Can you imagine what your life would be like if you hadn’t decided to join Phi Mu Delta? What life lessons, friendships, and memories would you have missed out on? Many brothers showed their love for the fraternity by sharing all the reasons they cherish their membership. These are the stories that remind us just how important the fraternity is and prove
USNA Essay I never really considered attending the Naval Academy until a Navy coach contacted me. I initially dismissed the email, but then my dad talked to me about the academic excellence and character development of the Academy, so I looked into it. In April, I visited the Yard and witnessed the character of the Brigade and the dedication of each Midshipman to becoming the best version of him or herself in athletics, academics, character, and leadership. They all displayed remarkable integrity and were constantly striving for perfection in every action, and I immediately knew I wanted to be a part of that community that would develop my strength in mind, body, and spirit and teach me how to best to serve others. Each morning in elementary
I, Dan McWilliams, woke up at 5:45 to go to work for the FDNY. It was sunny day with clear skies, little did I know the horrors of the day to come. I got to work at 6:45, we were at the station for about 2 hours. Next thing we know every fire station in New York is being called to the twin towers because of an apparent plane crash. It was 8:46 the first plane hit the North Tower, when we arrived it was chaos.
National Honor Society Essay The National Honor Society is a remarkable organization as it truly helps build exemplary people for the community. Being a member allows you to provide help, and become a person of great attributes. While my GPA proves my dedication to my academics, How I use my time outside of school is what shows my commitment to bettering the community. I am honored to be presented with this opportunity that will provide me with countless opportunities in the future.
When I started high school, the club that excited me the most, was National Honors Society. So, at the first chance I got, in my sophomore year. After being a member for a year, I quickly realized that I wanted to take on a leadership opportunity in the club. So, I took a shot for the stars, and campaigned for being president of Honors Society. Though I had some competition, I put my all into composing a speech, and I won the presidency, and I have been president since.
In the surveillance van parked down the block away from Edith’s destination, team of four hanged around waiting patiently for their take down. Two officers sat on the Equipment Bench Seat along one side of the van covered in wall to wall carpet. The sergeant and one other sat on the opposite side of the van from the solid surface counter top covered with Dual LCD Monitors and Control Panels. The Equipment Rack underneath the counter tops were properly set up with Video Cassette Recording, Video Printer usage and Listening Equipment.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
My body cried like a newborn babe, afraid in an unfamiliar place. Immediately, my fresh eyes were greeted by waves of black hair, friendly smiles, and the Japanese language. I had arrived in Japan. I did not know the language or the customs, but I dove right into the dark pool. I was determined not to let the unknown drown me.
National Honor Society Junsu Yoon After I came to SJNMA, I had run into lots of troubles. As a new boy who came after the military training was over, I had to caught up with all the school function by myself. I could not imagine succeeding or even making stable life at the school. However, I have challenged myself throughout the year, pushing myself to be the better person tomorrow. There were few challenges I faced in this school such as academics, athletics, spiritual and character development, and the military traditions.
“Four AP classes is a lot,” my parents warned, reading the list of courses I would take in the fall. “Are you sure you can manage that?" I felt fearless. “Of course,” I assured them. “I can handle it!”
At the CIA, “Food Is Life” means that food is a major ingredient in your life. To others food might mean good taste, but to me food means so much more. Food is what I see, obviously eat, but most importantly, it’s what I think about all day. Food means everything to me and that is why I wish to enroll into the CIA because I know that I will find my success there.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
My field experience consisted of attending 3 Newton’s high school volleyball practices and the end of the season playoffs. Upon arrival I was greeted by old friends that are a part of the program. The coaches were not there yet so it was the girls and captains responsibility to set up nets and begin practice. The girls socialized for majority of the time and waited last minute to put up the nets. Once nets were up they would began to stretch and warm up then begin practice without the coaches.
“Brother, Brother don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!” I turned around I would never leave my brother, I apprehensively turned around keeping the hope that Doodle wasn’t hurt. Even though Doodle was kind of a virulent to me, always following me around being my shadow; I still love him even though he can irritate me. I had inferred that Doodle was hurt when I couldn’t see him anymore, I had lost all hope so quickly.
Essay 1 Writing is the death of me no matter what other people might say. I struggle through procrastination and the creativity needed to write a good piece. Most people would say it’s easy and there is nothing more to it than putting down words and thoughts on paper. But for me, it’s different.
