Cited: Nepomuceno, Leah. October 12, 2013.
Cited: Nepomuceno, Leah. October 12, 2013.
You will be writing your Profile essay to your local community. Imagine you might submit the Profile to your local newspaper or have it shared in a community newsletter; the readers of those publications make up your target audience. In 2-3 paragraphs, define your local community and…
Whenever someone asks me where I work, I say “The Stranahan Arboretum.” Almost always, they respond with something along the lines of “Wow how did you score that job” or “That must be a very peaceful job.” These assumptions could not be further from the truth. The Stranahan Arboretum is beautiful park owned and ran by the University of Toledo. It is roughly forty seven acres and home to many deer and various bird species. Also, it has a small pond, wooded areas, a river, and a gorgeous assortment of various trees. The arboretum is quiet and surely a peaceful place to go for a walk or have a picnic, but certainly not to work.…
“I love to have fun! It is in my blood.” Doug speaks this way as if to show signs of life enjoyment behind scarred mental anguish. This is a man who was diagnosed dead in the back of an ambulance and fell into a coma. Doug is not lying when he says he likes to have fun because he is a man suffering from a severe brain injury due to his passion for fun and the thrill of excitement. He was young and doing want any young boy likes to do with a four-wheeler and that his go fast. Laura Stone, writer for dontjudgeme.com, writes; “Speaking of those toys… While speeding on his quad (ATV) sans helmet, he smacked into a partially hidden tree stump and flew up in the air an estimated 80 to 120 feet, coming straight down on his head. As he lay there convulsing, the ambulance made its way through the bracken to him. He died in the back of it as they raced back to the hospital, but was able to be brought back to life. He fell into a coma and stayed there for twelve days.” Doug is still looking forward these days and has a recent change in his life.…
There is a lot of pain and struggle in us that we sometimes find hard to deal with. I was a child when I first learned what cancer meant and what it would do to my beautiful, loving and caring grandmother. I was still too young to understand fully, but I knew more or less that she would be leaving us too soon in her time. I saw her struggle with the changes the sickness had done to her body. She was weak and always tired. It hurt me so much to see her in pain and she always tried her very best to not show that she was hurting around us. She would smile and always have words of wisdom. Growing up she was the only person I thought I could tell my secrets to, my grandmother was my best friend. Before she passed I wanted to hold her, be with her and just…
I made my way across the parking lot, towards the entrance to the gym. As I reached the double doors I paused, then slowly turning, I attempted to take in as much of the outside view as I could. I saw a green meadow dotted with a few thoughtfully placed picnic tables, a few baseball, and soccer fields. I also noticed that this place is home to a busy skateboard park right beside a well-kept playground. My pan of the scene had revealed to me that this place has grown into something more than what I had remembered it to be. Today this center welcomes people of all ages. In contrast, when the U.S. Air Force ran this facility it was for military personnel and their adult dependents. It was a simple gymnasium with a couple of minimally groomed baseball diamonds and multipurpose fields, lacking any beauty. Today, the sturdy old building and surrounding fields are a beautiful sight to behold, and maintained by a local community services organization. The quick survey of the sports center had reminded me that this place is still serving the community in a big way with its available venues and activities.…
I have left for extended periods for professional or academic ventures in the past but Vanessa and I both are deeply rooted in my parent’s home. Between December of 2008 and July of 2009 Vanessa lost a grandmother, two great grandmothers and a great grandfather. She was blessed with seven years of her life in which she was able to get to know the generation of people that she had come from. In 2005 her father moved in with his elderly mother and grandmother after his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer; shortly thereafter my maternal grandfather began to rapidly deteriorate, physically and mentally, at which time he moved in with us. Vanessa gained a great respect for the elderly as well as life experiences and knowledge one can only gain by exposure to older generations; however, these blessings came with lessons in illness and death and the real life challenge of coping with the sadness of end of life deterioration and the loss of loved ones. Vanessa understood that death was the inevitable end to life in the flesh, but she also understood that her loved ones were starting a new life in heaven. Instead of displaying exclusively classic signs of grief that would normally be seen in a child her age under the circumstances, she approached coping with a bitter sweet perspective that…
“The Meeting” The room is silent other than the steady hum of the air conditioner. Businessmen and location supervisors all sit around a large rectangular table, waiting for the man in charge. There is a projector screen at the head of the table with an opening slide displayed. It reads “Monthly Safety meeting” in plain black text on a white background. A few of the men lean back in their chairs and relax. Two start a casual conversation. Even in the silence of the room I cannot understand them because they are mumbling so quietly. It’s an early Monday morning, and everyone is still a little drowsy from the weekend.…
My cousin was only 19 when he got diagnosed with Stomach Cancer. I was only in my second year of high school, but things did not got as bad until my junior year. During that time, all he had was me. Both of his parents worked all the time to be able to pay all the medical bills and surgeries he has had done. I have missed various days in school and have been tardy lots of days because I was always in the hospital or at home with him. Nothing is worse in life than seeing a loved one slowly beginning to die and there is nothing you can do about it, but be there with them every step of the way. Throughout his whole sickness, I used to pray all the time and have so much faith that he will get better, yet he never did. Everyone in my surroundings doubted him and I was his only supporter. My cousin was more than a cousin to me; he was practically a brother to me. One day, I fed him after him throwing up his food for weeks, and he didn’t throw up. He did so well, and he thanked me all the time. That day gave me so much hope that he will get better, but the next day, I was on my way to visit him and as soon as I got there, I see his father outside. Enthusiastically, I asked how was his son doing and he looked at me and told me that he passed away 10 minutes ago. He passed away on January 20th, 2015. It had been the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in life. After, I didn’t pay no…
My grandma's condition wasn't anything but hard for me and my family to deal with. Everyday with her was a roller coaster that held many twists and turns and couldn't stay on the track. If you didn't hold on tight, you’d thrown off. You never knew what she would remember each morning that she woke. Some days she would know the date and she was aware of her surroundings, while other days (which weren’t so great), she'd be back in time when her husband was alive and she’d call for him. Then she’d be puzzled as to why he wouldn't call her name back. When my mom would bear her the bad news he has been gone for years, my great grandma turned as silent as a mouse for the remainder of the day, wallowing in her sorrow. Yet, as her memory faded, mine…
His name was "Evan". I didn't know him all that well. We were both eleven years old and riding the school bus home at the end of the day. Suddenly he began to stare, his eyes glazing over and saliva curled at the edge of his mouth. I was witnessing someone have a seizure right in front of my eyes. It was the first time I had ever experienced something this serious in nature; someone's life was at risk. At that moment I noticed that everyone started to back away as if disgusted by the drool coming out of his mouth. I heard kids yelling for the bus driver's help, but she wouldn't do anything, or couldn't do anything for that matter. She just kept driving and said she couldn't help him at the moment.…
I first met Alex Pekker a few years back while in high school. He was a teacher at my school. I didn’t get to know him until I went out for the bowling and tennis team and he turned out to be the coach for both teams. I looked up to him and enjoyed playing on his teams. So I decided to interview him so I could learn more about his childhood and how he grew up.…
Imagine looking down at your phone and seeing an incredibly long text message from your best friend. This is inscrutable coming from her, so you start to panic. As you open the message, your heart drops as she reveals that her grandmother, the person she is closest to in the world, has just passed away. This happened to me late my junior year of high school, and my heart broke for her. Concerned, I immediately ordered a large cheese pizza and peach iced tea, her favorite comfort foods, and rushed to her house.…
When I first received this assignment, I had no clue on who I admired enough to profile, especially since family members and friends were off limits. Just thinking about focusing my time and energy into one person made me stressed out beyond my limits. I always felt that people were nothing special; from one person to the next everyone is equal. Then I started recalling memories from this past summer and how one person changed my view on the sport that I love and ultimately life. On June 2-3rd of this past summer of 2012, I met Diandra Asbaty. Before I met Diandra, I felt everyone was one the same level. Then I began to grasp the fact that some people have extraordinary gifts and show other people how much one’s talents can affect the world.…
Identity is something human beings hold dear. Humans are very complex beings and it is difficult to pinpoint exactly what makes up who a person is or can be. Now, the most common generalizations as to what makes up an identity are: personality, likes, dislikes, experience(s), religion, soul, memories and beliefs. A physical form isn’t mentioned; because the body is a temporary thing. A body doesn’t necessarily mean that it is part of the identity since; what will last forever in not the body but the impact left by personality or ideas, for they are everlasting.…
EPCC Descriptive/Profile Essay Descriptive and profile essays provide vivid details regarding a person, place, thing or activity. The goal is to provide a detailed description for the reader and to allow the reader to visualize what is being described. Some profiles in particular take the reader behind the scenes of familiar places, giving a glimpse of their inner workings. In some cases, they introduce an audience to exotic people with peculiar hobbies, unusual professions, or bizarre personalities.…