up in a rural community‚ there was little diversity where i was from. From racist slurs to actually yelling at a minority‚ i could tell there was a problem at the age of 6. When my mom and I moved after my parents divorce‚ we lived in a primarily black community. Over the next six years of my life‚ I did not only expand my knowledge‚ but I learned how to accept and embrace others whom were different than myself. When I was
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Life is an interesting journey full of unforeseen situations that can alter our initial plans. During my years in high school my parents always reminded me of the importance of aspiring to be the best I could be and‚ as a result‚ I would be able to accomplish anything. I took their words to heart. I studied hard‚ performed extremely well and finished with a 3.5 GPA and in the top 25 percent of my high school class. I was the recipient of many scholarships and awards and was part of many extracurricular
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he smile and said thank you for accepting my invitation. I brought you here to show you how much I appreciate you for working the extra hours and allow me to get paid for it. Few people would work another’s shifts and gave them the hours. That was the only way he could go through his training and still keep his pay. I had not minded doing that for him. While we sat in the restaurant he thanked me repeatedly for helping him. Then he told me about his life. He came to New York
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from my mother’s grasp‚ I charged. With arms flailing and chubby legs fluttering beneath me‚ I was the ferocious two year old rampaging through Costco on a Saturday morning. My mother’s eyes widened in horror as I jettisoned my churro; the cinnamonsugar rocket gracefully sliced its way through the air while I continued my spree. I sprinted through the aisles‚ looking up in awe at the massive bulk products that towered over me. Overcome with wonder‚ I wanted to touch and taste‚ to stick my head
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glacier treks and overnighters at least. As a hobby or extracurricular activity‚ it’s probably my biggest passion. So much that I found that writing of them is like having the opportunity to do each one over again. Once upon a time I set forth a book project‚ a story telling‚ you might say‚ of all my treks including the ascent of five mountains. However‚ I lacked the confidence of presenting a way to share my stories of me being the key subject. Eventually the project lost steam and fell to the wayside
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harmonies‚ timbre‚ and texture‚ a whole new realm is unraveled. The extraordinary feeling of unwinding and renewing your mind by listening to the flow of music is inexpressible. Nothing compares. My sophomore year I was given a choice: Either continue in the solo classical piano I had played my whole life‚ or join jazz band and put effort into learning a new style of music. I chose jazz. The comping‚ sight-reading‚ and working with a group of people made jazz crazily different from classical. I loved
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Well‚ in my case‚ band has been the one thing I would look forward doing since I first witnessed my sister pick up her own flute and play her first tune. Band‚ in middle school‚ was a hobby that I truly treasured because it wasn’t your typical core class. This class‚ notably‚ enhanced the need to utilize my analytical skills‚ engage my mind‚ and run free with my covert musical self. After graduating middle school‚ starting marching band over the summer before my freshman year was my cloud of bewilderment
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introduced me to new hobbies‚ activities and just how to appreciate life in general. Let’s start off in my early childhood. Growing up I had the biggest dreams like becoming an astronaut. As I kept older I looked into more realistic things like becoming a vet and or a nurse. I looked up to my parents and their jobs so I wanted to be just as accomplished as they are. They worked‚ and still do work‚ at Boeing. They work as a team; my mom buys the plane parts
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forever. I knew that my grandpa was about 84 years old‚ he was getting older. All he had was my Aunt Vickie to take care of him because he was all by himself before he moved into his nursing home. I didn’t know that in late June was the last time I would see him
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Tampa Bay Florida according to my Mom and my birth certificate. I guess you could say that’s how it all started. I also asked my mom “what time was I born”? She said that I was born on November 12‚ 1997‚ at 3:45 P.M. I then found out that I was supposed to be born on November 22nd‚ 1997 so I was born 10 days early. (Sternal‚ Anna.) After looking at my birth certificate I found out I was actually born at 1:48 P.M. (birth certificate no. 109-97-170907) I then asked my mom about the contradiction‚ hoping
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