When I bring lunch to school, all of the people in the Cohort (even the professors!) are shocked! It is a rare sight to see me with lunch. Most of the time, it is because I'm never very hungry until around 4. And I'll admit it is just not healthy. I rarely ever eat breakfast either! Not only do I not eat three meals, but I'm also not eating like I should. I'll be honest, I have been living off Pizza Rolls. Now, I am not saying I am going to go on a crazy diet or starting eating broccoli, but I need
The major that I have chosen to earn a degree in is Psychology. I decided to become a therapist because of my own experience with depression. I began in middle school, we had just moved down to Kentucky from Illinois and I guess I just did not adjust well and slowly went from a happy, energetic girl into depression. In the beginning, I knew nothing about mental illness or that depression was even a thing, I just knew that I was really upset and could not explain why so I believed it was normal and
Two years ago, I comfortable raced through the last months of my High School career. However, apart from imperatively aiming my attention over my studies, I unwittingly turned the rest of my focus on fiddling matters, which haplessly settled into habits. Instead of reading a book, I settled for a movie; instead of improving my tennis abilities, I watched others improve theirs; instead of taking a full night’s sleep, I harped my guitar’s strings through the night. As a longed spring often passes
leader team had said somethings to members of the church at really upset some of them. We decided for the best interest of the service, that we finished the service and dealt with the situation once the senior pastor returned from his vacation. As one of the witnesses to the instant I decided to write a email to the senior pastor that I would like to sit down and talk to him about what took place when he was gone. I told him about everything that ran smoothly, but also about the individual what caused
tell your mother about until you are well in your forties? I had one of those during my second week of college. My group of friends that experienced this night with me included my roommate Dionia, Reggie, Reginald, and Fredrek. I met Reggie through Dionia, they are both from Orangeburg, SC and attended the same high school. Reginald is Reggie’s roommate which is how I met Reginald, and Fredrek is Reginald’s friend. Fredrek, Reginald and I all happen to be from the same town so we all clicked instantly
I decided to do the volunteer work at the San Carlos warehouse of the Museum of American Heritage (MOAH). I went there for 3 days to complete the project. On the first day, Jim gave a brief introduction about the warehouse and the types of work they do there. I was surprised when Jim explained that the warehouse is mostly run by volunteers. Then, he introduced me about the main process they did at the warehouse. One of the main tasks is to determine what to do with the artifacts received through
What a great weekend, I do not know which was my favorite event. One minute I was at the Royal Palace of Henry VIII and another minute I was in Stonehenge. No matter what happen, I will remember this weekend for the rest of my life. Thursday, we all woke up really early to travel to the Royal Palace of Henry VIII. Our tour guide Heather, gave us the entire tour of the place. My favorite part of the tour was the clock due to the fact it was a 24 hour clock telling which day, month, and season it
decisions, it is very easy to become confused. I once was very uncertain about any career goals I may have had, but now, I am more sure of the direction my life is going. When I was young, I never really knew what I wanted to become when I got older, but I always had very high aspirations for myself. I always thought that I would become either a doctor or a
On Wednesday, June 18, 2003, I had finalized the decision to put my incapacitated dog to rest. It became a reality. I clearly remember the warm, breezy day that occurred two weeks ago. As I sat in the freshly cutgrass of my front yard, I paid no attention to the sounds of the birds that were singing or the leaves that were dancing on the trees. All that was on my mind was the details of the last 13 years and remembering the times we shared together. As I kept trying to convince myself that he would
Everyone has something that they have decided, or has been decided for him or her, is their passion in life. A year ago if I was asked what my passion was I wouldn’t have said anything, I didn’t have a passion or something that really made me excited to live life. I’d rather sit in my room bouncing from one social media to another, gathering a platform of thousands of followers during it all. I was a die-hard fan for someone who I thought could really