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When I was in the 5th grade, I met this girl. She was different, smart, 78 years old, and funny. Entering Mrs.Prasla's room terrified, I stared awkwardly at this woman, trying to conceal all signs of life. Finally after holding my breath for a record 46 seconds, I did what any bright and intelligent young boy should do with an elderly woman 7 times his age; I offered her a peppermint and became her sugar daddy. We became best friends and the field trip soon became weekly chess tournaments, gardening lessons, and Facebook tutorials. This was before I knew what community service was, I was just having fun.
Hours don’t define service, but stories do. I quantify service by the number of new curse words I learn …show more content…
Welcoming me with a deceptive smile, Mrs. Prasla made small talk about her sheared hair, but her tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes revealed her pain; her short hair and worsening health problems made her insecure, vulnerable. Even after offering her a peppermint, the misery and fear in the room was tangible. That night I made my “Bootleg hair dye” by concocting a solution of ammonia, hydrogen peroxide, and pink concentrate. Despite the wonderful urine rich smell, Mrs. Prasla and the ladies of the senior center enjoyed sporting the fashionable hot pink. Thus began, the blending of the two passions that have shaped my life: science and service.
Similar to Glenn Seaborg’s discovery of over 100 atomic isotopes before his identification of plutonium, I failed 2,568 times to harvest proteins before my discovery. My obsession with syphilis began a few days before prom.
Distressed by my sudden interest, my parents gave me the “talk” and quickly realized that my summer research at UT Southwestern was much more of a contraceptive than they imagined. I deluded myself, thinking my project would eventually earn me a nobel prize and the opportunity to retire comfortably at the youthful age of 17. However, all my expectations shattered when I entered the lab for the very first
When I was in the 5th grade, I met this girl. She was different, smart, 78 years old, and funny. Entering Mrs.Prasla's room terrified, I stared awkwardly at this woman, trying to conceal all signs of life. Finally after holding my breath for a record 46 seconds, I did what any bright and intelligent young boy should do with an elderly woman 7 times his age; I offered her a peppermint and became her sugar daddy. We became best friends and the field trip soon became weekly chess tournaments, gardening lessons, and Facebook tutorials. This was before I knew what community service was, I was just having fun.
Hours don’t define service, but stories do. I quantify service by the number of new curse words I learn …show more content…
Welcoming me with a deceptive smile, Mrs. Prasla made small talk about her sheared hair, but her tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes revealed her pain; her short hair and worsening health problems made her insecure, vulnerable. Even after offering her a peppermint, the misery and fear in the room was tangible. That night I made my “Bootleg hair dye” by concocting a solution of ammonia, hydrogen peroxide, and pink concentrate. Despite the wonderful urine rich smell, Mrs. Prasla and the ladies of the senior center enjoyed sporting the fashionable hot pink. Thus began, the blending of the two passions that have shaped my life: science and service.
Similar to Glenn Seaborg’s discovery of over 100 atomic isotopes before his identification of plutonium, I failed 2,568 times to harvest proteins before my discovery. My obsession with syphilis began a few days before prom.
Distressed by my sudden interest, my parents gave me the “talk” and quickly realized that my summer research at UT Southwestern was much more of a contraceptive than they imagined. I deluded myself, thinking my project would eventually earn me a nobel prize and the opportunity to retire comfortably at the youthful age of 17. However, all my expectations shattered when I entered the lab for the very first