As soon as I wake up I turn on the TV to watch the News. I think what kind of awful News we will have this time. Lately the News are being covering the tragedies from three different hurricanes hitting Texas, Florida, and Puerto Rico. The earthquake in Mexico, the shooting in Las Vegas, the concern of Korea missiles, and the wars in the middle east.
Some days I’m afraid to go out of the door it’s terrible living in fear. If I talk to one of my friends who likes to recite passages from the bible instead of feeling safer knowing God loves me I get more terrify. I want my grandkids to have a chance to live a wonderful life. However, it’s frightening watching how our world is getting worse.
The leaders of our countries instead of making the world
Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.
I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.
Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of
I have never worked retail before this internship. Everything that I am going to learn is all new me. The department that I was assigned to work in is Cabinet and Appliances. The managers I am learning under is Joe and Heather.
Being the youngest of four siblings, I got dragged on many of college visits throughout the years. I found the setup to be fundamentally the same: Prospective students accompanied by parents, usually more nervous than the students, enthusiastic tour guides ready to impress, and admissions counselors trying to be as accommodating as possible. I never understood how my siblings knew the right school for them. The only thing they said was, "when you find the right school, it feels like home." Over time, my siblings had created a joke about that saying. Little did I know that in seven years, the saying would come true for me. When I first toured RPI, I approached it as any other school I had seen with my siblings. Following the obligatory bookstore visit, I told my mom that we did not have to go on any more tours. I finally understood what my siblings were saying. I found my home at RPI.
The outside of my mask represents what I show or represent the world. The blue on my mask represent my calm and relaxed thoughts. Several people have told me that I seem relaxed all the time. Also, the blue represents positive thoughts, since I seem to be always positive outside. The eyes are closed also because I looked relaxed and calmed. The zipper symbolizes how I am introverted and shy. I would not talk unless you talk to me. My archetype is the caregiver, I do love taking care of other people more than me. These are the personas I show the world.
All around the country, students are being pressured to figure out the next step they’re going to take after graduation. Those with a higher intelligence might have been asked the dreaded question as early as their middle school years. Adults see this question as a good conversations starter, but as a student, they feel more pressure the more they are asked. In a way it is good to have that constant reminder to be on top of the game. Having this nagging reminder, the student should strive to have their decisions made or at least their options laid out simply to have an answer for the multitude of questions they will face. It’s important to be ahead of the game when it comes to college preparations.
Throughout my life, I have pushed myself to be involved in my community which has shaped me into who I am today. Freshman year, I went with a group of kids from my church to a homeless maternal shelter in a downtown suburb. It was Valentine’s Day, and as I walked through those gray halls lined with rooms, void except for a bed, blankets, and a crib, there was a sense of love underlying the visible emptiness. Coming together as one, families were united in the knowledge that sometimes the only way to keep going is to give all of who you are to someone else. As middle schoolers, love for us was quantified by the amount of Valentines cards you got on your desk. However, after seeing clearly through the eyes of women who had experienced its trials,
In the world we live we diy everything we believe in we can see and the only thing that exist are human well that's not one hundred percent true you see for people they don't what to believe that there somthing out there that is more powerful than them but you see there's a whole new world that human don't even know about and we like it that way but hey we're getting there but at this point you're probably wondering who is this crazy girl well i'm lexi but and i'm about 5’6 with long all the way passed my but red hare and not bright red like a dark red i have icey sole piercing eyes and i'm an agale and no not from heaven you see i'm a gradin well a garden in training but we have wings like an angel but are job is to keep all the supernatural
Doors slam shut, cabinets rattle, and voices shout, yet I hear none of it. I am a hundred miles away and travelled hundreds of years, but I haven’t moved an inch. I’m living in my own reality, my own tiny bubble. The rickety bus flies over a pothole, kids shout to their friends down the aisle, the radio blasts songs from that week’s top 40, and still I am immersed in a book. Most people cannot concentrate in chaos, but I am not like most people. The real world fades from existence the moment my eyes skimmed the page and began to construct a new one in my mind.
Over the course of four years in high school, I have realized that I want to make an impact and change the world. Not just something to benefit myself, but to benefit others.
Gerald had leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table as he’d finished his appraisal, and kept his gaze locked on the actress, keen to see if his words, deliberately constructed to appeal to her ego and self awareness had any effect. His lips curled up slightly at the corners, in what could be taken either as a smile, or an expression of curiosity, and he nodded as she shifted on the sofa, and began to speak, his own gaze never leaving her face, and attemptiedto gauge as much as he could from her expression as the words she spoke.
My head was ringing. This can’t be happening. There’s just no possible way! Blood trickled down my forehead. My heart beat what increasing with every breath. Why did this have to happen? Why?? My head was beginning to pound. I closed my eyes, and began to remember what had happened and what had gone so horribly wrong.
The world exists to be explored. I moved to the United States in the April of 2015, finally getting the opportunity to explore the world. I was born and raised in India, and after living in the same city for over fifteen years, I was itching to travel, experiment, and explore. While feeling completely intimidated by the sheer size of the country, moving here was liberating, in a way. I could meet more people, eat different food, and visit new places.
“Is the real world frightening and hard?” Is the question I ask to my parents all the time. On my birthday they always tell me the story about how hard it was for them when I was born and now I am about to tell you the story. My parents had me at a very young age. They did not finish college, imagining what they went through while telling me the story was having me put in a lot of knowledge about the real world. You make one little mistake and it is over for you because, you cannot go back and fix it. Now I know why my parents push me and motivate me and lead me into the right direction. They are preparing me for the future and what I have planned after I graduate High School and College.