I am willing to bet that there are many astonishing young men and women who have applied for this scholarship. I am also willing to bet there are a fair amount of applicants who meet the unwritten standards needed to receive this scholarship. I will not boast promises of outstanding grades or how this money could build my future. Instead, I will tell of my past, allowing my personality speak for itself.
Growing up my parents always encouraged my siblings and me to stay true to ourselves, whether that is morally, mentally, and/or physically. For myself staying true is more than a statement of independence and self-worth; it is happiness. Many individuals find happiness in the pages of a book, the sweat of labor, or the numbers written on the front of a test paper. Granted these things bring me happiness, but not the kind of happiness that lasts. They bring the kind of happiness that is fleeting. At some point books, work, and exams come to an end, making happiness just another memory. For the longest time I longed for the type of happiness that would not leave me, and one day I found it. Oddly enough, I found the key to lasting happiness while in the bathroom. …show more content…
I was in the bathroom doing bathroom things when I saw the poster on the door of the stall I was occupying; it read, “If you want happiness of for an hour buy an ice cream cone. If you want happiness for a day go to an amusement park. If you want happiness for a lifetime help others”. With this newfound information, I set out on a mission; I wanted to help. I was an eight year old on a community/service kick. With my mother as my sidekick, I set out to change the world. I offered my services at every opportunity I saw, by the end the week I’m pretty sure my parents were ready to kill me. I decided that a hiatus was my best option. It wasn’t until sixth grade that I would have the opportunity to serve my community again. Opportunity came in the form of a petite computer education teacher named Mrs. Hanna. She was the sponsor of our school’s Junior Civitan club. At the beginning of the school year, she made her way from classroom to classroom talking about Civitan and its role in our community. My interest was immediately piqued and I decided to join the club. By my seventh grade year, I had earned my spot as Vice President and would hold the position of President in the following year. I thoroughly enjoyed those three years. I got to work in varies soup kitchens, help build houses, and clean up tornado debris. Seeing the impact our work had on people made me feel great. At the beginning of my ninth grade year, my parents announced that we would be moving to Dubai, United Arab Emirates. To me this seemed like an end to an era; I could not fathom being involved in a community that consisted of total strangers. With the help of new friends and teachers I turned strangers into friends and was once again comfortable volunteering. Seeing as the unemployment rate in Dubai is 0%, there was no homeless population, so I volunteered around my school. I started by helping the coaching staff; this mostly involved calling lines, timing, and operating scoreboards. In grade ten, I not only continued to help coaching staff, but also started helping the drama
Growing up my parents always encouraged my siblings and me to stay true to ourselves, whether that is morally, mentally, and/or physically. For myself staying true is more than a statement of independence and self-worth; it is happiness. Many individuals find happiness in the pages of a book, the sweat of labor, or the numbers written on the front of a test paper. Granted these things bring me happiness, but not the kind of happiness that lasts. They bring the kind of happiness that is fleeting. At some point books, work, and exams come to an end, making happiness just another memory. For the longest time I longed for the type of happiness that would not leave me, and one day I found it. Oddly enough, I found the key to lasting happiness while in the bathroom. …show more content…
I was in the bathroom doing bathroom things when I saw the poster on the door of the stall I was occupying; it read, “If you want happiness of for an hour buy an ice cream cone. If you want happiness for a day go to an amusement park. If you want happiness for a lifetime help others”. With this newfound information, I set out on a mission; I wanted to help. I was an eight year old on a community/service kick. With my mother as my sidekick, I set out to change the world. I offered my services at every opportunity I saw, by the end the week I’m pretty sure my parents were ready to kill me. I decided that a hiatus was my best option. It wasn’t until sixth grade that I would have the opportunity to serve my community again. Opportunity came in the form of a petite computer education teacher named Mrs. Hanna. She was the sponsor of our school’s Junior Civitan club. At the beginning of the school year, she made her way from classroom to classroom talking about Civitan and its role in our community. My interest was immediately piqued and I decided to join the club. By my seventh grade year, I had earned my spot as Vice President and would hold the position of President in the following year. I thoroughly enjoyed those three years. I got to work in varies soup kitchens, help build houses, and clean up tornado debris. Seeing the impact our work had on people made me feel great. At the beginning of my ninth grade year, my parents announced that we would be moving to Dubai, United Arab Emirates. To me this seemed like an end to an era; I could not fathom being involved in a community that consisted of total strangers. With the help of new friends and teachers I turned strangers into friends and was once again comfortable volunteering. Seeing as the unemployment rate in Dubai is 0%, there was no homeless population, so I volunteered around my school. I started by helping the coaching staff; this mostly involved calling lines, timing, and operating scoreboards. In grade ten, I not only continued to help coaching staff, but also started helping the drama