My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit. I find that I usually have more success when writing about something that I truly enjoy and struggle when talking about something I do not really care about. Both my parents were minimal to no help with writing
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.” The first time I had met Andrea was in the beginning of the spring semester of 2008 at ECC, when I was enrolled in her Typography class that she was teaching at the time. Frankly, my first impression of her was not positive. I felt that she was very intimidating and load-spoken. I wanted to drop the class after the first day, but I had to stay enrolled due to financial aid. However, after surviving a couple of months in her class, her style of teaching started to make sense. She was trying to teach us “how” to think instead of “what” to think. When I first came to ECC I was undeclared for years. I didn’t know what major to because I was always told that Art was just a hobby—not a career. I used to believe that until met her. I feel that I owe it to her because she
My Debt I have paid my education through financial aid from Federal institutions, I do not earn enough to pay for my college up front. I have worked at various jobs while attending school to pay for my living expensive but none of that money has been applied to my debt thus far. Also, due to the high cost of living I am unable to make any payments on my loans currently. I’ve tried to make well with what I have for the foreseeable future which is bellow the poverty line.
During my high school career I have made a consistent effort to stay involved in both my school and community. Through clubs such as Key Club, National Art Honor Society, and National Honor Society I’ve been able to help out locally and globally in an abundance of ways. In Key club and NHS I am able to volunteer in traditional ways, but National Arts Honors Society allows me to contribute to my community and school in a creative way that stimulates people 's minds through art. Due to these activities having a significant impact on my life my future career options are based around what I have learned from them.
My teammates and I finally reached the Atlanta stadium, the head coach told us all the formations,plays,strategies,and who will be starting. When I heard "Eric Marshall will be one of the primary and starting receivers," I almost jumped in joy, because it had been a dream to play in the super bowl. As we walked into the stadium to practice, I could hear fans screaming, many of which were cheering for us. I felt as if we could not lose or we would let many, many people down. While Marcus and I were doing some practice plays, I felt great When our rivals, the Patriots came in, they looked as if they have been training for this moment for their lives. They did many drills and each of them either looked perfect or the closest to perfect.
Well, It all started in 1982. July 18th, 1982 to be exactly. Born with the father Ricky Savage and mother- Crissy Savage My childhood was something I call PERFECT! The money, toys, all the electronic 's that I could have had back then. Up too about 2002 everything was perfect. School was just great. I had all the friend 's I could have, great grades, no enemys. Just perfect. It was in August of 2002 that my parents had a fight. I got a police playset for my good test score. I accidently took my dads phone, and broke it as him NOT paying a ticket that I wrote out to him for not picking up his underwear for his shower. He acused my mother for it, and they got into a huge fight. As I grew up in Liberty City, I ran off and got onto a bus that
When I was was younger, I was a caterpillar crawling around trying to get through life, waiting to turn into the beautiful butterfly I know I could soon become. I made good decisions along with bad ones, saw the beauty in life as well as the unpleasant. I was like everyone else trying to be their own person, but now as I look at myself in the mirror I can finally see who I really am. I see myself as the beautiful butterfly I once dreamed of becoming, ready to fly down my own path. I have been in my chrysalis and I am finally out and ready to fly into my bright future. Christopher Newport University is the direction I am ready to fly. Transferring to CNU means a brighter future, success, and being one step closer to reaching my goal to become an astonishing kindergarten teacher.
Cannon Hall 3rd Hour Don ‘Butch’ Hall I never was really close with my grandfather. I’ve pretty much lived in Utah my whole life. I was born in Richland, Washington, but I have no memories of living there because my family moved here, to Utah, when I was two. The majority of my family, from both my mother’s and my father’s side, live in the northwest.
It is not only my intellectual curiosity, but also my passion towards giving back to the community, that will lead me to success. As a UD honors student, I plan on joining organizations and performing volunteer work that I have done in high school. It will allow me to consolidate my musical and creative passions, while participating in new extracurricular activities pertaining to sports and community service. I believe that with the University of Delaware’s many opportunities, I can have the potential to become a strong leader and active member of the UD Honors community. The lessons that I have learned from working with these children will forever remain a part of me, as I hope to grow to be someone who will one day be able to change society, and will remind me to always dare to
I am writing to inform this college of my inability to provide the financial information for my non-custodial parent, Seth Owirodu. My father has been out of my life since the fall of 2011 due to his lack of financial support and unfulfilled family responsibilities. During that time, we lived in a three bedroom, two bathroom house. One of the rooms was used to store his belongings, another was his bedroom, and the last room was the room my mom, siblings, and I stayed in. Cracks populated the house, allowing rodents and snakes to enter. At that time, my mother was pleaded with him about moving into a better home (a promise he made) by combining their income. However, he lacked any apathy toward her suggestions.
Counting down the list from number 20 to eventual number 1, my heart raced as they called out the names. It was 8th grade and the rankings were out. This may seem like a rather pretentious achievement but when they called out the name “Andrea Campos” as the valedictorian of Copiague middle school. My heart skipped a beat and tears streamed down my face. Hearing my parents brag about me to their friends made me feel like my accomplishment was their achievement as well. The immense joy I received from them was priceless and therefore it is my proudest
Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college. I took an ice cold shower and threw on a dress, making my way to Bowdoin 15 minutes late (and still sweating). I went through the motions of the Senior Dinner that night: I
A sense of accomplishment is invaluable to a person. Not only does a sense of accomplishment build confidence and faith in oneself, but it also allows one to reflect on how wonderful the journey to the accomplishment was, and how every little struggle and triumph was worth it. In the middle of summer, where time seems endless and the stress of the previous school year has been shed by students, I never expected to find out that I scored a five on both of the advanced placement exams I took. Nor did I have one-hundred percent confidence the goals we set as section leaders of the marching band would actually be met. Yet to my surprise, I had the good fortune of accomplishing challenging things in both aspects of my life. Both accomplishments, especially my scores on the Advanced Placement exams, gave me a sense of self-confidence and faith in my ability to accomplish my goals that I had