When we were all younger, most of us had an idea of what we wanted to be when we grew up. Whether it was a firefighter or president, we all had our future planned out. But once we got older and entered high school, plans changed. For me personally, I changed my mind a couple of times before I made a decision about what I wanted to do with my life. I decided that I wanted to go to Parkland College and get my degree in Dental Hygiene.
There 's always the one question in life that gets asked, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” Even when students or adults are all grown up they still ask that question. The thing is, they will always question themselves, they will question themselves until they believe they accomplished their goals. Furthermore, finding a college without a certain career in mind is difficult. Even if someone does have their mind set on a career it’s still challenging, because they don 't know if that college is best for them.
Fresh outta high school and already onto another four possibly six years of college is a never ending cycle. So far, I’ve spent my entire life educating myself to further my knowledge, but sometimes I get a feeling as if I’m wasting my time and delaying my dreams. Don’t get me wrong, the more knowledge the better; however, I always think I should be doing something better with my life. Maybe because I’m considered a lazy 18-year-old who just started college a couple months ago and it already it feels like it’s been a lifetime. Aside the fact that it seems as if I have no motivation, I do, I just hate the fact that I have to figure out my career or field of interest at such a young age because there’s so much more to experience in life, other than classrooms.
Hero’s Journey Narative Dreams, dreams, dreams a concept that people still cannot understand yet encounter every time they close their eyes with their warm grasp of their cotton blanket and count Mary’s little lambs. Soon, they drift off to deep slumber like how a bear sleeps during hibernation and dream of various things. Some may dream of sweets and happiness, some may dream of gold and wealth, and some others have ‘special dreams’ and our hero is one of them. Our soon to be hero sleeps in her small yet comfortable bed with her dog by her side snoring softly. The hero dreams of a nightmare filled with clouds of smog and flames consuming a town whole and as the flames burned and burned, cries and prayers of the villagers could be heard from
The Nine Lives A hero’s journey is an adventure a person takes to improve himself or herself and his or her inner being. Many times the journey comes unexpectedly but other times it is a step one should take as they begin to grow up. There are three stages that take place in this journey; the separation, initiation and transformation, and the return. The heroine of this journey is a 35-year old woman from New York City. Her journey begins in her townhouse that is on the upper east side of the city that never sleeps.
The sun glistened in the daybreak and a dark figure appeared on the foreground, and moved gracefully across the pathway, nearing the bench that presided at my side. My eyes scoured upward as he neared and the sun blinded me, but not before I saw the figure, a man, glance my direction and change his course. He was wrapped in an opaque tunic that countered the illuminated color of his hair, it was a halcyonic gold that glistened against the flare of day. His trousers were khaki color that exalted the man’s frame. Once my eyes cleared and I was able to open them the man was closer than before and I was able to see his face much more clearly.
Hi Journey Group! If you know me at all, you absolutely know that I crave new experiences and love to share them. This year, I have begun new adventures… from beginning a new job, to becoming the first African-American female Publisher in Charlotte, to fulfilling a life-long dream of writing and publishing a book. We all have connected at different points in my life, and by far, this is the most exciting time for me that I’ve had in a very long time.
Glory be to our Lord Christ Jesus! A pleasant good day to each and every one of you, who have graced us with your presence throughout our process of grief; we (Randolph’s family) want you to be cognizant that your noble efforts have not gone unseen and they are very much appreciated. We promulgate high accolades to the NYPD officers, Senator, Governor, and Mayor for their continual support and deeds of altruism. As it pertains to Randolph, our beloved, our beloved Randolph! He was a person that everyone who knew him could attest of him being dependable and enduring of fulfilling most of his promises; he was a person of quiet resolve (inner strength).
The Little Rock Nine A battle of State versus Federal Government broke out in Arkansas when town of Little Rock decided to integrate their High School. Nine black students, soon to be known as the Little Rock Nine, were chosen to receive their education at Little Rock Central High School, a school previously for whites only. Even though segregation in school systems had been proven to be unconstitutional the Governor of Arkansas at the time, Orval Faubus, was doing everything in his power to stop the integration process. The Little Rock Nine forced the Federal Government to make a stand in the name of equality and Civil Rights, which has made a lasting impact on the education system in the United States to this day.
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
A memorial journey The time when my baseball friends and I almost got lost in the woods but found are way out the woods the hard way. Not knowing what mother nature mess we were getting into. We still went down deep in the scary green and brown place.i want to regent what we did that day. I loved going them we were starting to go down, but then i got a thorn stuck to my pants and then i feel face first luckily i did not have my glasses on then we found a hideout where it looked like someone sleept there even we also found some pants and clothes. we found manure guess how i found it by stepping on it while we were half way there we found a small road that lead back up
My Heroic Journey By David Kraus “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take,” -Wayne Gretzky. This quote is from one of my idols that I look up to whenever I play sports and It reminds me to have no regrets. If I want to play a sport, then I should play it, it was as simple as that. I didn't want to look back at an opportunity that I didn't take full advantage of. As for badminton, I didn’t have much of a connection to the sport, but it looked fun to play.
College: Is It Worth It? As a student in high school, the pressure of figuring out what I want to do in the future is real. The idea of growing up and getting a college education seems to be always in the back of my mind and it is hard. What if I don’t want to go to college?
You’ve gone to school with a particular career in mind, but even if you’re out of school and can’t find a job, which happens to a lot of college student, you have more
Have you ever sat in church wondering what the deacons were passing out to the audience? These little pieces of bread and tiny cups of wine. All the adults would take part in it, and if you didn’t understand what they were doing, you obviously weren’t old enough to take part in this meal. The sermonette that the pastor would preach this week was significantly shorter than every other week. The big white cloth that covered the silver containers with unleavened bread in them.
