Thank you. We enter that part of our lives in about .. hour and … minutes, but who’s counting?). I am not daunted because I am too busy thinking back fondly on all of the good times. Throughout the past four years I might have stayed up late, stressed and frustrated with the colleges thinking that I should have gone somewhere else. The great irony is that now I am sleep deprived because I can’t stand to waste a single moment here with all of you, my Hobart and William Smith
There are many events that led to this day and I could not imagine how my life would have turned out. At a young age, I was embodied with the notion that you need college to be successful in life, so I worked hard in school and finally it had paid off. My last semester
I will graduate in May of 2017. I have to give credit to Amy Friery and to one of my peers. They really have been by side through it all, they helped me maintain my confidence level through it all. I believe that confidence is one of the great qualities anyone can have. Having confidence has helped me to love myself, for example, I love my
This year is important for me; now, I am a senior In Mercy College. I remember being a freshman and not understanding the idea of what life was outside high school. The transition was scary because I had to start over again; however, the experience was worthwhile. I am grateful for Mercy College for providing me with the scholarships that I needed to further my education. I hope to own my practice as a psychologist and I am here to thank my mother for supporting my decision.
I have just recently begun to hate writing. Not all writing, just the kind that leaves me staring at a blank computer screen or clean piece of paper for countless minutes with no idea of how to start off in which to captivate my readers, especially my professor. I will ritually rack my brain for dozens of wasted moments, deciding on how to begin, continue, and complete an essay assignment, while trying to avoid any obvious signs within my work itself that my apprehension towards writing is just as strong as the wildfires currently burning Washington State. Research writing is however, a different, more alleviating and empowering type of writing because it allows my subconscious to camouflage its worries and impotency behind objective facts
As we grow older and progress from the days of nap time and color books of kindergarten to the football games and school dances of high school we undoubtedly change a great deal. We change how we dress, what we like, and even who we are friends with, but through all this turnover there is one persistent question that remains, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. I have always dreaded being asked this question partially because it is such an infinitely complex question that requires such a rudimentary answer but also because I have never truly realized what I wanted to be when I had ceased to grow. This was none more apparent than in my first month of kindergarten. It was about an hour towards the end of the school day when we were asked to answer the seemingly straightforward question.
I don 't know what you will think of me, Claudia, and my husband, Jack, after hearing this cautionary tale of struggle, achievement, success, betrayal, murder, and undying love. Most likely, you will come to the conclusion that Jack and I are a couple of sociopaths who probably should have never coupled to begin with. If you come away from this thinking that, well, I will understand; however, if after you hear what I have to tell you, you come to the conclusion that all things happen for important reason and purpose, then this story I dedicate to you, and hope that fate is as kind to you as it has been to Jack and me. My story opens in the autumn of 1981.
Back in 2011 I was in the 8th grade. The day of my graduation I didn’t know if I was going to graduate because I was slacking around during school. I did graduate. I made my mom happy and family members happy. I accomplished a goal I set.
The first nine weeks has come and gone already within the blink of an eye, and time seems to be moving along at a record pace. This first nine weeks was interesting as well as difficult. It was interesting in the fact that I once more had to take different classes with nearly all new teachers, having to become accustomed to original teaching styles and their conflicting ways of grading from classes of old. Also interesting was my schedule in the way that my final class concluded at eleven forty-eight; this turned out to be a blessing. I remember one day maybe three to four weeks into the quarter when I decided to stay up late watching a football game or something, and the next day I was extraordinarily tired and felt as if I was a zombie.
I am eager to make the transition to college, but trying to determine how to pay for my impending tuition is not a thrilling. My single mother pays for the majority of my sisters need and mine. I plan to attend Gonzaga university and the tuition is very costly. Preferably I want to graduate debt free so I can take a gap year after graduation and join AmeriCorps Vista. A program such as AmeriCorp will further my experience working with people and gear me to enter the career of a nurse.
Education has always been an important motivator in my life. I have always pushed myself to learn and grow whether it was achieving a Bachelor’s of Science in Mechanical Engineering from Boston University, becoming proficient in various military aircraft, or taking classes at Southern New Hampshire University while fulfilling my obligations as a Captain in the United States Marine Corps. Now at the Harvard Kennedy School, I am working towards a Masters in Public Administration in International Development; I am given the opportunity to develop my analytical skills, better my understanding of economics, and develop different methods to improve impoverished nations and economies. Throughout my time here at the Kennedy School I have learned
After three and a half years, the day had finally come. It was the day that I had been looking forward to since graduating from high school. And it was the thought of the day that kept me going when it seemed far away. When the stressful days of projects, internships, essays, and assignments became overwhelming, I was able to catch a glimpse of the day that would lead me into the future. That day would not only escort me into a promising future, but would allow me to reflect on my accomplishments and show appreciation to my support team that had brought me there.
Midterm Essay Ever since the day I got accepted into the University of Wisconsin- Eau Claire I’ve been so anxious and ready to move out so I could finally have freedom to whatever I want whenever I want to. College has been a lot different though than I would’ve expected it. I didn’t think I’d get homesick at all
I wouldn’t be the person I am today without these experiences. I’m also very happy to be able to graduate with the class of 2018. Despite all the troublesome and reckless our class is, I’m happy to be a part of it. I may
The rest of my school years and days will no longer be boring, long, or tiring to me, thanks to my option I chose that my school offered to
