For as long as I could remember, I wanted to help people. This particular passion of mine is something I am weirdly proud of, for I refuse to give to those who takes life for granted as I believe it would be imprudent to acknowledge loafers as people in need. The community is tainted, and I take it as my responsibility to, at the very least, not be useless. This has prompted me as student to take on club positions and leadership roles regardless of experience as a challenge to myself and also a learning opportunity that I could further utilize to contribute to the society. I recall my first major community service trip being the school’s annual orphanage visit organized by the Child Protection and Development Program in Pattaya, Thailand. That also happened so to be my first grasp on the significance of giving. When we arrived there, we were greeted by a group of young children 's waving. That day’s theme was teach day where we would come in and educate them on stuff we learn at our school. I set up my station, which if I remember, I was in charge of teaching the kids science, a subject I have very little interest of. Nevertheless, I showed my full effort and taught them to the best of my ability.
Contrary to what I thought their reaction to my teaching would be, they seemed extremely delightful to see us-- some even showed their gratitude by thanking me afterward which at that time almost seems absurd to me. We came in and took away what could potentially be your