I work well with others, and I am a responsible person. If I am given a task, then I will get it done how and when you want it done. I am also the kind of person that you can expect to have things done on time, and you can trust that I will have it done. I am also a very hard worker, and I like getting tasks done in a timely manner while still completing it to the best of my
From as early as I could remember I noticed I was not like the others kids. I had an interest for things most kids would not be interested in. I liked interacting with people, knowing about people and their life stories; I wanted to help in anyway that I could when I would hear everyone’s problems. I thought outside the box throughout my whole childhood and I wanted to make the most out of my knowledge. I told myself that I was going to dedicate my life to helping my community.
In the book “Justice: What’s the right thing to do?” the author, Michael J. Sandel, reveals six primary ethical approaches, which can be utilized to answer the fundamental question of the book, “ What’s the right thing to do?” These six approaches consist of utilitarianism, libertarianism, Locke, Kant liberal egalitarian and Aristotle. Utilitarianism consists of the principle of utility, which expresses the idea that moral actions are composed of those, which deliver the greatest amount of joy or happiness to the most amount of people.
Personal narrative The Drive I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.”
The fire that was light for the night is burning low in the old brick fireplace. The heat from the low light orange burning fire is upstairs in the open attic. The attic is filled with warm sleeping bodies. Then there is creaking slowly getting closer ,with a light,bright as the stars of the night showing the way. Behind that light is a man in his mid 40’s and with fiery red hair and pale,freckled covered skin,he looked like an Irishman.
I walked out of my now ex-girlfriend’s house disappointed because I thought that this girl, Felicia, was the one. I walked out towards the road where my old car was sitting waiting for me to make the somewhat miserable drive back home. I stumbled into my car and began the drive down M-35 back to the small town of Norton, North Carolina. I couldn’t help but ponder what had gone wrong with Felicia to make her think that enough was enough. I knew I had to focus on the road, but I couldn’t because there were a million thoughts going through my head and I had tears in my eyes.
“Come on Suzy you’re going to miss your plane!” called my mom from the bottom of the stairs. “I’m coming,” I piped back as I was jumping on my suitcase trying to get it to shut. After I come downstairs we piled into my mom’s minivan. As we arrive at the airport my mom is bawling her eyes out well my sister doesn’t even care.
It was an early Saturday morning when me and my siblings went with our church to Emerald Point. I was so excited that day to test the skills I learned from swimming lessons. This was going to be one of the funnest days of my life. After weeks of practice i thought for sure i was ready to endure on this adventure. Ten o'clock arrived I hopped of the bus enthusiastic and ran to changing rooms to jump into my bathing suit.
Personal Narrative A member in my family has an illness, not like most illnesses that come to mind, such as cancer or other diseases. This illness affects my family 's lives. Most people don´t understand how it can affect others, but it does affect like how most sicknesses do. Many people suffer from this illness. This illness is called alcoholism.
I’m standing in the center or the room the only light that is in the room is the one following me, I hear her voice it’s so cold but so comforting to me. I see he standing in front of me her ghostly pale skin on her bones with her long fingernails and long hair always in her face, her dress torn and ripped at the bottom. She would scream at me in a high pitch I stood there staring at her trying hard not to move she moves swiftly but quickly to me she whispers in my ear “Your next, my child.” I heard other voices some laughing sinisterly and some repeating her. I closed my eyes I wake from my bed my pillow and sheets where wet from my sweat.
I sit down beside him, trying to comfort my sobbing friend. Tears stream down his face. HIs body shakes with pure agony. “I’ve never seen him cry”, I think to myself. I try an tell him everything will be okay, and that things will get better.
From Shuichi Yoshida’s Parade to Kierkegaard’s Diary of a seducer or even Lemony Snicket’s A series of unfortunate events, I’ve always tried to read as broadly as possible (even though I have a preference for non-fiction and historical fiction). That’s why when I saw on your website that there was an opening for a communications assistant role at Penguin General, I knew that I had to apply. Indeed, Penguin General with its eclecticism offers the best stories to everyone and represent every kind of individuals. Thus it fits my vision of what working in publishing means. Moreover, you published The Power by Naomi Alderman which is now amongst my favourite reads of all time.
Today is the day, I thought, moving from Los Angeles to Honolulu, I was really nervous, because I had never been on a plane before, and there was no way I was taking a boat all the way to Hawaii. I felt horrible having to leave all of my friends, but I knew that I could make new ones. The plane ride there was uneventful (thankfully), and once we got to the airport, I knew that living here would be the best. My parents are both robotics engineers, and for some reason there were two jobs to open up here, so we moved here.
Six month ago was today like many other days. I could woke up earlier in the morning and skype or called my mum over the phone in Africa for least 20minute every day because she was all I got and my motivation. We could talked over the phone about my future and how she could attend my graduation in the year 2016. I was so excited after 6years I could finally see my mum again and not on any occasion but on my graduation day. She could be granted a visa from Sierra Leone to come see me graduate.
Firstly, I am persistent. No matter how many times I fail, when I really want something, I won’t stop until I get it, so I wouldn’t stop trying until I helped my patient to find a solution for his/her problem. Secondly, I am interested, like to listen to other stories and hate it when they end up sadly. Ever Since I was little, I have loved to talk to others about their personal experiences and give advice when they needed it because it killed me to see that something was bothering them. Thirdly, I am loyal, so if someone asks me not to tell something to others I won’t tell and if I say that I won’t tell, I most of the time fulfill my word.
