“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”…
My story beings like any other, at the moment I took my first breath on July 30th 1998 in Bilisht, Albania. I was born in a small town in the lower region of Albania where my entire family lived with my grandparents under one household. My parents soon came to the realization that the current living situation was incongruous for a new family, such as ours, to thrive. As the result, my parents chose to apply for the government program granting our family access to move into a completely new society with new laws, regulations, political aspects and that was tens of thousands of miles away. Our family, at that instant, had a struck of luck as my mother’s name was drawn for us to move to the greatest country the United States of America.…
Who am I? That has always been an essential question for as long as I can remember. I never really understood why we had to answer that question along the way, but I’m now a senior at SJPII and I still have no idea who I am. It really bothers me that for 16 years I still haven’t figured out who I am. Constantly going from class to class and making new friends I still can’t pin point who the “real” me is.…
Growing up with divorced parents from two radically different cultures was at first difficult. My mother’s family was from Peru, while my father’s was from Bangladesh. In my young mind, there was an internal struggle with what my identity actually consisted of. I wasn’t wholly from one culture or the other, and felt like a black sheep when interacting with either side of my family. Due to this, I attempted to keep these cultures partitioned. At the time, they were different portions of my life that simply couldn’t intermix. This mentality in turn led me to foolishly shy away from my joint heritage. I kept myself enclosed in a box, blind to the beauty of my surrounding culture. However, as time progressed, I knew I had to make a change in my understanding.…
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said “To be yourself in a world that is trying to make you something else is a great accomplishment”. A question such as “who am I”? Really gives me the opportunity to differentiate and express who I really am and who I can be. I am not a complex person who thinks the world is against me, nor am I overly sophisticated “know-it-all” who doesn't take time to pay attention to my surroundings. I can't say that I am like every other person because there are certain things that make me a unique individual. What I can say is that I am progressing towards a brighter future.…
I have encountered several dilemmas throughout my lifetime, but only one that has made a huge impact on my life. It was the night of June 4, 2011 where I attended a high school graduation party for all high school graduates. The party was hosted by a friend of the family (Annie Pinellas) who threw parties annually for the high school graduates at her home, providing free food, drinks, DJ, etc. It was my third year attending the graduation party where everyone from different high schools, cities, cultures, would get together for a night of fun. During the party we would shoot videos, dance, take pictures, rap and sing pretty much everything just enjoying one another. As the night went on more and more people started coming and the house party turned into a block party being that it was so many people that everyone couldn’t fit into the yard or porch. Shortly after midnight around 2am joy turned into grief as bullets started flying out of nowhere over the loud music. With hundreds of people in presence everyone the crowd dispersed in all directions trying to protect themselves from what was happening before their eyes. People dropped to the ground, ran behind houses while others jumped over fences. Everything happened so fast that I ended up on the ground behind a neighbor’s house ducking for cover. The shots fired lasted…
I am a Californian. I am a family member. I am a friend. I am a student. I am a book lover. I am a music lover. I am shy. I am a dreamer. I am ambitious. I am smart.…
My actions are always a direct showcase of my personal characteristics. A few that are particularly important are having patience, being non-judgmental, and thinking creatively. I learned a majority of my patience through my position as a research position. Research does not have immediate results; a good experiment takes time. My seemingly menial tasks, such as entering data, eventually contributed to the final product. I learned to be non-judgmental in my time shadowing an obstetrician, where I interacted with patients with so many stories. To judge them would cause a disservice, and potentially harm them. Finally, I learned to think creatively during my time at the Guild for Human Services. Each student was unique in his or her problems,…
Personal background starts off small, it changes and grows over time into something big, it grows into an identity. Walking down the hallway at school, seeing someone standing alone, my first instinct is to make conversation, compliment, or even just smile at him or her. This instinct came from someone once telling me an act so small could turn a person's entire life around. As a kid, reading encyclopedias about random topics, consumed my time. Many days were spent coming home to find an injured wild animal in my dad's arms waiting to be saved. My dad would sit outside and draw animals, trees, and anything else he saw. Nothing excited me more than trying to draw whatever my dad drew, and as good as he did. Any assignment that was handed to…
It's hard to not know anything about me because I'm pretty much an open book. But if I had to think of something that most people wouldn't know about me it would be that I was born and raised in Hilo. All my life I lived in Hilo up until my freshman year when I moved to Kona. Right now I'm currently a senior attending Konawaena High School. With that being said, I lived on the Kona side for about 4 years now. The main reason for me moving to this side was because both my parents have jobs out here. My dad, being a manager had already been working out on this side as well as on the Hilo side. My mom on the other hand, got a job promotion that had to be taken in Kona.…
I dislike being asked “Where are you from?” because I do not consider myself from any specific place. I have moved around several times as a child, which has given me the opportunity to meet different kinds of people each from distinct walks of life. Being faced with the challenge of meeting new people has taught how to come out of my comfort zone at any given moment. The experiences I have had in life has caused me to become an outgoing, hardworking, and very multicultural person.…
People come to this city all year and embrace the culture and atmosphere to experience different events. Like the Essence Festival, Jazz Fest, Mardi Gras, or just to tour the French Quarters. But there is so much crime poverty here beyond the beauty of the French Quarters, drugs, homelessness and other situations often go unnoticed by tourists. When walking home from school one day after practice trying to get home because it was getting late, and I saw two men arguing with each other and the other man pulled out a gun a shot the other man right in front of me. I covered my eyes until the gunman left and then I ran home to tell my mother. I didn’t want to go to school anymore; it took me at least three to four week before I would come out side again. It gave me nightmares and I kept seeing it flash in front of me over and over again. Another time I went to the grocery store for my mother just to pick up a few things, upon leaving the store, I was walking up the street and this guy pulled a gun on me, telling me to “give me your money”. I dropped the things that I had in my hand and gave him the money and then I ran home. I was so out of it; when my mother asked me “where is the food”, and I responded to her “I was robbed” and she called the police. The police came out to take the report and wanted me to give a description of the guy. But all I could remember was that he had on a white tee shirt and blue…
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.…
My first home for many years. This land comes rarer to me as the day…
Rain just stopped and the wind stopped blowing. I began to sing the same song. However, the tune seems different. My body is quivering along with the awkward melody. I looked outside, I saw shivering and soaking wet green. The birds started to sing. I suddenly realized something, I’m not in Arizona anymore. I’m in Redmond, Washington……