“The First Shot Fired” It all started when I went to my nephew’s birthday party at a gun club when I was 12. my nephew’s grandpa told me to bring my shotgun, so I did and when we got there he told us that he owned this gun club. After we were done eating and opening presents he told me “get your shotgun, we’re gonna see how good you are.” When I got my shotgun we went up on to the wobble stand he told me to say pull when i’m ready.…
My First Shot The air was empty but the pond was full. We sneak through the trees to get to the pond. We get there to realize that the gamble we took didn't pay off. Since we got there about thirty minutes before shoot time we waited. That was the slowest 30 minutes ever.…
Neither of my parents attended college nor finished high school but despite their lack of a proper education, they are brilliant in the way they taught me what school cannot teach. Raised on the old fashion beliefs of my parents, I have lived with traditional Mexican beliefs and costumes. My mother, not knowing a lick of English, has kept the same job for over twelve years, my father working long hours has shown me the necessity of…
As a child growing up in Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union, the idea of a vast planet brimming with civilization and culture was more like something out of a fairy tale than it was reality. So, when my father announced that we would be leaving the country to go to Scotland, the home of his and my ancestors, my world began to expand at a rapid pace. This trip could not have been timed more perfectly. The summer of 2007 marked the end of fourth grade, my first year at Saint Mary Academy Bay View.…
Coming to America was a terrifying and uncertain journey for my parents, who came to the United States as young adults. Despite the dangers, it was a risk that they were willing to take to ensure their family with a better future. As children, my siblings and I were told stories of what our parents had to endure while growing up in Mexico and what was required of them from a young age. Throughout the years, they taught us to aim for the impossible and not to settle for less than what we had the potential to accomplish. They constantly reminded us of the opportunities that we had being raised in the U.S. and taught us the value of working hard to dedicating ourselves achieve our goals.…
Iclesias Phanord Breaking the Norm I’m surrounded by bouncing basketball and expectations. I had not yet found my vocation. However, many people around me had; whether it was basketball, cheerleading, or track - they had found a purpose that drove them. I did not have anything that I was truly passionate about but when I began playing volleyball, I discovered it and I fell in love with the intensity that came when I touched a volleyball.…
Lets Make it A Hobby One of my hobbies is to break a norm. When I first heard about breaking a norm was in 2014, one of my friends mentioned it while we were talking about my major, psychology.…
Who am I? For some people the answer to this question is simple. They are able to answer this question without much thought. However, while some find solace and pride in answering this thought provoking question, it has always stirred in me a feeling of angst and confusion. These uncomfortable feelings emerged because of my interracial background and upbringing.…
What Was I Doing I woke up at eight o’clock in the morning like any other day. I got out of the bed and pulled open the curtains to see what a beautiful day it was outside. The sky was crystal blue; the sun was shining, with a slight breeze. I could not have asked for a more perfect day. I went to the kitchen poured a glass of orange juice; and made some bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast.…
What I learned about myself is that I have potential for being a global manager. Looking over the questions, I tend to lack in my experiences more than my actual skills. What I’ve learned is that I can adapt quick and connect with people easily, but I don’t have many experiences in it. To widen my range of experiences I would most likely have to travel more and emerge myself directly into new cultures. I would also have to study different languages a bit more for that is an area I very much lack in.…
Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it.…
APPLICANT ID #: Being raised as a young child by illegal immigrants, my parent stressed the importance of getting an education on a daily. I watched my parents struggled for years until they were able to get on their feet. My mother would work worked multiple low skilled jobs just to food on the table while my father learned the HVAC skills. They would also stress to me that they never want me to struggle has hard they had to in life. Their motto was “Education is the key to success in life”.…
At a younger age, I would say I believed that I can only trust myself and my mother, this is because as a little kid my mom would always tell me that there are bad people in the world and that giving them any information about anything can be very harmful. But as I grew up and realized what was actually happening in my country I knew there were millions of others that were suffering against the “bad people” and we could only do something about it if the whole community came together to help. It was at that time when I was about 25, when I started to put some effort into trying to establish more just conditions within my country especially after the implication of extremely high food prices. This is when I started my first strike involving my…
He is now gone for three months. I have not had many people in my life that I can share everything with. The time that I have had to spend with you just seems only a couple of days. Time goes by so fast when you're having fun right. I met you in the seventh grade at West Jr. High.…
Her voice is back. I thought it was gone. It’s back. I lay on my bed shoving pillows against my ears trying to get it to stop, but the voice isn’t something I can shut out because I know that it’s in my head. I hear her voice constantly telling me, “Come on, get up, get dressed, do something today,” but she does not understand how I feel.…