SIKANDAR HASIB - INDIA MY EXPERIENCE IN GENERAL My first day in Indonesia was not a pleasant one, when I had landed in Jakarta the International Office of UNPAD had sent a taxi to pick me up from airport. On my way to Bandung my taxi have met with a serious accident. Me and the taxi driver, both of us got serious injuries. I was hospitalized in semi intensive care for 6 days. So in a way my Bandung life has started in a hospital. At first, I was thinking the day I will be discharged from the hospital
state. Life there was hard. In elementary school, I was always the black sheep of my class and didn’t have many friends. I was a quiet, nerdy, shy girl. There weren’t many other geeky outsiders like me in my class either, and I longed to be one of the popular girls, the girls who had pretty hair and perfect faces and who did sports. Unfortunately, I was never a big fan of sports and I was always concerned about my looks. Some days I felt my hair was too thick, and on others, I felt like my glasses
tired, I was stressed, and I couldn 't take it anymore. There was no solution till now and I needed one as soon as possible. I can 't keep all this pain in me. So I decided to meet up with my friend. She always had some sort of solution, I 'm just not sure that she has one for this. I had to admit it, I had to admit my depression. I went to her house and rang the doorbell. As soon as she opened the door, I bursted in tears. I was bewildered on how much weight she gained, but that didn’t really matter
My story is littered with a litany of tragedy and strength. I believe with my whole heart that everything happens for a reason. As mythologist Joseph Campbell states, “It’s a privilege of a life-time to be who you are.” Today, I don’t want to be led by my wounds. I want to be led by my faith. With this said, I did not really appreciate my education until I lost everything. Finishing high school was a struggle for me, this was because I was addicted to alcohol and drugs. I was a true wild-child and
Life always has its thrilling moments, but it also has its traumatic moments. On March 21, 2014, my life changed and I learned to how to become a strong person and appreciate the chances I got to spend with family. March 21 was the day that the oldest cousin in my family passed away at only 28 years old. I remember how everything happened from the call I received to the day of his funeral. The day that he passed away, it was a Friday and I was in my room watching a movie called The Blind Side.
had a surgery for my right elbow. I had broken it with 12 years. I could not move it anymore since a part of my muscles did not grow in the way they should. However, the doctors gave too much anesthetic and I had problems to wake up after the surgery. I remember that I had a hard pain and it was difficult to breathe. The doctors gave me pain killers so that I would feel better, but instead,I stopped breathing and my heart made a pause. I did not feel anything but love and peace. My mom and the doctors
“I can 't breathe, I can’t breathe,” wheezing between the words I screamed for help as loud as I my body allowed me to. While it felt as if my lungs were nonexistent and an elephant was standing on my chest. I glanced at my mom fearfully as she arrived. I had no sense of what was happening. As she picked me up and shot to the door, I began thinking how my life would change. The night before first grade I became drowsy, and fell asleep before 8:00 p.m. already dreaming of the day I have long awaited
Throughout my life, there have been many ups and downs which have been caused by the people who have come into and out of my life. Here I am, 16 years old, and have been through some things that I hadn’t really thought I would have to endure. I understand that many other people have worse problems than mine and have endured much worse than what I have, but I believe that because of my past experiences and hardships, it helps me learn how to deal with tough situations and the power of forgiveness
1. My life experiences just happened to lead me to social work by chance; I believe it was meant to happen, however. After I got my GED when I was 18, I was left with the question: what now? Do I decide to try college, or go to work? My mother tried to go to college at Ball State, but she barely finished a year before she decided it wasn’t for her. My father only did brief certification classes and/or tests; this was so he could get a better job or higher pay. Conventional college was not for him
did not want my life to change either. I had heard stories of things like this from kids on the playground about how I will be forgotten about forever. I did not want this to be true but it sat in the forefront of my mind. Every one of those thoughts changed that day though. First though, lets begin a few days prior when the story starts to unfold. The day is October 6, 2006 now and like any 7 year old I was in school. That day though was a different day. That day while I was in class my teacher got