Ever since I was in high school, school introduced me on quoting sources but I never realized how wrong I was putting them together. For instance, integrating the quotations into my own text has always been the hardest part for myself for the reason that I wouldn't combined the quotations successfully in the right places, same thing happens when introducing quotations, at least for me. Although, after reading chapters 1-3, I learned and I got so many ideas on how to write just about anything, and we are not even half way through with the book. When I was writing my diagnostic essay I would overthink too much on how to put the author's words and mine together. From this perspective, I started a sentence with a quotation, but I was mistaken because
All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.
I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.
All my life I have had the opportunity to travel and broaden my horizons. I have been blessed with the ability to accumulate to different cultures and environments. From being born in Italy, moving to Japan, and now currently residing in Louisiana, I have seen more than what most others can only dream. Those three very different places are just a few of the dozens areas of the world I have traveled to, yet out of all of destinations I have visited New York City most definitely tops the list. This city is a world of it's own in my eyes. There is no other place I can see myself continuing my journey in life. It is no secret that college is a major stepping stone in the life of a young adult. It carves the path to their future. Ever since I can remember my parents have pushed me towards gaining a good
A time that a strongly held belief of mine was challenged, was when I stumbled upon an article that spoke of a fusion of religion and science. Growing up in a heavy Christian household and going to a very large church in Michigan, my life was filled with everything Christian, including the idea that evolution was not real. While in kindergarten and middle school I had been told to listen to teachers explain scientific ideas such as evolution, and natural selection, but to not believe them to be true, because God made everything and as such there would be no need for evolution or natural selection to fix things. For many years I followed this belief learning, but not truly understanding material, as I was raised to just take in the knowledge
Eighteen years ago I was delivered in a hospital in Tokyo, Japan and was taken to the United States embassy a month later to become a United States citizen. My parents had been living in Japan for two years, my father was on a work vista, and we stayed for another six. Whenever I talk about my early years I am aware it was a unique upbringing that would not have been possible a hundred years ago. Social and economic changes, and technological innovations in the 20th century impacted me even though I was born three years before the turn of the century.
When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing the a woodwind or strings instrument. After much thought on which one, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it had a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are incredible. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony. In elementary, I was known as the best player for my patience and understanding of every piece we played. “Your daughter is my best student in all 4 schools that I teach,” exclaimed my orchestra teacher, Ms. Nichols, to my mother. Ever since then, I have been practicing my violin every minute of every day. At the end of my sixth grade year, I received a letter stating that I have been invited
Me just like any other human being make mistakes we’re not perfect, but we’re all special in our own ways. Something I feel makes me special is that at a very young age i started playing sports. I now consider myself an athlete. That makes me feel special because not everyone is capable of having to do school work and play sports during school. Sports have also showed me discipline. Another thing that it showed me was how to take leadership and help others.
During a career day presentation back in the 3rd grade, the speaker planned on showing us a video on the project, unfortunately, he didn't have a clue on how to work it. The teacher called for help and left the classroom. Then I asked, "would you mind if I help?" He stepped back and watch me attempt to fix it.
In my sixteen years of existence, I’ve had plenty of fun, exciting high points where I feel like nothing in the world can drag me down. However, along with those amazing times, my worst ones were always to eventually follow, like it did my sophomore year when I had a choir performance in Visalia with some of my favorite friends and amazing teacher. It was most definitely a high for me. A little over twenty-four hours after, I had fallen off the roller coaster that was my happiness and hit the concrete.
I had done the impossible. I was the first flying human being in all of mankind. What could I do with this tremendous ability, I had to ask myself. I could use this power for my own gain or to help others with their difficulties. There was one thing that changed my life. After I fell into that vat of snakes, my way of living changed drastically.
To this day, I have never met someone who doesn’t have a bit of glossophobia, the fear of public speaking. However, when you struggle with an anxiety disorder that has been at your side since you were little, public speaking skips being difficult and ends up somewhere near panic attack inducing. The moment I stepped up in front of a crowd for the first time and began to orate, the feeling was both exhilarating and petrifying. It was if I lost my voice and found it; although I froze an incalculable amount of times throughout the ten minute speech, I felt empowered- finally, after all these years of melting into the background, people were listening to me. I had decided at that instant that I was going to use vox popoli to show that my anxiety
I was writing the following post and came to a deep understanding. My mind corrected itself and instantly I feel better. I’m amazed by how much I’ve progressed in the last four months. I thought it might be helpful to read my thoughts and how I changed them from being negative.
It was the end of 6th grade, one of the most anticipating times of one’s childhood that marked the beginning of what my older sister referred to as, “junior high - the worst years of every poor kid’s life.” I knew I had to pick a school, as my parents had told me about GCA and how it would offer me a greater challenge than South Valley made it’s way to my elementary school, and that’s when I decided I had to get my hands on it and just enroll to the school that would prepare me the most. The more I looked into it I had realized that this school was really all about challenging yourself and pushing yourself to do more. But in all honesty, I wasn't sure if I wanted to put in all that extra effort.
People everywhere have this theory that the bad guys are easy to spot. Antagonists are typically ugly, insane, and powerful, among other qualities. They are also most commonly male and, most importantly, they know what they are doing. I'm here to tell you that this isn't always true. Kids believe from a young age that bullies from school are 'bad', and that parents and friends are 'good'. But growing up has led me to realize something: most of the time, parents are not the heroes we make them out to be. They can, in fact, be the direct cause of playground bullies. And friends can come and go like dandelion seeds in the wind.
When I was about 17 years old I got kicked out of my parents for the first time, I was living from house to house. I would be either staying over my friends or a family/cousins house. I stopped going to school by that time, It was hard for me to stay on track and keep up with homework since I wasn't staying in my own home and not being able to have my own privacy to do my homework, so I dropped out of school. When I got thrown out of my parents I would be staying over at my other family’s house and I was living that way for about 4 months. Until I got tired of it I gave my grandparents a call and let her know what was happening and what I was going through. They understood what I was trying to say, so she told me I can move into her place to straighten up my life, so I took that chance and waited for the right time for me to pack my stuff and ready to leave that way I can start a new life where I had no friends and wouldn’t know anybody.