Essay About Myself

School will always have an impact on a person. Weather that influence is positive or negative, school has the ability to influence the rest of ones life. It is not only a place where one will learn the Pythagorean Theorem, or what the power house of a cell is, or even how to spell onomatopoeia. It is a place where we learn about the types of people out there in the world are, where we learn that everyone has their own story to tell, and where we learn the power of choice.

Have you ever sat back and thought to yourself, what did school really taught me? What did the first twelve years of school brought into my life? I understand is a question many of us might ask, but it is also a question we might be very grateful for. We have all been through the phase of not wanting to go to school, or the lazy phase of not wanting to do our homework. When we are young we fail to realize how each teacher and each assignment given to us is helping us move forward in life. Now a day we have kids that drop out of school and the kids that see school as a punishment but is not until they all become an adult and realize that maybe mom and dad had the best intentions when they forced us to attend school. I have personally been through many different schools in different states, but I am grateful because the school has not only taught me a lot but it has also helped me moved forward in life.

Their are many people I have thank for shaping me into the person I am today, but their is one teacher in high school that changed my life. His name is Doug Hollars “Coach Hollars”, and he was the teacher to the leadership class. He taught us many things that would shape

Ever since I could remember, soccer had been in my life. If there was a soccer team that needed a coach, my father was always the first to volunteer. There were almost too many strenuous weekends spent hours away from home for soccer tournaments to count. My entire family, consisting of my parents, my siblings, my dog, and myself, packed in a mini-van heading to a city that I had never heard of for soccer games. But when I entered high school, all that would soon go away. I kept playing the same sport that I always had, although now I had to wake up at five in the morning for six hours of high school soccer practice in the smoldering summer heat in order to make the high school team. High School sports were more competitive than anything I had done before. I put in as much effort as I could to make the Varsity High School team, staying out past dinner to practice even longer. I was utterly divulged in soccer and trying to be the best I could be. Soon, I would regret placing a game over spending time with my family.

It gave me friends for life, unforgettable memories, and much more. I play a lot of soccer outside of school for different teams, but the feeling of playing for the school gave me a different feeling especially toward the end of my 12th grade year. I was the Captain of the team for 2 years. The players looked up to me when they were down, had problems, or lacked confidence. It felt special that I could impact a person that much just in a few words, “Rodrigo, you are much better than how you are playing” or “Aaron you’re one of the best keepers I have ever seen.” Simple stuff like that would make a difference in their playing. I could go on and on about it. One of the most important lessons I got from playing here is that, one can’t do everything themselves at one point they’ll need help. This is from the fact I would try to do things myself sometimes, and when my teammates would help me it would go much smoother. This will benefit me later in life because the “Do it myself” mentality I had out on the field I had off it as well. I have always been like that. However, after my last season I know the power of doing work together. I will always reach out for help when I can in order to get things

While visiting southern France and taking in the incredible beauty of the countryside, I struggled to understand how people there live as compared to how people from a city such as Dallas live. These thoughts led me to believe that the whole world was more than just a bustling city with high expectations and pressure. Whizzing past the vineyards and pastures allowed me for once, to just breathe and smile. While cycling through this stunning countryside, I was able to witness the treasures of nature and the French meadows, things that I would never have been able to imagine seeing in my hometown.

Learning that school is something to be glad about was one aspect I will never forget. School helps spark and form the character of discovery in one’s mind. To find problems in the world’s society and attempt to fix them so future generations will not be forced to make that same mistake. Other than social media, education is the most powerful tool to train an adolescent’s mind. Coming from the Nobleboro Central School I have this story. The first trimester was a long one, I had never presented a project before and didn’t know the first thing about talking out loud in front of a class. Also, my English was considerably bad with papers handed in, in rough draft form. My English is still a little rusty, although my past teachers have guided me past the few trimesters preparing me for an average High School paper. Concludingly, the first trimester of public school was a real learning experience with mostly a C average in most of my classes which left room for improvement. The second trimester I had an understanding of school and was trying more and more on improving how I could understand teachers. This time of education at public school was the aha moment wherein I could explore the true reasons of presentations, tests and open book exams. The third and final trimester was a matter of consistency in grades. Because of this, most of my trimester average grades were in the B+/A range. Thankfully, because of this I had finished the 8th grade with most subjects having a yearly average of a

Sometimes a person may feel that they have no purpose in life. Finding out who you are just takes the time of sitting down and thinking of the importance in your life. Who am I? I am Mercedes Kimberly Kingston, and I am a person with different personalities, characteristics, and identities. The many ways, in which I identify myself, in fact, are the ways that define who I am. My Identity is something only I can fully define. I have a little brother, which makes me a sister; I have two loving parents, which makes me a daughter; I am in college studying medicine, which makes me a student; and I have wonderful friends in desperate need of support, which makes me a wonderful best friend.

That did not last long. In the end of first grade I did not have friends any more. It seemed hopeless, I had absolutely no idea

I had apprehensively tried out for high school soccer, knowing that kids from surrounding towns, who had all played travel on flashy, winning, teams, would be my competition. All I had wanted was to make that freshman team, to be part of a soccer program that in recent years had been a championship winning team. Fortunately my hard work payed off and I made that team. It was during my time in the school soccer program that I had not only grew as a player but met some of the people that I now call my best friends. The team required dedication,

The Self Every situation that an individual is exposed to throughout life, helps mold our “self.” As humans we have the ability to see ourselves from the outside, and all through life we try to see what others see and our “self” revolves around the generalized other. We observe how others perceive us and we make conclusions depending on our observations. How we act around others depends on the image we feel they have towards us.

God’s calling on my life was unclear before I came to Evangel, I said many prayers asking God what his plan was for my life. While I still don’t know the whole plan he has slowly confirmed and revealed more and more of it throughout the time I have been attending here. Along with my “calling” God has revealed what it means to be a Christian and he has done that through people, sermons, and through the books I have read in Essential Christianity. While I may not know all of the answers, I know God will reveal more of it when the timing is right.

Life, it’s a cruel, but funny thing. Life will throw you multiple obstacles just to get you to one point, message, or lesson. It’ll give you the most horrible situations, but give you an outcome of happiness and love. This is what I went through. I went through an obstacle in life that showed me that it’s not worth it to be harsh, cruel, or mean to your loved ones or piers. This obstacle showed me that we allow ourselves to let our emotions in the way of the truth and in the way of love. This obstacle shaped me to be the person I am today. Now listen to why I give these reasons. Why I say what I say. Listen to my story of how I came to be, through love, anger, frustrations, and death.

I can see my short curls and round nose looking back at me in the reflection of the window while I listen to Spanish pop. Looking out, I see hundreds of people walking past each other, from teens dressed in jeans to adults in suits and blazers. There are nail salons, designer shoe stores, offices, all in the midst of these massive buildings. I’m on a DART train passing Downtown Dallas, on my way home from school. A few years ago, I didn’t even know about the different rails, but now I know my way around the entire city without using Google Maps, something I’m a little proud of. I’ve used it to go to work at Bed Bath & Beyond, my chess tournaments, school, the mall, vegetarian restaurants, and anything in-between. The reason might be because I can’t afford a car, my dad works all the time, and my sister took my mom’s car to her tiny town of San Angelo for college, but it doesn’t even matter because riding the train and running errands by myself has made me independent, plus it’s eco-friendly.

Going to college has reminded me how much I truly love to read. It’s also reminded me that there are some books that I cannot bear to sit through. For a long time, I only read books that I knew I would love, or that I’d at least like. I only picked up a book if it was by an author I knew, or if it came recommended by someone.