When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a medical condition that required me to go to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh multiple times per month. It was boring, annoying, and sometimes painful. I never enjoyed going and that didn’t change as I got older. But when I just started going, I was very sick. Between the one hundred two-degree fever I had and the amount of blood they had to take out of me for tests, I felt miserable.
When I was a freshman, I went to was an event called Winter Rage at Clackamas High School. It was a day where the school collected donations of food, clothes, toys, and basic items for families in need around the community. The day of the event required hours of set-up and packaging. When families arrived, it was very heartwarming to see the smiles on their faces as they received enough food and warm clothes for the winter season. I was in charge of handing out toys and Christmas gifts to children and families.
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For my service on the Plunge, I first went to Our Lady’s Inn, where we talked to a woman working there, watched a video on their mission, and took a tour of the building. I then went to Grace Hill Preschool, where two girls and I helped out in a classroom. At Grace Hill we did a number of tasks including, helping them follow along in a book being read to them, playing on the playground and teaching and singing songs about daily tasks, such as tying their shoes, or packing their backpack. We finished the day at St. Vincent Depaul where we heard 5 women tell their story and experiences with poverty.
During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.
However, I have also gained many life experiences that some many never have, I have participated in the Ross County Queens’ Contest, went to 4-H camps during the summer, and have had the opportunity to raise and show hogs at the county fair. Additionally being a Camp Counselor, a member of Junior Fair Board, and Junior Leaders great
I was born in Chicago and at the age of 3 my family moved to Alabama. I felt like an outsider my whole life not understanding the southern heritage life style. My parents seperated when I was 5 and I found myself living with my Dad and two brothers. I was not a girly-girl to say the least. As I got older
Throughout high school I have participated in many different activities and programs, but one of the opportunities I was given I will carry with me forever. As a junior at River Valley I participated in the Marion General Teen Volunteer Program. After interviewing and being placed in the physical therapy unit I took the opportunity to branch out into other areas of the hospital. I soon made my way to the labor and delivery floor where everyday a miracle happened. My duties while volunteering included assisting the nurses during hearing checks, changing diapers, and rocking crying infants in special care.
The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
“The National Honor Society (NHS) is the nation’s premier organization established to recognize outstanding high school students,” as reported by nhs.us. I am truly honored to be part of this organization, as are some of my classmates. Although there are many requirements when determining who is chosen for NHS and who isn’t, the main requirements are academics, character, leadership, and service. I personally believe I fulfill all of those requirements. One of my top priorities throughout high school is to earn good grades, which can be difficult when I’m involved in many things.
Did you ever wonder why it was hard for Women to get a job in the 1930s and around that time? In the 1930’s timeframe, women were looked at differently, they were looked at weaker than men and people believed that if they had a high paid job or even just a job they were taking the job away from men. They could also be judged on if they were married or not and that would affect them getting a job. Gender roles and stereotypes affect women getting jobs in the 1930s depending on if they are married or not, their race, and because men are the “breadwinners.” Gender roles and stereotypes affect women getting jobs in the 1930s depending on if they are married or not.
I was mainly excited about being able to volunteer somewhere and get the feel of being a social worker. My first thoughts were, where I would I volunteer? The first thing that came to mind was the veteran’s home. I say that because I have an uncle who is a veteran. So initially I felt like if I volunteered their, maybe I could learn what ways I can better assist my uncle in what he is going through.
In middle school and high school, almost every club I was in had to do with serving the community. It has always been something I enjoyed doing. I live in Johnstown, a city where many of the families are in poverty. One of my school 's biggest projects was Trojan Family Christmas, which was a charity event sponsored by Kiwanis Club through our Key Club that ensured children within my school district got at least one present. The members of Key Club, which included myself, put together different activities for the children, which included making Christmas ornaments and hot chocolate.
Quietly stored away in my brain are the honest and humble memories of the six years I spent serving some of the poorest nursing homes in my community and schools for handicapped children. The service group I founded put on performances for, and spent time socializing with, thousands of people with physical or mental limitations. There were countless moments when I knew I was making a difference just by taking the time to listen, or by letting someone hold my hand. Running this non-profit alone was a tremendous undertaking that absorbed hours beyond calculation. Although there were times of frustration, they paled in comparison to the solitary moments I witnessed as our group made a positive mark on one individual after another.
In the first year, I was a part of a pioneering youth development team in Americorps NCCC Southwest Region. I worked with K-12 students in title one schools, Boys & Girls Clubs, Habitat for Humanity, local non-profit organizations, The Red Cross and The Salvation Army. I spent my second year working with underserved youth as a volunteer coordinator for Reading Partners in DC. I learned about the struggles that the students I worked with dealt with every day. I was also able to interact with parents and provide resources for education, housing, food, and nutrition.