Have you ever had a reoccurring challenge in your life? The one that sticks out the most is my challenge to still get on and ride with my knee. Every time I ride it could be my last. I still get back on every time though.…
My mother, sister, and I were driving down Highway 124 on a hot July day when my mom screamed and slammed on the breaks. Fear rushed through our bodies. Outside the car window, a short young African American man was launched into the air. As he came down, a loud boom sounded as his body helplessly rolled off the hood of the faint green Toyota Corolla in front of us. The man lay motionless in the road while we waited for what seemed like hours for the driver to exit the car. His red shirt and gym shorts were ripped. The driver of the opposing car threw the vehicle in reverse in a spasmodic action in an attempt to end the man’s life. The injured man made an effort to crawl onto the Wendy’s sidewalk, forcing his body up on the curb to evade the car. The driver drove up onto the curb and blew its tire, just barely missing the wounded man. Realizing the driver would stop at nothing, my mother drove her white suburban in front of the car, blocking the violent perpetrator from doing any further damage.…
In my life, in your life, we are going to come up upon to a thought situations. When I faced my first thought situation, I was not quite sure how to react. I was not quite sure how to handle it or help. “My son was chocking with a hotdog” it was the scariest day of my life. Hotdogs are one-off the most dangerous foods for children to eat. Since then, my life changed and I realized how important is to know CPR guidelines to help someone when help is need it.…
An example of my determination is me raising my average from an 82 in freshman year to a 93.4 in junior year. An example of me being adaptable is how I moved many times over the course of my life and dealing with hurricane sandy and was still a successful student. An example of me being hardworking because I am able to manage school and work.…
My mother, “Regina Hopkins,” has been a positive influence in my life. She has raised 6 kids all by herself as well as earned a Bachelor’s degree in nursing from a City College in Gainesville, Florida. My mother has been through pretty much everything a person can go through outside of war and was still able to be there and provide for all 6 of her kids. In high school, my mother wanted to play football and couldn't because she was a girl and back-in-the-day women were not allowed to play football with the guys. However, she remained strong by raising 6 kids and independently took care of all of us on her own. My mother has several qualities that I would love to develop. The first quality she has is balance; she certainly knows how to make…
Time is winding down and the past thirty nine weeks has been nothing short but amazing. It has been full of different emotions and feelings. From the stretching of the skin to the sudden movement I have never felt before. It was all a new experience, but the feeling was indescribable. After a restless night, the sunrise appeared before I knew it. The pain was unbearable, but after several hours and a couple of good pushes you were here. I was extremely exhausted, but the relief was absolutely amazing. At first sight I fell in love with you. Not for how you look, just for who you are. I never thought I could feel affection like this. What is this? Is this how it's assume to feel or even resemble? It's kind of insane how you, only one individual,…
Hello guys, my name is Heidy Caraballo and my major is business finance. This is my first semester of sophomore year, I am looking forward to learn in this class more about manage my time because I like to procrastinate a little bit I just feel that I work better with pressure and hopefully learn some new methods to be more effective in my life and in my…
This is an informal essay giving readers an insight on my support system as a child. The things that helped me feel safe as a child. Resources in the neighborhood that helped me grow and blossom. Insight on why I may think the way I do. The focus is to analyze me so I can put aside anything that may hinder me as a Social Worker.…
One thing that sets me apart from the other candidates applying to the University of California is my hard work. I have always been smaller than other kids my age. At 15 years old I was 4’ 10’’ and looked like I was eleven years old. Although this was an advantage at the airport, when I would begin to take off my shoes and the TSA Officer would look at me and say, “Don’t worry twelve and under can keep their shoes on.” I was often discredited for my size. Especially because I played volleyball, a sport known for its height. I constantly struggled to make a team I deserved to be on because people would see my height and automatically think I was not capable. Although my height often led me to feel discouraged and angry it eventually taught hard work.…
Every human struggles everyone has hardship. When I was young I began to notice that maybe it is hard to understand what other people struggle with. The start of a mundane life began as usual a bus ride to school, but today something else happened a flash of yellow a soundless luxury sports car zoomed bass by a Lamborghini. As the car passed by everyone looked at it with amazement as the never seen a car pass from this part of the street. I began to wonder when will I get one with imaginary job I will live the high life. The bus hits a bump on the road I am begging to rationalize who much work will it take to achieve greatness to struggle to overcome adversity.…
Growing up, I’ve had a hard time being socially active. I was the shy girl that everyone knew. Although being shy was my only way of being safe from others. I trusted only the people in my family. The reason for my shyness’ is: I didn’t trust people to not make fun of me, my birth father and his family didn’t like me, but I did trust my stepfather. My stepfather, has been my father since I was 3 years old, I call him dad and my birthfather I don’t call him anything since he’s never allowed to see me again. I had one friend growing up, his name was and is Seth Garner. I met him when I was 3 years old. Out of all the kids at the school, he was the only one that I could be myself around. While he was my friend, all the other kids would make fun of me to my face or behind my back. Why would they tease me? I know that I am not like other people. I know that I have a disability, but what I don’t know is why everyone had to make fun of me for it. Seth, although he was the favorite one of all the students, the popular kid, he still went out of his way to show me that I actually mattered. He taught me to say “no” or “stop” to the people hurting…
It was a perfectly normal Saturday night, until I sat on the couch. I expected to enjoy a funny movie with my dad, but instead I got a trip to the hospital. I sat on the couch, and then I felt a sting in my elbow. At first, it felt like I got a shot at the doctor, but it slowly got worse, and felt more like a knife slicing into my elbow. I winced and sprung up from the couch. I squinted and my eyes scanned the spot where I just sat down. Aha, I thought. There was a small piece of plastic, and it looked like it broke off from a container.…
After years of hard work and prerequisite classes, I finally received my acceptance into school. Nursing was finally within my grasps, but it felt like something was missing. After talking to friends and family, I was still in what felt like a liminal phase until I got an email. It plainly read, “Congrats on your acceptance, we knew you could do it! Let us know if we can help. Sincerely, Katie from G.B.” As succinct as the email was, I was reminded of my time in the Global Brigades. It was with that amazing group that I helped villages across Panama receive basic healthcare and other vital services. Furthermore, it reminded me of my experience tutoring and volunteering throughout my life. These experiences working with underserved communities…
I honestly can’t say that I’ve ever had an obstacle, or conflict in my life that…
“Yay!”, I exclaimed, as I jogged across the back porch. My grandpa, or “Papa” as I christened him, had just announced that we could go out to the backyard to do yard work, which we called “Rough and Tough Stuff,” which always made me enigmatic because it struck me as enticing. I caught a whiff of Rosemary and a hint of Lavender. Papa’s chocolate labrador retriever, Buju, greeted me with a “Woof!”, and a nose as wet as a melon ball. Papa started sauntering back toward the door, slow as a snail, when I asked, “Where you going?” (I was about five years old at the time, so I did not have much knowledge of correct grammar.) “I have to get the tools,” he explained. “Don’t go into the yard while I’m gone, okay? I’ll only be…