Before coming to Harding I have admitted to GDUFS University in China. In one way that is the first time I experience the life in University. At High school , our teachers often tell us, if you enter college, everything will change, you will be liberated, there will be little homework, after class, you can do everything you want to do, and the teacher won't strict with you as us and you are free. I realized it is a truth after I take the one-semester course. Even though no one will care about me
As a young child growing up in the northern suburbs of Chicago, life was ordinary; until my mother was diagnosed with leukemia. My childhood is filled with vivid memories of my mother being near death and in isolation for 100 days after receiving a stem cell transplant. It took her nearly two years to recover and turned my family life upside down. This experience forced me to deal with circumstances beyond my control as a five-year-old. As a result of these complex situations and the dramatic change
Park. My girlfriend Rosie was 21 years old and she was also working at Tarza as an Administrative Assistant. We started dating in January of 1998 after our co-workers set us up on a date. Since then after work we would go out to one of the many bars in Tumon with our co-workers and party the night away. This was our daily routine since we had no kids or curfew to worry about. We were young adults working in the heart of Tumon which was the party capital of Guam. So on January 3rd of 2001, my life
In my life so far, I have met many situations, some bad and some good. There is some situation from I gained knowledgeable information and other not so positive experience. Though I believe, a human being can learn from both negative and positive experiences. This is my positive experience at a community center. Back in September through December 2016, I volunteered at a community center called Bhutanese Community in Harrisburg. An organization established to empower women, youth, and elderly people
animals as well. I have always shared my home with different kinds of beings, be it dogs, cats to monkeys, cows, birds etc. I come from a place called Nagpur, which is a developing city from Maharashtra, India. The surroundings have been very similar to a stereotype Indian scene people would imagine with cows on the streets, dogs and so on. From a very tender age I loved being in the house yard with my grandfather, always eager to explore. Since I am the only child to my parents, both of who are working
unsure of what kinds of people, customs, and activities I would encounter. Yet, since arriving in this historical city I have seen how diverse and interesting this unique city is. One of the first experiences I had when I arrived to Greece in September was when I went to Aristotle Square on a Saturday night. To my surprise, the area was filled with young, gregarious residents. At first, I thought there was a special event taking place in the square. Yet, when I asked one of the young men who was with his
Throughout my life I have been a member of many different academic, professional, and sports teams. However, some of my remarkably fond memories had occurred with only one of them, my High School Swim team. More specifically, the 400-freestyle relay team of my senior year. It was composed of myself, two other seniors, and a sophomore. We had a simple, straightforward goal, which was to land a competitive seed at the District Swim Meet. We knew we weren’t skilled enough to move on to the State Meet
smiling, laughing, playing. The next they are gone, although they could still be sitting right next to you. She was emotionless; confused. My own sister couldn’t look at me in the eyes anymore and say, “I’m fine.” She just didn’t have the strength. That May afternoon might have been the most difficult day of my life. Not because of a friend, or a teacher, or even my parents; But because of years of silence finally reaching a breaking point. I had just finished the school day. I was waiting for the Fine
squad leader, my life changed in an instant. Driving down the main route, within the Mata Khan district of Paktika province, during a routine mission with Afghan National Army troops, my thirty-ton mine-resistant vehicle struck a bomb that was comprised of 120 pounds of homemade explosives. The blast forced the vehicle ten feet into the air, physically splitting it in half. After being medically evacuated to a combat theater hospital in Bagram, Afghanistan, it was discovered that my injuries consisted
into the lesson was worth it. Sometimes I forget how much people actually appreciate what we do. In school (TAMUK), I would sometimes feel a little incompetent but today I realized that this is a learning experience and sometimes I have to believe that I am capable of doing anything if I give my best. After the lesson, the teacher told us we did a great job and Gaby and I felt so honored to hear that. Something I noticed during our lesson was that there were a couple of students missing. I remembered