I thought I was ready to retire the sash, but my mom had one more trick up her sleeve… I learned I was going to philmont about a month before school ended. For those who don't know, philmont is a “high adventure” boy scout camp, and when you go there you put all of your belongings on your back and hike a route that your crew created, occasionally stopping at various outposts. At first I was very reluctant to go, but then after talking to my friends and discussing how fun it could be I decided what the heck. Me and my 6 man crew, 10 if you count the parents, planned our hike and then went
In my elementary school in West Texas, we performed songs on stage about America sometime around 9-11. My music teacher started this idea as a way for our school and town to honor those who died during the terrorist attacks. Most of the songs revolved around the states and their capitals or were songs like God Bless America. At the end of the last song though we would sit down and watch a slide show played to Alan Jackson’s (Where were you). The only problem that I had was that I was the only one who didn’t remember 9-11 happening.
The night before my first hunt was sleepless, we were going to be bow hunting out of a tree stand my dad had set up for us. The times we had before a hunt only further added to the growing passion I had developed for hunting. I awoke early the next morning so excited I was practically shaking. We put on our thick hunting clothes and made our way to the stand we would be hunting from. Me and my father quickly ascended the twelve-foot ladder stand and began our wait.
--- How to survive the forced military service (part 1) How to find joy and relief under harsh realities Compulsory military service I was born in South Korea — NOT where the mighty leader Kim Jong-un holds his mandatory Pyongyang dance party — and raised at a boarding school in California since age 12. Although I had spent most of my life in the United States, I was (and still am) proud of my cultural heritage. But as much as I liked my identity as a Korean citizen, it bothered me that I was most likely going to be forced to serve in the Korean military for approximately 2 years.
I was never interested in academics nor did I ever consider myself ever wanting to teach. In fact, I almost did not graduate high school. However, because I wanted to make my mother proud, and achieve my dream of becoming a firefighter I pushed myself to graduate high school. Saving someone’s life from a burning building, rescuing a teen from a car crash, or bringing a cat home to their owner after getting stuck on a tree. It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days?
When I think of my best accomplishment the verse from James 3:5 sticks to me. " A tiny spark can set a great forest on fire". Being a part of the Breast Cancer Awareness Club (BCA) for five years at my school and president for the last three has been a journey that I can 't quite put into words. I remember joining the club as a young eighth grader wanting to learn more and do what I could to help as I saw my aunt struggle with it.
It was only my second year being in choir and I was going to attempt college-level music competing against people who have been singing way longer than I had; some that has even been in choir since the sixth grade. I knew I needed all the help I could get so I went to Tarleton’s All-State Choir Camp over the summer. It was there I saw a familiar face, Kyle Hendrix, a former all-stater bass from our school.
Not only have these lessons prepared me and made me a perfect candidate for this summer program, but also prepared me for the environment of Duke University in the future. When I was eleven years old, my role model, my hero, my daddy, lost his six year long battle with colon cancer and passed away. It was a long and agonizing journey that my entire family suffered through. I did not realize it at the time, but this painful experience had taught me many lessons that most people probably will not learn in their lifetime. One of the lessons this tragedy taught me was that if I could live through something as traumatic as a parent suffering and eventually dying, then I knew that I could get through anything that life threw at me, no matter how
But now that I am in the second semester of college, I am shattering apart even though in the prior semester I was on the Dean’s list. I have so much pressure in college classes, not to
It was the day that I’ve been waiting for over 3 years. A day that would finally let me be normal like everyone else and have the choices as other people without being ridiculed by the teachers that saw me as unqualified to be taught in a standard way. Thanks to my mom thinking that it would be a marvelous idea to have me be placed in special education due to my lack of effort taking reading comprehension test. I was placed in special education at the end of 5th grade, and sought to see the end of it. That day would eventually come on early April of 2015, where I was called upon to the office during class in 8th grade.
("A Quote) When I sit back and think of all the ways band has changed my life for the better, I realize it was not just the music, but also those who are in the band. Wirt County Tiger Marching Band was literally my go to for the longest time, especially after my parents split up, the only people I wanted to talk to were those in band. I started band when I was in the fifth grade and I played a clarinet for about two weeks and realized that I had made the biggest error thinkable. After two weeks passed I then tried out the trumpet and
Freshman year came. I tried out for a team that was located in Indiana this time, called Indiana Dew (after Mountain Dew, no less.) I didn’t want to play on Chi-Town anymore because I would have to move up to the 16U division while my younger teammates were still in 14U. The thought of joining a new Chi-Town team terrified me and I wished desperately that I was born in 1993 instead of 1992 (my birthday is December 19, so I was only 12 days short of the deadline.) I used to joke to my mom that we should have forged my birthdate on my birth certificate so I could still play with the same team.
Change in aspects related to my family, our savings, and more importantly—myself. With Autism came the divorce of my parents, them getting married to new people, and now having four grandmothers instead of two. With Autism came all the college funds and life savings going straight to my brother in speech classes and a special school for Autistic children that my mother would drive 30 minutes everyday to. With Autism came the change in me, the change in my personality and ability to have empathy and kindness towards others. With Autism I grew, and with Autism I learned more about the harsh and beautiful reality of the world.
Scouts and leaders alike discussed the Eagle Scout rank with awe. I knew from my very first day that I did not want to be a part of the 95%, I was determined to become an Eagle Scout. It wasn’t until the end of fifth grade, when I joined my Boy Scout troop, that I understood the
One fourth of the way around the world, away from Darfur is a similar problem concerning the Hmongs. Hmongs have resided in southern Asia for ages. They have done many great and if America wins, they would be responsible of building schools and sending teachers over to educate the Hmongs’ way of living. If America loses the war in Vietnam, Americans promised to welcome Hmong people over to America to escape any further harm or problems. Not many people know about this promise, but Hmong parents remind their kids everyday that if their children were to go to school and have racial discrimination against their language or culture, their children should remember the great things they did for America and challenge the saying that Hmongs should return to their homeland.