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We all wait nervously, a room filled with six-hundred third graders but no one whispers more than a few words. Today we find out that twenty of us that will leave our families behind for the next two decades. Every year the government chooses twenty seven year old children from each school in the Providence of Britain and transports them to the United Europe Combat Forces (UECF) military school who will then become soldiers after their training. A strange woman walks up the mic, its the same women who dose the announcement every year. Our class has always joked and called her Drakula, due to her tall and skinny build, pale skin and big nose.
Appendix D contains ten sentences in which my transferable, content, and stylistic skills were applied to an experience which occurred in my life. This is exercise 6-4 in the textbook. My transferable skills included “coached”, “listened”, “helped”, and even “evaluated”. It would seem as though I should be in a profession where listening, helping and evaluating are all integrated into a day’s work. By being a physician, I would be “coaching” patients, in a sense, by directing and guiding them back to their normal health state.
I am going to focus on a child I support in an MLD school. *Jack is a Primary 2 student who has attended our school since nursery. He is diagnosed as having ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder), MLD (Moderate learning difficulties), SEBD (Social, emotional and behavioural difficulties). He is nonverbal and is currently being toilet trained.
In the scene ROGER OUT OF HIS MISERY, Jake is pulled in with the crooked cops lead by Alonzo to “tax” Roger. This is part of the crooked cop business. They get themselves in a bind and they make others pay for it. Alonzo is the head that abusing his power as a cop. He uses his power to kill his own friend Roger for their gain.
In the ninth grade I participated in many sports and clubs. I was on the cross country team which very involved in community service. Through cross country I joined the key club which organized events around the school and In the community. While in the key club I took on a leadership role and
Duty log I picked up duty phone at 5pm, began my office hours at 6pm to 8pm. During this time span I received zero calls, nor did I receive any office visits. I began my first round at 8:05 after my office hours to discover housekeeping room 3005 slightly opened. I knocked on the door, received no response.
As I am quickly approaching the end of my senior, I am looking back at how far I have come since freshman year and everything that Henley High School has helped me accomplish in my life. In preparation for the life that every senior must experience after school, the senior capstone project was put in place to help seniors find out what they would suit them as career and give them some of the necessary tools in achieving that. Part of the capstone was earning service hours at a non profit organization, that can go on a resume. With serving came a facilitator, who guides one’s service, and also the challenges and success of the service itself. To Provide help on future careers, Henley High School also provided an opportunity to take the CIS test
Bombshelter Story It was November thirteenth, 2017. I was having “issues” with finding the “right” person. So naturally I invited eight acquaintances to my home to meet with a psychologist I found on craigs list. Within minutes of my acquaintances arriving the air raid siren goes off. Quickly turning on my radio the Civil Defense station announces that Russian planes are rapidly approaching Douglas.
Ever since I was a little girl, I had always dreamed of having a house that had a stair case within it. A house with a stair case, among with many other dreams, have been coming along slowly. Until my freshman year, I did not try to chase my dreams because of the fear of being challenged. When my freshman year of high school came along, I tried to get involved. I got the class of JROTC and did my best to contribute to the class until I had certain health issues.
I was twelve years old and our church sound system was outdated and in need of replacement. Much to my excitement, we were connected with a sound technician named Jon, who specialized in sound and lighting installs for churches. Although extremely capable by himself, he was asking for volunteers from the church to help him with certain aspects of this particular install. Immediately, I volunteered. Being the small kid that I was, one of my jobs was to crawl underneath the two and a half foot stage and pull sound cable from the sound booth to the stage.
My SAE is based around horses. I own one horse, whom I am planning to show this coming year. Tag is very talented when it comes to English flat work, so we will be competing in such competitions. He is currently my only horse, and in order to compete in harder shows I will need to get a more advanced horse. Until then, we will compete in beginner shows.
The project involved me teaching and guiding scouts that were eleven to seventeen years old. With my leadership the group built twenty structures by cutting, screwing, and gluing cedar that Home Depot graciously provided. After the initial building of the structures the crew needed to hang them fifteen to twenty feet high. Leading these scouts to a lot of preparation and it gave me perspective on how difficult projects like this
I was born in California, but I lived most of my life in Idaho and Washington. Some of the things that interest me are to make things with Legos, and to watch documentaries. Eye Witness videos that we’d check out from the library are the best. I was in a home link program up until seventh grade. A home link program is you do your main curriculum at home, but you get to go to a class or classes once or twice a week.
The way through the challenge is to get still and ask yourself what is the next right move, not think about what is the next right move and then from that space make the next right move and the next right move, and not to be overwhelmed by it because you know your life is bigger than that one moment you know you're not defined by what somebody says is a failure for you because failure is just there to point you in a different direction. Nothing about my life is lucky, nothing. Lot of grace, a lot of blessings, a lot of divine order, but I don’t believe in luck. For me, luck is preparation meeting the moment of opportunity. There is no luck without you being prepared to handle that moment of opportunity, and so what I would say for myself is that because of my hand in hand and a force greater than my own, I have been prepared in ways that I didn't even know I was being prepared for, and the truth is for me and for every person, every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for the moment that is to come.
It was a usual Saturday morning. I lay in my restful bed feeling comforted, as it seems to cradle me in its soft hands. I felt alone. My long-term boyfriend, Michael, and I were fighting again. I changed into my yoga attire, slipped on my remarkable red Nikes and drove off to the gym.
