I may have it harder socially than most people, but I have experiences that nobody else does. It is important to embrace what I have gone through and continuously learn and progress. Allowing a struggle to become an excuse is a way of conceding and being defeated and I think that is the weak thing to do. To brush off what has happened with a smile and embrace new challenges is the strong thing to do and will only increase personal growth. My advice for anybody who will be moving soon to a new place, most likely college, is to keep an open mind and heart to people that they do not know.
One of the most difficult things I have ever experienced is moving to Idaho before my junior year of high school from Utah. Despite this being a common occurrence for people it was hard for me because it uprooted me from the community I had lived in for the past seven years, and the people I loved. It caused me to leave friends that I grew up with and that I couldn’t imagine leaving. And forced me to meet new friends and discover a new place. As I have had time to reflect on my experiences it causes me to realize that it doesn’t matter where you are, or the people you know, but how you react in the situation.
It's hard to stay optimistic in a Challenge, sometimes you want to give up and quit. But in the end you have to stay with it. Whether it be getting a new job, starting college, learning to drive, working in a group you don't want to be in ,and even playing a new instrument. You have to try your hardest to stay together and keep going for your friends, family, and for yourself. One of the hardest challenges for me was switching instruments the end of the eighth grade year for the marching band that next fall.
The Ride Today, my family and I went to Kings Island and we made it through the exhausting car ride.. We walked into the park and we were started looking for somewhere for a roller coaster to ride like the small ,medium, big, and huge I wanted to go on a medium kind roller coaster. We roamed around a little going around checking all of the places to eat, little games to play, and the huge rides they have. I said to my dad “ There's a lot of places to eat here.” he and said “I wonder why it’s always packed too.”
One warm august night my sister Ellie and I watched the film Into the Wild. The story of Chris McCandless reconnecting with nature and going out on his own was profound to me. My mom was an avid hiker when she was younger and even climbed Mount Olympus, but as she’s gotten older and kids and life have taken over hiking hasn’t been much of priority. After the movie ended I told her I wanted to go on a short backpacking trip by myself before I had to go back to school and immediately my ten year old sister wanted to come with me. I agreed and we spent the next twenty four hours planning, packing and figuring out exactly where we were going.
Dancing Through the Pages Reading has never been a hobby of mine. Yeah, I would read the required books for school or may pick up a random book occasionally, but I have never been a bookworm. Some books I read in class were, personally, not stimulating. There was one, however, that stood out to me and grabbed my attention from the very first page, not knowing that this book, later on, would leave an impact on my fascination of a previous decade and dance career.
Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.
“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season.
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
The day began like any ordinary day except on this day a scene I envisioned for years was about to occur. Finding me trapped in a moment in space and time with a huge decision to make as my heart kept pounding [IT/DC]. Growing up I was fascinated with extreme flips. I longed to learn the front flip.
In elementary I had 3 good friends. Alleigh (the one from second grade), Grace, and Lirie. Alleigh moved in 2nd grade so I didn’t have any friends in the beginning of 3rd grade. 3rd grade was the grade you had to be in or previously been in to be allowed to hang out with the 5th graders. The 5th graders were the coolest kids ever and the more friends you had, the more likely it was for you to become friends with the 5th graders.
The Move The thought of leaving my friends terrified me. That was my exact thought, when I was discussing the move with my mother. My parents had decided on moving me back to our hometown of Woodruff, in hopes of starting a business there. Of course, like all teenagers would have been, I was angry.
It was a sunny afternoon; the sky was clear, and the wind was blowing ever so softly. It was late December, my dad had just finished loading the last pair of skis on the top rack of our SUV, nicely lined up in a row. He lifted the hood, anxiously checking for any noticeable issues. For several days our vehicle had refused to start, forcing my parents to pour their money into repairs.
As 7th grade started, my social life came to a definitive close. I struggled greatly with friends, primarily because one of my good friends had left Trafton in 6th grade to receive home schooling, and because all of my other friends from elementary schools attended other schools. I attempted to reach more friendly terms with people who I previously
Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.
