His only regret was not having finished school. This inspired Dennis to go back to college and earn his degree to get out of his rut. I can relate to this. Prior to this class, I did not attend school for two years. Completely lost, I have been working multiple dead end jobs looking for my future career.
I felt devastated as I wrote an email to the program director saying that I wanted nothing more than to participate but I did not have the monetary means to finance my voyage. At the beginning of my junior year, I applied for another cultural exchange program with the eager desire of broadening my horizons, but I again lacked the financial means to fund my participation. Now that I have found a program that is in alignment with my current academic interests and my long-term career goals, I am determined to find the funding that will make my participation
I am passionate in everything I do and knowing that I am making a difference is the catalyst that drives me to work hard and be the best leader I can be. During the past few years, I have had the unique opportunity to advocate and be a voice for ailing, hungry and bullied children in the community and abroad. During the past few years, I have participated in the Girl Scout Miss Media program. As a Girl Scout Miss Media spokesperson, I have had the opportunity to participate in press conferences, interviews, radio/TV ads and contribute my thoughts on various advisory panels for bullying. In addition, I have been the voice for girls in major Girl Scout events and aided in securing a $25,000 Sprint grant for underserved girls within the community.
Throughout my life, I have faced a considerable amount of adversity, and they have all made me into the person I am today. The best instance of this would be when I was a freshman. As a trombonist, getting braces was the worst possible thing that could have happened to me. To make things even worse, I got them on a few months before Region auditions. The learning curve was hard, and I didn’t make the cut for Freshman Region.
My identity was formed by watching my parents over the years.Over ten years ago we immigrated to the united states, none of us spoke english. My parents had a me, a four year old and my sister who was a few months old so life was hard. The first few years we were in the United States my parents worked very hard to be independent from government assistance. Both of them worked full time jobs, while trying to go to community college. After years of struggling my parents have reached their goal, we are finally in a stable financial situation and their kids are going to school.
Both of my parents had come to the United States of America from Uzbekistan with virtually no education, my mother would work copious hours and attend college simultaneously to provide for the family. Being the older sibling, it became my responsibility to watch over of my younger brother who had yet to develop the ability to care for himself. Such an experience was very fulfilling being able to basically raise a youngster, and incorporate my passion and knowledge of basic Occupational Therapy in helping him reach his milestones. My long-term professional goal as an aspiring Occupational Therapist is to establish myself in an institution such as a school for disabled children, a path that would provide great fulfillment for my passion. Upon completion of my OT program, the skills I will have developed will guide me to create positive outcomes for the children I will be working with.
It took me what seem like forever to be able to live out my dream of coming back to Texas Tech University. I told myself from the beginning of my college career that no matter what happens I will finish where I started not knowing what would soon happen. During second semester of my freshman year my father lost his leg due to an accident. Those times were the hardest not only for him but also for our family. My father lost his job, my mother had to work more and I made the choice to go back home to help out financially.
Becoming a us citizen of us from the time that I was in high school, I though in getting the citizenship through my mom,but I noticed that she was really scared of applying, so I didn 't bother her and chose to wait the require time to apply by myself after two years of waiting, I stared the process and the fist step was filling the application in Internet, second was taking the on us office and last was taking an oath, after all this steps finally I got my citizenship. When I stared applying with the us citizen office, I was eighteen years old and I was really scared and nervous of the process, But that dint stop me from starting the application. So I decided to fill the application on line with all my information and paying all the fees with my moms credit card, after that I had wait for one month and a half and while that I felt that the waiting time was taking for ever, but when I got the letter it makes me feel better knowing that they received my information and
I continued to press forward, completing my sophomore class president speech weeks ahead of time and even laminating it several days before speech day in an effort to present myself in a professional light. Unfortunately, despite my copious preparation, I lost again. Devastated, I refused to speak to the new class president for about a week following the results; however, I eventually re-befriended the latter and vicariously threw myself into preparing for the following year’s
As a child I would always see my parents work hard for every dollar they made. When I reached my teenage years I realized that it was because they were immigrants to this country and took whatever job opportunity they could find. I also came to realize that I was an immigrant, and that life was tougher for not having the proper documentation. This year I fell into the biggest hole of my life. I learned that I was not going to get financial aid because of my legal status and my mother was also diagnosed with a tumer last month.