On Monday, both Mr. Levine and our paralegal were gone, so it was just my on-site mentor, her husband (who was recruited to help out), and me in the office. For a large portion of the day, I was on the computer and answering phone calls. The phones weren 't too crazy, thankfully. My main purpose for being there was to help my on-site mentor as much as possible. I don 't know how to do even half of what the paralegal does, but I knew enough to help with standard office stuff, like scanning papers and drafting subpoenas to be sent out (mostly for personal injury cases, but for family law cases as well).
The woman that I had choose to interview is a Teacher, a mentor to many students, and a dear friend of mine. Her name is Andrea Micallef. She would say that she a Graphic Designer that came from Industry, not “Academia.” She used to freelance by doing Identity/Branding for companies (designed The Guitar Center logo) and taught at Universities. But she left all of that to teach at El Camino College (ECC) and is a volunteer for “Meals on Wheels.”
My senior year I decided to tryout for the soccer team. I thought I had a pretty good chance in making the soccer team since I’ve had some experience playing soccer, and I thought I was pretty good. Anyway, I ended up making the team, and their were some times I felt like quitting because we did ran so much, but luckly I had my friends who motivated
At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me.
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
During my high school year, I was able to learn a lot in my dance class. The fine arts help me to become more mature. It gives me a lot of motivations, skills, knowledge, and the information that I need for me to know what I need to do with my life later on. It makes me relax when I dance, and it makes me focus better on all of my classes. I am able to do my homework more efficiently because dancing boost my brainpower, improve my memory, and make me smarter.
Soccer is one thing I will never regret investing my time in during high school (I won’t regret studying either); over time it has developed me into the person I am today. I have been playing soccer since the age of six, and ever since I started I couldn’t stop, but at one point in time I wanted to quit soccer but thankfully I had my mom to push and support me through my “phase”. Having the support from my mom and family motivated me to tryout for the girl’s soccer team my freshman year. Throughout all the of the hard work and effort I put into tryouts that year, I ended up being a starter on the varsity team. Being on the team made me appreciate the passion and love I have for soccer.
My sophomore year of high school was my second year on the junior varsity soccer team. I was disappointed at first for having not made the varsity team when so many girls I grew up with and had played travel soccer with had made it as freshman and sophomores. A few days after tryouts my coach pulled me aside to speak with me. She told me that she wanted to have a team captain, which she had never done before because she was against the idea, and that she wanted me to be the one to hold that title and responsibility. I was thrilled.
As I said, I was never great at basketball, but my team was. I played for the Greenbelt Rec team where everyone was pretty good, but I wasn’t. My coach, Andy, was great and very encouraging and he made me feel like I was the best, even if I did horribly. I felt like a star, until I turned ten and my coach was Damon. Damon made everyone feel bad about themselves, especially those not in his starting five.
More Than Just a Coach I first met Mr. Olson as a freshman algebra one student. At that time for me, I didn’t think he would have a great influence in my life. But now that I am a senior, and I have gotten to know him more as being an athlete, he has made an admirable mark in my life by being a great role model. He is more than just a math teacher and a running coach, he is someone who emphasizes strength and the importance of believing in yourself.
I would try my hardest at every practice and occasionally stay after practice. I was so obsessed with soccer that I spent over half of every week playing or practicing soccer. Then it happened, my coach introduced me to club soccer. Joining a team of girls who were equally obsessed with soccer made me feel special and noticed. Training twice a day with my high school team, and once a day with my club team payed off.
“Know this, you can start over, each morning.” - Tyler Joseph. It was soccer practice and I was making my way to the field. I was about seven or eight years old. Unfortunately, I just couldn’t make that one shot.
Whenever she brought up a challenge I was the first to attempt it. I always wanted to be in the demonstration even though there was an exceedingly high risk of failure in front of my teammates. My coach saw something in me that was unique to the others. This led me to muster up the guts to try out for a travel team. Playing at this level not only gave me confidence on the field but diminished the anxiety of not being the best on the team.
The class of 2016 I 'm actually surprised I made it this far but I made it this far because of my friends and family especially the teachers. it could not have been easy putting up with me all these years, picking me up when I falter, trying to get me on track when I 'm staring into space (which is pretty much all the time.) I have had some good times and bad times at Ella Lewis, mostly bad (Just Kidding.) Some of the good memories are like when I tried to dunk a basketball in the basketball hoop and ended up landing on my back.
It had become increasingly difficult to breathe; my chest had turned to lead and the weights attached to the tension in my shoulders had decided they were no longer content to remain a nuisance. Time was progressing, but I was not. Without warning, he announced he was leaving. Without warning, he resigned as band director and abandoned our music program in a heart-breaking state of affairs, leaving me vulnerable. My leadership position within the band program had given me false confidence and I thought I had everything under control.
