At school registration, just a few weeks before the starting of school, I made the decision to make the “graduation” cliff not as horrible or terrifying. That day I made the sudden decision to sign up for some honor classes and dual credit senior classes, only being a junior. (THE CALL) I knew the upcoming year was…
As a first generation college student, I navigated the college system on my own, both financially and academically. I did so by trying to balance multiple part-time jobs with a heavy academic load and a healthy social life. One of my major setbacks came nine days before my winter finals sophomore year when my four roommates and I lost our house and our belongings in a fire. It was the middle of a very snowy December in Minnesota, and between help from the Red Cross, beloved friends, and many evenings spent in the back of my Toyota I managed to finish the semester. I picked up a second job in order to replace the items I had lost, and the extra work time caused my grades to dip in the spring.…
A.I believe the most challenging aspect of working in protective services would be not letting your career consume you physically and mentally. Knowing that there's such a great need out there and you're not always able to help when you want to,would be the most challenging aspect to me . You wouldn't think that it affects you, but it does. The emotional strain of the job and the desire to want to help everyone can be overwhelming.…
Beginning junior year, I occupied myself with the most constructive investment in my life. My daily routine was bland, but oddly hailed as the ultimate path to victory. I was learning in school, but the learning lacked meaning. Plot lines and mathematical formulas were unavailing ideas, which I tepidly regurgitated. I concluded that a life permeated with monotonous toil was not worth celebrating on my day of judgment.…
The door slams. Angry voices pervade throughout the house. Fear, fear of what was to happen next lingered in my mind. It became a part of my daily routine. At a very young age I realised that life was not all sunshine and rainbows.…
On March 31, 2018, which was on a Saturday I went to my first real view, soccer game it was located inside the southeast entrance of stubhub center at 12pm in the afternoon. I had never been to a game before, but of course my husband convinced me to go with him and my in laws since they are big fans of the Galaxy team. I was really excited since I had already seen these teams play on television. Although it was my first time I had a lot of fun and really enjoyed being able to understand the sport and their rules. I just felt so bad when a player would get injured because it seemed so painful seeing someone get kicked or falling really bad and getting scratched by the grass.…
In my childhood, I went to Nerd Camp at Northwestern during the summer. While I was there, I fell in love with Northwestern’s environment, especially the city of Evanston. I knew that I wanted to apply there in the future. Of course, a few three-week long stays at Northwestern wasn’t enough for me to learn what being an undergraduate student there is like, but during my transition from Nerd Camp Student to High School Student, and now to College Student, I’ve also realized the academic benefits Northwestern offers.…
Reading the article made me think a lot about what happens to me when I am asked to remember something. I thought about something that happen just last night, my dad was trying to remember something that happen about 8 years ago, when he called about his glasses. He tried to say that my older sister was there, but she wasn’t. My brother and I argued with him and told him, she wasn’t there and my dad was just in denial about my sister been there. Since, my brother and I were there, we helped him sort of remember what happen and how it happen.…
I vividly remember the first day of sixth grade; I looked at my schedule just “knowing” I would switch out of the “Odyssey of the Mind” class, especially since I had never even heard of it before. I had no idea that exactly two years later I would be the one standing in the middle of the Iowa University stadium, performing in front of hundreds of other passionate competitors from over a hundred countries around the world. I have always been good at painting, drawing, and coming up with witty answers to teacher's questions. However, only a few other students understood what I was saying. I was never able to put my creative skills to good use, besides the rare once-a-quarter projects we would have.…
About 3 years ago I saw my parents struggle economically to provide the essentials for my sisters and me. My mother used to work at a sewing company that paid minimum wage. She had to quit because her sight wasn't allowing her to complete her work anymore. My father worked as a tortilla deliverer on his own account meaning he bought the product and found stores to sell to. When both of my parents worked they made enough to get by.…
I have always thought of myself as a walking stereotype nothing special but all of that changed the night of my eighteenth birthday when a boy showed up in my dream. I had never seen him in my lifetime that I can remember. Only one word could be used to describe him it was Perfection. He had short purple hair beautifully tan skin and multiple tattoos on his body. I also noticed that these aren't my usual surroundings during my dreams this was all his own.…
playful If i told you I don't play too much or horse around that would be A straight lie. I play way too much. I'm the most playful person in the world I play way too much.…
Sometimes, I come to moments in my life when I really, honest to God don’t want to do something (ok this might be more than sometimes). I procrastinate and put it off, always making up some excuse as to why I can’t do it right now or I find something to distract myself with. However, I know it needs to get done. It reminds me of when I was in Mr. Johansson’s math and science class in 4th grade.…
Have you ever moved in the middle of your eighth grade year? Has it been to a completely different state? That’s what I had to deal with less than a year ago and it was difficult. I left behind family and friends when we left to come here. Friendships were broken and even gained.…
This article is, in my opinion, an example of how personal narrative can sometime confuse the author’s purpose. In order to frame her arguments she discussed her experiences with her family, and specifically how she was born a twin to a stillborn sister. She explains her families lack of coping and how her family effected her life, but I failed to focus on the overarching idea that she wanted to get out because of how distracting the stories from her personal life are. Instead found myself thinking that her story was strangely personal without much justification for why it was this way. While the point of her article, the balance between truth and respect, was somewhat present overall, the sections of personal narrative that she decided to include muddled it.…