My artifact is a fox pinch pot. It was handmade by me. Choosing colors, it ended up orange and black. My pinch pot is important because it was something I made. Every pinch made, took valuable time and endless effort.
I 'm asking The Office of Student Aid to Please reconsider my finical aid decision, and to regain, and be eligible for finical aid. When I started my second semester, I was doing really well, but then I started to have health issues. I was having numbness in my finger and Multiple joint pain, especially in my hands, and knee. I also have deformed hands. I was born that way.
I come from a military background which required me to do a lot of traveling as a child. I lived in Sicily, Italy for about four and a half years before moving back to the United States. Living in two different countries made me flexibility and tolerant which allows me to adapt and respect others cultures while maintaining my own. These qualities proved to be beneficial this previous summer while studying abroad Japan. I find these qualities essential especially for someone seeking to teach abroad, I feel any great teacher should first be a student themselves.
A War on Three Fronts A flash of light shines in through my eyelids and burns my cornea. Muffled barrages and blasts sound through the silent ringing that overwhelms my eardrums. My eyes peel open and I turn my sore neck from side to side, as the blinding whiteness of everything presents me with the world in three. As the contrast in my pupils returns and the pestilence in my ears subsides, the Earth shaking sounds of bombs and bullets parade through my chest.
I don’t normally go out to after school events but I got an intvition for a award night. but there was a plan in changing the awhereness of my autism its lack there of. I played it like who would give me something, who knows ‘me’ and not autism. the oddest thing is there was a line where my mother had sign her name and to be sent back.
In a person 's life, there shall come a time in which failure has occurred or is occurring right this second. In this personal statement, in which I am writing, I am going to describe to you my own failure, and things related to it, such as what this particular failure was, when it happened, why it happened, the outcome of this event, and how I shall avoid such things in the future to come. February twenty fourth, two thousand ten, I was in seventh grade, I attended another school, I was thirteen years old, I had this English teacher, whose name I shall keep anonymous, time went by all year so fast and and during that year, I struggled in English. Not the language itself, but the curriculum that this teacher taught students with. So I was doing bad in this class, not so bad as to receive an f but bad enough for this teacher to become concerned.
One conflict I have had before was when my friends changed my name on a game and I could not turn it back. It made me so mad when they did it that I kicked the hole in a wall. I didn 't even mean to kick the hole in the wall I was just, so mad I didn 't think about it. I resolved it by trying not to think about it. Now I will tell you about another conflict I had.
Instead of attending the three cultural events, I chose to tutor through the OMSS MARC program. I was assigned two Hispanic, 5th grade girls named Jazmin and Priscilla. Priscilla just moved to the US from Veracruz, Mexico and spoke very little English at the beginning of our meetings. One of the women in charge had me speak in both Spanish and English to her so that she could both understand me and work on her English. Jazmin speaks mainly English, but was very helpful with translating some of the things Priscilla and I had trouble communicating.
We all come from different back grounds and walks of life. Each one of us has our own personal view of the world and how we view it from our own lens. With each one of our experiences, good or bad, it helps shapes what we call our worldview. The worldview of each person varies; and none will ever be the same because we each live different lives and yes, maybe influenced a lot by our religion but, we see things differently and handle situations uniquely because we are our own individuals. There are seven questions I asked myself since we got assigned this paper and I’m comfortable with the answers I’ve come up with and my worldview I’ve grown to acquire with my experiences, traditions, and religions.
Starting middle school challenges any kid transitioning into a teenager. Simple small changes like going from cubbies to lockers excite students. Bigger changes like transitioning from one all day class to six individual classes and pluses and minuses to letter grades can leave some students shell-shocked with new responsibilities. I remember the struggle I had keeping up with all of this in my first year. I found social studies homework especially difficult for me.