There were so many days that I just couldn’t convince myself to leave the safety of my bed. Some days, I buried myself in books and the internet and other days, I spent hours staring up at the ceiling and wondering why I couldn’t cry no matter how much my eyes burned and my chest ached. Melinda and I could commiserate; we were both lost, wading waist deep in emotions we couldn’t fathom. Moreover, we both found similar escapes-- Melinda had art and I had music. When I was at a point where I could no longer verbalize the way I was feeling, I found melodies and lyrics that perfectly captured my thoughts.
The song played in the background of his mind as he leaned back in his chair, idly flipping the pages of his upcoming patient's background and he could not for the life of him get it out of his head. He was an 80's buff, there was no doubt about that, and hearing the haunting notes of a Def Leppard song as he gazed at the sad eyes of the young woman in the dossier seemed to hint already at the emotions her gaze engendered inside of him. His own eyes held perhaps a measure of the same sadness, a loneliness that was bone deep, but it was not something he thought about overlong as he sat there. His fingers traced along the papers to once more review, his other hand coming to pick up his pen to make a few notations on the notepad next to him. His hand was sure and steady, the letters written in cursive and boldly expressed, the type of handwriting given to either the supremely confident or the quietly self-assured.
The events of the past few months were twisted around my ankles and dragged around their weight wherever I went. My friends were enjoying the beginning of the school year without me, and the discouraging weakness that comes with
1. As a young Fire Control Technician Third Class (FT3), I served under Fire Control Technician Chief (FTC) Chuck Thompson. Strong and proud, he stood like a massive oak tree in every room he entered; his mere presence demanded respect.
Goal Number One I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically. It was a normal day for me. I was in eighth grade, and I was getting ready for school.
That sad day I walked in the band room after hearing those announcements on the intercom with a heavy heart. I cried like a baby playing while playing in band class. I felt that was the end of everything because I knew the clarinet was the only true skill and passion I had outside of academics. After all that frustration and tear down of my self confidence, I took it upon myself to change my attitude and develop another instrument interest. That piece of failure was turned into a challenge for a new beginning.
I played soccer sophomore and junior year in high school. My sophomore year was actually the first year I played soccer in a official team that I had to try out. But actually, my junior year I was chosen as a team captain and as a team captain I had to lead practice, starting with warm ups and stretches to leading them on the field and yelling my lungs out. Sometimes practice was rough to the point the girls wanted to give up but I always motivated them to do better and try their hardest because at the end of the day you were only cheating yourself or benefiting yourself. When my coach had to leave early for work, instead of finishing practice early, I continued to lead practice even if it meant taking the huge bag of balls home with me and
Turned into the forest, knowing it is the last road I will be seeing for ten days, made me shudder. We drove down the faded path of the forest, my stomach dropped. All the thoughts I had were negative. What if something goes wrong? What if someone gets hurt?
Afterwards, I stepped up to be the substitute chief for the week, and worked my hardest to keep the group moving forward without falling. I asked to keep in close touch with the directors, who then came to our aid when we stumbled. The
day would offer a real-life test. As Carla Berkowitz walked up to classmates Jessica Quaggin-Smith and Max Kazer on Monday afternoon at Lake Shore Park, not far from Northwestern Memorial Hospital, she noticed a shirtless man in gym shorts and black sneakers leaning back on a nearby bench with his head tilted back. "He looked really uncomfortable. His mouth was open and he was just in a really awkward position. Something didn 't look right, didn 't feel right to me," said Berkowitz, 23, who lives in the Gold Coast.
I have had the opportunity to be an assistant team leader at a local community Centre. In addition, I had the chance to be an active member of George S. Henry Academy. Some of the activities that I have participated in included the girls’ rugby team, as well the social event coordinator for “Green Team”, an environmental club dedicated to raising environmental awareness for students and staff members. My role as assistant team leader at my local community Centre involved me helping students with homework, facilitating after-school activities and sports such as, soccer and table tennis for youth, and hosting summer camps. While being a part of the girl’s rugby team, I collaborated with my team members with ultimate goal of winning each game.
Displaying Leadership In the following paragraphs I will be talking about the time I displayed a great state of leadership and gave a service to other people. This instance happened on April 17th 2017 when I was asked to be a squad leader for our J.R.O.T.C battalion at the principles review march. This was a surprise for me being only a one year cadet, the following is my experience.
Ever since I could remember, my mother has always told me to forget about the time before us and the world outside of our village, it is forbidden to know more than what the Elite Leaders have told us. We are required to stay in our cabins from seven at night till eight in the morning, with only a little amount of food and a hard bed for the both of us. We must stay inside the barriers of the community or else the Elite Leaders will decide our cause of death. No one knows exactly who the Elite Leaders are, or how they came to be, but it is best not to know for our safety. “Elizabeth, wake up, you have to go to school today if you do not remember,” said my mother as she tugged on my arm.
Screaming cadre and the pounding sound of Reveille yanked me from my restless sleep. Blinded by the harsh fluorescent light that was being shined in my eyes, I squinted at my watch and saw that it was only three o’clock in the morning. As I clambered out of my bunk and headed to physical training that morning, I was keen to conquer the challenges that I would face that day. As cliche as it might sound, the Cadet Leadership Course did not just break me down and impose a respect for authority, but it also ingrained and tested my ability to become a servant leader and a team player. School was out for the summer, yet I found myself stuck in a cramped school bus bound for Fort Dix Army Base.
Leadership interview I was given the chance to interview Hailey Hunt who has a position on student council. She taught me about her position and how she has been able to help others. She has taught me the many sides of being a leader and how it can be quite trying at times. I have found interviewing a leader is very different from researching about a leader.
