It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
When I was seven, I asked my mom why she had come to America from Ethiopia. She told me that she had come so that I could have things that she didn’t, get the education she couldn’t, and see and do things she wouldn’t. I told her that I was going to make her proud and even though I was seven, I was stubborn, and set my goals high and worked hard. I will forever remember my mother crying as I got my college acceptance letters. Now, as a junior at Old Dominion College as an international affairs major, I’m setting to make her proud again.
Full Circle It was my senior year of high school and everything was going as planned. I had already been accepted into various colleges to study Math Education. This was the only career I had ever considered. Until now.
Dancing Through the Pages Reading has never been a hobby of mine. Yeah, I would read the required books for school or may pick up a random book occasionally, but I have never been a bookworm. Some books I read in class were, personally, not stimulating. There was one, however, that stood out to me and grabbed my attention from the very first page, not knowing that this book, later on, would leave an impact on my fascination of a previous decade and dance career.
Deer in Headlights Thesis: My first time hunting was a most memorable one also my last time going. What started out as a great father and son bonding trip had turned for the worst, which involved us not even getting to kill anything. I. Most people start hunting at young ages in life or just coming along with there dad and uncles to experience.
Over the summer my best friend and I decided to go to the rodeo that was hosted at the fairgrounds, which subsequently takes place while the fair is going. The rodeo soon turned into a letdown because it had rained the night before. Which made the arena muddy and none of the horses or cattle could maneuver in it.
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.
It was January 29th, 2012, and I felt as though I was just thrown under a bus. My life as I knew it, was changed forever. This metaphorical bus taught me a lesson... that being loyal, and doing the right thing, aren’t always the same. People try to live up to a standard, but most of the time, this is just the societal norm. Being faithful in a friendship, can conventionally be necessary, but it's never worth lying over, and that's where I went wrong.
As I drove home, on the same highway I had driven or ridden almost every day my entire life, something about this drive felt different. Maybe it was because that ride connected myself with my work, my friends, my whole life, and I was about to take this drive for the last time. I had just left my best friend, Madison’s house. We spent the entire day hanging out, eating, and losing my pedicure virginity, but avoiding the inevitability that, unlike the previous times we had spent together, we would have to say goodbye. As I was driving, tears streamed down face in a complex mix of sadness and joy.
Coming from a low income family, living in a small town in India, I learned early on about struggling and surviving those struggles. I watched my parents working day and night to provide for electricity, pay for our monthly school fees so my sister and I can have a better education, and for the future they wished upon for their children. To further enhance this vision, my father decided for the family and I to immigrate to the US. Everything was different in the sense that I changed schools, learned a new language, had to make new friends, and learned the different culture. I had to adapt to a whole new world, which was a little difficult at 6 years old
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone." I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
The journey is like working and getting money to buy a vehicle instead of letting your parents buy it for you. If you work for it, it means more to you buying your self. I think that 's how everything should be in life.the journey to the destination is more important because you go through a process, works for your own money, then i bought a dirt bike. First and foremost, the journey will let you know if you really want the goal. If you work hard for it and get the goal you will want to work harder to achieve the next goal.
“A person lives in the present allowing time to only move forward. Don’t allow your regrets to take over, move forward and learn from past mistakes. Learn and do things that you won’t regret. Don’t make mistakes like one class did in the past, don’t repeat their story. ”A quote taken from a personal narrative I wrote when I was 15 about my third grade class.
