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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.
Hello again, I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots? God bless, Rachal Adent
“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others,” a famous quote stated by Mahatma Gandhi. At the beginning of the school year, I told myself that I wanted to become more active and involved at Benedictine University. I participated in a few events during my freshman year and because I found enjoyment in those activities, I wanted to do more throughout my sophomore year. This year, I was able to participate twice in the Young Hearts for Life event that was held two times on campus.
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.
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.
Therefore, I have been in contact with counselors and advisors, I have learned importance of expressing myself more, and I have been in search for volunteer opportunities throughout College Station. I recognize that I am solely to blame for letting my pride cover the words I should have used to speak
Soon after I crawled out of my hole of self-pity, I thought to myself, “First thing’s first, I need to get a job so I can support us.” And that’s exactly what I did. I now work at Speedway, and even though it’s not exactly my dream job, thinking about Izzy makes every mess I clean up, dish I wash, and every insane ranting customer worth it. I wake up every morning, and put on my uniform with pride, and gratitude that I have a way to provide for her. Having Izzy has forced me to learn pivotal values in life, such as responsibility, self-worth, selflessness, hard work, and keeping a positive attitude.
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
I often think back to the night before the battle, feeling again the same emotions running through my body and feel as though I am back there. That night I tried to sleep, but to really no success. I had spent the previous day waiting and making last minute preparations for the massive invasion the Allies had planned. Thoughts of my future in the battle clouded my mind and left me sitting with anxiety. I didn’t know what had gotten into me lately, but I kept thinking of every “what if” possible.
At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me.
The moment I found out I was moving away from my hometown felt like a nightmare. Various thoughts suddenly came rushing through my mind as I thought about how my life was going to change forever. When there were new students in my class, I used to wonder how hard it was for them to completely leave everything behind and move. I never knew that I would eventually be in their position. I was eleven years old and in my last year of elementary school when I found out about my parents decision to move.
The cab driver doesn’t even raise his eyebrows when a teenage girl gets in his car and gives a long-distance address. He maintains a driving pace that 's seventeen miles over the speed limit. I decide that I like him. I 'm tired of looking at trees and I don’t feel like processing what happened today, so I dig out my book.
“Different, Not Less” “I have to tell Monet about it!” Matt shouted across the parking lot. While twisting his fingers, he memorized the license plate number and model of the PT Cruiser as it drove away. My family and I travel around the country and Matt continues to recognize someone he met in the past: a waitress, a teacher, or a friend.
From Failure to Promise is an extraordinary masterpiece and a great deal of the occurrences in Dr. Moorer life reminded me of my journey and there were days on track, off track, with new tracks, fast tracks, and quite a few backtracks. Nevertheless, I have no doubt there will be tenure tracks in the future. Faith, Education, Experience, and Effort occurs all through life on daily basis. Faith, Education, Experience, and Effort are a day to day occurrence and happen all the way through life.
I qualify for this scholarship because I have put forth an enormous amount of effort to improve my life by bettering myself and transmuting into the mother my son deserves. This has meant overcoming copious personal confrontations these past two years, and developing in an outside of the classroom. Growing up in a house with an undiagnosed bipolar/schizophrenic abusive father was complicating. As a child, I was so perplexed about what was going on, what I had done so iniquitous to merit all the pain, and the lies I was repetitively being told to tell - that I never spoke. Despite the frequent one-way comments of concern, straight A’s seemed to overcompensate for my lack of speech, and the abuse was kept surreptitious for numerous years by merely transferring schools consistently.
