Albert Einstein once said, “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Although I was not born with the best bike, I have learned to pedal through all the hardships—and that has made all the differences. As a young child, I was shy and timid; however, participating in my high school Cross Country team for four years helped me come out of my shell and become more open and social. When I was new to the team, the senior runners were there to motivate, encourage, and cheer for me as I was striving for the finish line. I was genuinely touched by their team spirit, and it gave me the confidence to pass on this positivity and encouragement to other new runners during my Junior and Senior years. Besides Cross Country,
Nothing is ever given to you in life and if you want to achieve your goals, you must challenge yourself past your limits. While running is an individual sport, the team is so important to becoming a better athlete and person. The team challenges you to be your best and has become the biggest competitor for me. My teammates inspire me to work harder and push me to run faster in every meet and practice. This type of competition is positive because I want my teammates to succeed and they want to see me accomplish my goals.
I was struggling to find out why I was losing sight of my favorite trait: being a social butterfly. When I first entered college, I was so energetic and spontaneous with all the people I met. But, after my sophomore year, I realized something changed within me. I stopped trying to keep friendships alive and barely surrounded myself with others, besides those who are close to me. Through this course and backpacking trip, I was able to gain insights on why I was like this.
It taught me commitment, dedication, sportsmanship, and most importantly, it gave me inspiration. Cross-Country inspired me to exceed my running capabilities and see what I can actually do. With inspiration from this sport, I decided to run a marathon as part of a school project. After all, if I love the feeling from finishing a 3.1 mile race, just imagine what I could feel from a 26.2 mile race. Raising over $1,000 for the Alzheimer's foundation, I ran that marathon, and finished 5th out of nearly 200 people.
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.
“Hey mom, dad, sit down, there’s something I need to tell you.” Concerned, they looked back and forth at each other and sat down. “I have decided to transfer schools.”
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then.
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’.
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
“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.
Since the sixth grade, the blank page of Microsoft Word has been one of my biggest obstacles in writing. Collecting my thoughts, organizing them, and then articulating them was a struggle. Over the last several years I have felt as if my writing has plateaued. Time and time again I found myself staring at the computer screen desperately trying to start my introduction paragraph. Feeling a need to change I enrolled at University of North Georgia in English Composition 1101.
In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.
What vision do you have of yourself ten years from now? I see myself in the National Basketball Association (NBA) getting money and living the good life. I know it will be tough because life is not easy. I will have to work harder than others to get recognized. I will face a lot of tough obstacles, but I know my main three obstacles.
ECO completely omitted my main reason for taking a full time course. I was working merely as an "assistant" and had no professional growth. I clearly remember stating that, "there were no new assignments or projects for me" and I wasn't working well as he stated and respected ECO failed to interpret it in its true meaning. My career got stuck at a point and I was restricted to basic duties and sometimes I was made fun for having no new dimensions in career, emotionally and mentally I started to suffer because of this. As time passed, I realized my true potential is being wasted and in order to save my chances of a flourishing career, my professional confidence and professional and self respect.