Who am I?
I never really saw myself as a leader. Sure I was I charge of this and my title was that of someone in charge, but I never felt as though I was actually a leader. Leadership positions that had been given to me include, lead usher, president of the youth council, choreographer for the step team, and section leader of the youth choir. While all of these positions required a great deal of responsibility and leadership, it never felt as though leading a group of people was “my thing.” It never felt as though anyone was inspired by the things I had done. It was as if everyone was simply half-heartedly congratulating me because something had been accomplished. Their congratulations were not those of compassion or empathy for me. For this …show more content…
As the dinner came to an end my friends and I all craved some ice cream, so we went to Cold Stone and even then he was still trying to help me up the stairs and holding my dress so it would not drag on the ground. After Cold Stone, and after everyone had gotten home, I received a text form Zai. Initially the conversation started out pretty flirtatious about how nice I looked and then the conversation took a turn for the better. He told me that he is inspired by me, that after that night he looked up to me because I knew what I wanted to make out of myself and that I already had goals set that I could achieve. He said that just from that night he strived to be like me, that he loved the sense of security and strength that was around me and he could tell during that night I was a …show more content…
I realized that I was a leader. And not just in that one moment; but I had been a leader for a while. I thought back to the end of my tenth grade year when a group of my friends and I all went to Oregon to tech Outdoor School as an end-of-the-year project. We were teaching fifth and sixth graders about the forest, the estuary, and the ocean. Even though we had just learned about each of these environments the day before. We all lead a group of about seven to nine boys and girls around and taught them about three different environments that are in that area. In reminiscing about Outdoor School and what Zai had told me the previous night I knew, in that moment, that even if it did not always seem like it, I was a leader, that I am
I never really saw myself as a leader. Sure I was I charge of this and my title was that of someone in charge, but I never felt as though I was actually a leader. Leadership positions that had been given to me include, lead usher, president of the youth council, choreographer for the step team, and section leader of the youth choir. While all of these positions required a great deal of responsibility and leadership, it never felt as though leading a group of people was “my thing.” It never felt as though anyone was inspired by the things I had done. It was as if everyone was simply half-heartedly congratulating me because something had been accomplished. Their congratulations were not those of compassion or empathy for me. For this …show more content…
As the dinner came to an end my friends and I all craved some ice cream, so we went to Cold Stone and even then he was still trying to help me up the stairs and holding my dress so it would not drag on the ground. After Cold Stone, and after everyone had gotten home, I received a text form Zai. Initially the conversation started out pretty flirtatious about how nice I looked and then the conversation took a turn for the better. He told me that he is inspired by me, that after that night he looked up to me because I knew what I wanted to make out of myself and that I already had goals set that I could achieve. He said that just from that night he strived to be like me, that he loved the sense of security and strength that was around me and he could tell during that night I was a …show more content…
I realized that I was a leader. And not just in that one moment; but I had been a leader for a while. I thought back to the end of my tenth grade year when a group of my friends and I all went to Oregon to tech Outdoor School as an end-of-the-year project. We were teaching fifth and sixth graders about the forest, the estuary, and the ocean. Even though we had just learned about each of these environments the day before. We all lead a group of about seven to nine boys and girls around and taught them about three different environments that are in that area. In reminiscing about Outdoor School and what Zai had told me the previous night I knew, in that moment, that even if it did not always seem like it, I was a leader, that I am