My whole life I’ve played sports, whether it be basketball, baseball or football, and as a result I can attribute sports to the person who I am today. Sports made me into a fierce competitor, willing to be a leader when necessary. For another, it taught me that the quote “hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard” is true. Moreover sports taught me valuable lessons that are applicable to life. To begin with, being a competitor in sports is what usually separates the winners from the
Social Cognition- How people learn and think about themselves in the social world; more specifically, how people select, interpret, remember, and use social information to make judgements and decisions. One day, I was driving in the car, I saw an elderly man. His clothes was unclean and torn and he was not well groomed. I automatically made the assumption that he was homeless. Intrinsic Motivation- The desire to engage in an activity because we enjoy it or find it interesting, not because of external
Occasionally things will make it difficult to continue being the person we are as we work toward our goals. However, often after overcoming a struggle we find success. Last year I encountered all these scenarios and survived the hardest year of my life. I had to fall back on faith and stay steadfast in my passion to make it through. I experienced the hardest setback I ever faced following an accident in January of my Junior year. During the winter of 2014 I lost control flying down a ski slope
It all started my freshman year of high school. I was all set for the school year with lots of goals and good intentions. I worked hard and did all that was told by my guidance counselor to get through high school. Weeks past by I met with an old friend name Renae from Kindergarten and we became closer. As we got close I realized the major life change I was experiencing. My grades were dropping, I skipped classes, and started to come home late. I always got bad vibes around Renae but I tend to ignore
I never truly took to heart that everything can change in the blink of an eye. Some changes may be gradual, but my transition to adulthood was anything but. An existing phenomenon called hell week, when a series of events or activities result in an extraordinarily rough week, perfectly fits what the first week of September of 2014 was. My life took one drastic turn and I WAS NOT READY. AT. ALL. My mother decided to visit a doctor for the first time in over 5 years, and all signs pointed towards
A family of five went on a vacation to California. They planned it for months and eventually saved enough money to go there. The family lived across the country so they had to take a plane. Jack , the youngest son, wanted to take a car instead of the plane because he was afraid of heights and didn't want to go that high. Jamie, the only daughter but still older than jack, and Jim told Jack that he better change his mind quick or he is going to be in trouble. After continuous arguing about the
As I took my first steps in life, I ended up trapped in a storm. On October 26th, 1997, I was brought into this world on a serene island that embodies all that is paradise: the unfamiliar island of Roatán 80 miles off the coast of mainland Honduras. The next year, on the very same day, I survived the turbulent storm recognized as the deadliest storm in the Atlantic. We never came home; there was nothing to come home to. My 19-year-old mother relinquished her promises to that land in pursuit of my
I live softly. When I walk, my footsteps fall silently. When I speak, which is seldom, my voice gets lost in the blur of the world. When I fall in and out of bed day after day, my mind is exhausted; not from all I have said, but rather from all I have yet to say. I haven’t found anyone who has the patience to understand the galaxies inside me, or someone who believes my voice is worth being heard. Until then, as a small and brave first step in the adventure of a lifetime for a tiny and quiet girl
I come from a Hispanic descent, and was born and raised in Orange County. Spanish was my primary language. It was a strenuous pace in kindergarten as I tried to comprehend the English language, and communicate with my peers and educator. As a slow learner, I often received assistance from my educator. I remember at times wanting to go to the restroom, hesitant to ask my teacher, nevertheless, words slipped out “ Me go to bathroom?”. I was put into the English Learner’s program to improve my comprehension
If you were to peer from the outside and look into my life, at all of my progressing moments and experiences, you would see a broken home with fragments of pain and hurt left scattered about, but you would also see that none of those enormities would ever once reach me. The hurt and the pain could never transcend across the barrier that was built around me, because that barrier was constructed of the only entity capable of repelling such ache, and that was love and wholeness. This love and wholeness