I Understand It

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I cried myself to sleep at three o’clock in the afternoon. I was in the capital of Texas going to one of the best universities in the country for free, but something wasn’t right. I spent nights trying to figure out what to do with my life now that I realized I didn’t belong in Austin. Fast forward 6 months and I was living in Victoria, going to Victoria College, and having the time of my life. So, what happened? How did I go from a lonely and miserable…

Vivian Rider My Mentor “Talk to me.” Every time I had an upset or quiet demeanor that leads to shutting myself down from friends and class participation, my elementary school teacher would constantly show her concern when nobody else would. Life isn’t easy and it took me a long time to understand that. Letting others into my life without hesitating isn’t so scary as I thought it would be. Sometimes being alone is the best, but restraining from destroying myself is being strong. What makes me…

with other individuals who I have not worked with or talked to before was a good learning experience that had both positive and negative outcomes using Driscoll’s model of reflection as a frame work to elaborate on how I interpreted what happened, what impact the situation had on me and what I will do in the future if presented with a similar situation (Driscoll and Teh, 2001). We were required to do a 10 minute presentation for a health promotion project that we developed. I decided to work…

boys and girls club itself but to the children as well. When I first heard of the boys and girls club I didn’t really understand what it was for. It just seemed like a place…

where she is working to complete her degree in digital filmmaking. While many see this as a risky career path to choose, Kirsten was more than willing to take the risk, during an interview she explained, “film was my art medium, I loved creating. I had fun doing it so I figured I could make a career out of it”. Even though much of her friends and family encouraged her to choose a more “realistic” degree, Kirsten has always followed her passion and faces the future with much confidence. Kirsten…

talk and forcing smiles when I decided I would spend lunch in the art room. “Where are you going?” Miss Moss the English teacher stopped me in the hallway. “The art room, that is okay, right?” I replied, tapping my thumbs nervously on my thigh. She shook her head at me disapprovingly for skipping lunch, however she allowed me to pass. The door to the art room clicked as I pulled down on the handle. My heart rate slowed as I observed the paintings on…

I was suffering from a significant mental illness and I was expected to die in my 25th year of my life. I couldn’t keep up with any schoolwork and I was always last in the list. Because of misery and my conniving bullies, I had no friends and I was the odd one out. I shrewd like any other kid in my previous years, but my misery just kept growing stronger every heartbeat. The depressing memories reoccurred like a faulty record player. I causally walked up to my locker, my depression following…

I can still remember that day. If someone asked me, I thought the world was coming to a blazing end. Well, at least my world. It was a very warm and humid spring afternoon. It was unusually warm, especially for this time of the year in Poland, as Poland does not experience humidity, especially not in the spring. Instead, this was the typical type of weather found in the east coast of the United States: hot, humid, and almost unbearable. It was quite a coincidence actually; since this was the…

How can I ever forget about that day, it marked me so deep into my veins and it was written all over in papers.. It was one sunday afternoon and as I exit the parking lot into the building were the store I worked was located I felt this warm feeling rolling round and round not only in my belly but in my head.. The smell of cannabis drowned the whole building it was insanely gross. I speed walked as I covered my nose with my long sleeve shirt. I made my way to the back where only employees were…

create a family tree in my extended family for as far as my grandparents remembered. But once I realized that the tree wasn 't going to turn out as big as I thought it would be I decided to change my topic to something that I loved-food! I changed my topic to the history of pasta. This opened up doors that lead to new things that I could research and a much more vast ground for me to start my project on. I researched things like all the different types of pasta and a couple different sauces. The…