As we looked all over camp for her I started to think about nfty and how the program has brought us together. It was only my third event so I had only met this girl three times and I consider her my best friend. She was a person I talk to every day when I’m at home and even though she lives hours away we still are very involved in each other’s life. Nfty does that to people; most people at events don’t come for the decent food or, the hard as rock beds, or the little to nothing vanity space. The come for the friendships and the feeling of helping others and to find who they truly are.
So I knew that this little sportsmen club in alpena would give me a run for my brain. All that was going through my mind was that I had to pass and make my parents proud. Some days all that I could remember from the class is that I would turn right, right before the airport and then turn on the gravel road and sit. In a class for four hours hours that I had been wishing I was at home. My mother always went with me to the class and she was brave she took me if the class was in day or night.
In the fourth grade at what was then Millville, Harriet encountered a teacher who she describes as “mean spirited.” During this same year, Harriet’s mother was diagnosed with cancer. As a fourth grader, Harriet would spend her lunch breaks running the two-mile trek from Millville to her home so that she could care for her Mother while her Father worked. “If I wasn’t on the front steps of the school and in line with my class by the time lunch ended, she would consider me late,” Harriet said, grinning at the childhood memory, “most of the time the other kids would hold the line for me trying to
As I end my sophomore year at Old Dominion University I think about all that I have accomplished in the past two years. I think about traveling to Peru and volunteering at an Hogar and Hospital as a Freshmen, Becoming Co-President of the Women’s ministry for ODU’s Catholic Campus Ministry, and to working hard and receiving good grades in all my classes. Not only do I think about all the work that I have done so far but I also think about my family and all the sacrifices they have made for me. I think about my parents waking up early every day to go to work just so we could have food on the table and a roof over our heads. I think about all they had to sacrifice when they fled from their country just so my siblings and I could grow up with more opportunities, and accomplish any goals we set ourselves without having to worry about whether or not tomorrow would come.
Right now, I am this year 's St. Lawrence County Dairy Princess. Four years ago, my boss asked me if I wanted to join the program. Her daughters were in the program and they were looking for new members. I nicely declined her offer because I was already in 4-H and didn’t want to be busy. Also, I was really shy and did not think I was the best person for the program.
Recently, a friend of the family, Lindsey, and my sister, Karie, went to Petco to volunteer. Earlier this year, during spring break, we went there often. So, considering this project required some sort of community involvement, and since we all had been wanting to go for a while now, I decided to call up Linsday and schedule some time we could all go together. Linsday is 19 and goes to college at Washburn University, originally on a softball scholarship, but just this summer she decided to quit softball in order to focus on other things in her life. I respected that, but still I was sad to see her leave something behind, especially something she was so brilliantly good at!
They are cared for by their foster mother, Nikki. She worked a full time job and needed help taking care of them, so I volunteered to help. Little did I know that a simple babysitting job would change my life. The first night I babysat the boys, I got into a tickle fight with Crew. The oldest boy, Colt, ran over to me.
“Polka,” I repeated. He nodded, a smile stretching across his face. “And how are you a regular among this crowd of geriatrics?” I asked. “I had the privilege of being my mother’s date last year when my dad was recovering from a sprained back muscle. I took her every week for two months.” “So you’re probably pretty good, then,” I teased.
I feel that my unique experiences would greatly contribute to the diversity at Rosalind Franklin University. For example, volunteering with Gentiva Hospice and spending time with patients who had minimal days left to live, and meeting a young woman at Friedman Place who has faced a many hurdles in her life, but taught me the importance of always remaining optimistic. Most significantly, while in 2nd grade, I traveled to Russia with my parents to adopt my sister. We stayed in a small town for two months, allowing my parents and I to spend countless hours at the orphanage. I noticed that the happiest moment of these kids’ day was receiving a piece of fruit, and how their wrists were strapped to their beds at night.
My mom worked long hours, so we rarely went out anymore. I was often in charge of looking after my sisters, and I’d make up games and stories for them, fueling my creativity. We didn’t have much, and it doesn’t seem like anything special, but those three years of seeing my mom work so intensely to provide for us, of waiting for my dad’s phone calls, and having to take responsibility for my sisters, it all helped me become increasingly mature and independent. My mom became my role model, and I strived to grow up to be like her, so I studied diligently in school and made A’s. I began drawing in my spare time with my sisters, and that was the very start of my passion towards my
---- Time marched on; I was almost finished with my first quarter of classes. Mike Newton remained my shadow while Alice despite all my qualms, became my best friend. Her parents - particularly her mother - were even growing on me. I had spent a considerable amount of time at their home, and was included whenever they visited and took Alice out to dinner, to shop or to see a movie. Summer break was three weeks away, and I was uncertain about where I would spend it.
So I wrote a 3 page essay about that breed and gave it to my mom and dad, but they still didn’t aprove about getting a dog. Anyway I have always dreamed about getting a dog and one day this dream came true. It all started when I found this website that shows a bunch of breeders and the puppies that they are selling. So that day I told my mom about the website. Each day I would check on the website, and once I found a puppy I liked I tried to convice my mom and dad to get it.
Upon entering high school, I strived to make new friends and acquire everyone’s approval, even that of my teacher’s. Wanting my name to be known, I joined many clubs, and even ran for a position in our Student Government. When the nomination day finally came around, my nerves were torn to pieces as I waited on the afternoon announcement for those who made the Homecoming list. Our president began sputtering names that were not mine, and I immediately became discouraged. “How could I not be on the list?
I absolutely love science! In fact, I have accelerated my homeschool studies to finish in half the time so I can start inventing solutions for purifying water, making better flotation vests, and much more. I also love music! I have played piano for ten years and have played with my church band regularly for four years. I have played the keyboard, guitar, bass guitar, drums, and vocals with my church band onstage with different songs every time I get up to play.