The most important thing for me is an enjoyable environment in which my potential for learning can flourish. Coming to UWSP I found myself missing that environment, everything else I found enjoyable except the environment for learning. I need my own space so I could focus in my studies, and sadly it was too late when I finally realized that the dorm life it 's not for me. I was a high honors student in high school and I wish I could transfer that into college, but this semester has been extra hard to keep up with regular hours of studying. Hopefully with the move to UWM could guarantee me a safe and enjoyable place where I can focus on my studies and future.
I can 't afford to get any bad grades since my dream to be a doctor still in reach.
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For my Diverse Field Experience this semester, I spent fifteen hours at the Mclean County Juvenile Detention Center. This particular center was occupied by about 8-14 juveniles at a time, all depending on court dates and occupancy of other nearby detention centers. This center usually had 3 staff members working the shift every time I went, which was seven to nine on weekday afternoons. I was intrigued to go to at this time because I thought it would be the time of the day were the juveniles had no school work or other obligations to do while I was there. I wanted to see what they liked to do in the free time before bed, the only stipulation being mandatory snack time at eight pm.
I gained my first exposure to the union movement when I joined the United Food and Commercial Workers’ union as a bagger at the local grocery store. Acme Fresh Market introduced me to many aspects of the working life, but joining and learning about our Local 880 union proved a unique source of information and stability. Even through moving to work as a cashier and pharmacy technician, the union has always undoubtedly offered support and security during my whole working experience. The union has offered me countless benefits, some involving a fair wage, a safe working environment, paid vacations and breaks, protects of my civil rights, and an eight hour workday with possibility of overtime compensation.
Senior year is winding down and three things that has been on my mind lately, one of which is UChicago. As I am artsy fartsy and I have written a crap poem to showcase my love for UChicago. Will anyone read this? Probably not, but I will share anyway and probably change some of the wording and add it to my quality blog (Grapesofcontentment.tumblr.com; high quality) University of Chicago To my dearest love, I pardon that my deep affections towards you are unrequited, And that you have many fine suitors that beseech you as well, As my love for you is immortal; an inevitable consequence of Your profoundness, your passion, your splendor, and intellect.
A School where you are surrounded by people of all ages, you are taught by real college professors and have to take responsibility for yourself. This was a huge step for me, along the way I fumbled and sort of slipped of track, but my devotion for my dream of attending college and entering the health profession pulled me right back on tract. My whole life I have been devoted to education and striving to do better. My strive for bettering myself and reaching my goals and dreams will never stop, no matter
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.
In my freshman year, I made a choice to relinquish some of my social life and replace that time giving back to my community. I joined a non-profit organization called the Volunteer Corp. We spent our time at food banks, park clean-ups, and even hosting local events. This experience left a lasting impression on me in many ways; however, one experience changed my perspective on life and serve as a constant reminder of how the smallest contribution to others can be the most powerful. St. Joseph University, in Philadelphia, held an event called Hand in Hand. It was an event dedicated to raising awareness for people with physical and/or developmental disabilities.
I am a criminal justice major here at SUU. I am a responsible, honest, and hardworking student and continue to maintain these characteristics. I wish to strive for a 4.0 GPA while maintaining my maturity and character. This housing will provide an environment in which I can achieve this goal and others with the highest efficiency. While focusing on my studies, I will be able to sustain a level of independence.
Getting involved means being apart of something more, having the chance to met different people, helping out the community, but its also means learning more about who you are as a person. Starting off at Washburn University I plan to get involved right away, in activities or clubs that would help my academically and socially like the Hispanic club , Freethinkers and French club. I will set goals for myself and achieve them, some small some big. One goal I am pursuing right now is learning french and Portuguese, i plan on going to Brazil next year. School goals, are turning in my work on time, stay focused on any task that is given to me, making sure I understand what i need to do and how to do it.
My whole life long, I have been trying to find a place where I can truly fit in. I have also been worried about what I would do when I grew up. I was torn between my passion for horses and my passion for performing. There was no way I could give up one for the other, so I searched the net for Christian colleges that had majors in both equine studies and vocal performance and there it appeared: Asbury University. It was manna from Heaven.
My mother entered my bedroom and immediately her face widened in absolute shock. “What did you do?” I froze, panicked. I had been discovered. Twelve-year-old me was sitting on the bedroom floor when she had come in.
So over the summer I got to visit two schools, the University of Maryland and Johns Hopkins university. So when I went to the University of Maryland I felt like I liked it more than John 's Hopkins. At the University of Maryland, they have the School of medicine, nursing, pharmacy, social worker law and dentistry. So I visit the school medicine and also got to see their campus and their hospital. During the tour, I also got to visit the trauma center and even went up to see their helicopter.
I wish I could say that HWS never caused me to become frustrated, stressed out, or constantly sleep deprived. Trust me, college excelled at all those things. But none of us sitting here today came to HWS to experience those things, and I would argue that we didn’t come here to just learn either. We could have gone anywhere for that. No, we came to HWS for a particular kind of education; for the interdisciplinary nature of the curriculum, one that encourages students to discover and pursue new passions; for the close bonds we get to form with our faculty members; for the likes we get when we Instagram pictures of campus and the lake, because yeah, it’s gorgeous
I am first generation college student. I started Florida Gulf Coast University four years after I migrated from Jamaica along with my Dad, in pursuits of “an opportunity”- something that is very scarce outside of the continental United States. Before coming to FGCU, I went to Miramar High School; I graduated with honors and promised my Dad that within four years I would bring home my bachelors degree in Finance. August 14th, 2013 marked move in day at Florida Gulf Coast University. My first few weeks at Florida Gulf Coast University introduced me to the dreariest days and nights of my life.
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.
This is a story about why I join the MUN club. When I entered the high school, I had not idea what MUN is, but my friend deceived me by saying that the MUN club is a "movie club" watching all kinds of movie about U.N. And it was stupid of me to believe such nonsense. That 's why I participate MUN club now. However, even though I was cheated, the MUN happens to be one of my