. As a high school student the first thing I did was to going ask my principle if she knew when the next school board meeting was going to be held. She give me great information and told me if I needed more about the meeting to go to the school website.
Recently, a friend of the family, Lindsey, and my sister, Karie, went to Petco to volunteer. Earlier this year, during spring break, we went there often. So, considering this project required some sort of community involvement, and since we all had been wanting to go for a while now, I decided to call up Linsday and schedule some time we could all go together. Linsday is 19 and goes to college at Washburn University, originally on a softball scholarship, but just this summer she decided to quit softball in order to focus on other things in her life. I respected that, but still I was sad to see her leave something behind, especially something she was so brilliantly good at!
A four year ago, I moved from Ethiopia to United State. When I was little I always wanted to go school in the U.S., so, we moved the summer before my freshman year in high school. I was enjoying summer, I visited my sibling in Washington and spend half of my summer in their house, I loved it. School started in August that year and I was excited. After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked.
I began volunteering at my town 's nursing home in high school. Initially, I volunteered as an arts and craft aide, coloring and drawing with the patients, but soon after my sister I transformed that time slot into a performance hour, doing our gymnastics, hip-hop, ppm, cheer, and kickline routines for the patients. It was very rewarding to see the patients smile in amazement and awe and also knowing that they looked forward to seeing me each weekend. At the same it was sad to see familiar faces disappear. After I acquired Home Health Aide certificate in the summer of 2013, I was able to help physically care for the patients.
As a senior in high school, I had assumed that I knew everything about the sport I had been around my entire life, cheerleading, but when football season ended that year, things changed. I told my coaches that I needed to focus on school and work, needing to prepare for college the next year. Nevertheless, I offered to help with practices, if they would allow me to do so. I was granted the title of team advisor, and given the ability to attend the competitions free of charge. During practices, I assisted with spotting new stunts and changing rounds, helping critique.
I began college as a freshman at Central Michigan University thinking I was going to become an elementary teacher. I knew I wanted to make an impact on peoples lives but after my first week of classes, I remember telling myself becoming a teacher is not how I wanted to do it. I went to my counselor and added a social work course to my schedule. I had finally found courses I enjoyed taking and academically excelled in. Which brings me to where I am now, pursuing my degree in social work.
It was a sunny August evening when it happened. After several months of grieving the departure of my beloved dance teacher I had finally figured out how I was going to move on, I was going to move to a new dance studio and start over. Everything seemed to be falling into place, All I had left to do was tell my best friend and former teammate, I brought it up as we were sitting in a quiet little park by my house. I was expecting her to understand that this was something I needed to do for me and that it wasn’t anything personal. Based on the screaming match that followed soon after I broke the news I’d say that I was a little bit off the mark on that assumption.
In my junior year of high school, my physics teacher told our class about a project at one of the other schools in the district that we could help with. I signed up, knowing that it would add to the undoing of my shyness. We headed over to the school, ready to help the children. The fourth and fifth graders were building foam rocket cars, which our class built a week before. I collaborated with my classmates and the kids to help build an amazing rocket car.
Last summer, I volunteered as a Youth Teaching Assistant at the National Smithsonian where I taught about twenty kids from around the world how to make their own pinhole cameras and develop their photos in the darkroom. Although it was a temporary and unpaid position, in many ways I consider this to be my first real job. I had to fill out an application, be interviewed over the phone, and attend a training session. During the week long class, I got up early every morning to begin my commute by metro to DC. When I got to the museum, I had to sign in and prepare for the kids to arrive.
I quickly scrambled to find out how I could go about doing both and I talked with several people who work for Wayne County to plan out my career path. My junior year also led to me taking physical science that caused me to want to take a forensic chemistry direction with my career. Chemistry opens a lot of doors in forensics and has many fun components that would continue to make the job enjoyable for me. This summer I hope to attend a three-week forensic science program at Yale University to help me affirm my interest in this field and meet others who have the same aspirations as