Myself “I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.” I find common ground when reading this quote from Henry David Thoreau. As quoted by many, solitude is bliss. Stepping out of the hustle and bustle of the world to be by oneself for moments in time are quite beneficial. When people are alone, there is more flexibility for relaxation and freeing of the mind. Throughout high school, I was quite a socialite. Through my student leadership class and holding class offices, I would be put in charge of planning school events such as community service projects, dances, pep rallies, and so much more. A part of planning huge events, of course, is having to work cooperatively with several other people. However, working with so many people also brings out the sad truth that you cannot always satisfy everyone’s expectations, and you may also get frustrated with not getting what you hoped for yourself. Situations like those taught me to do things by myself to get a higher chance of getting the results I wanted. In other words, “if you want something done right, do it yourself.” As far back as I can remember, I was always trying to do things by myself. In second grade, when all my other classmates would admit to getting help from their parents on an art project, I would proudly say that I did mine by myself. In eighth grade, when my science teacher assigned a group project on planets, I researched the information, made a brochure, built a model of Saturn, and prepared a Powerpoint presentation all by myself. All that I asked of my two other partners was to buy lollipops to pass out to the class after our presentation. In my freshman year of high school, because I had too much free time, I occupied myself by learning how to use HTML codes for web designing and how to graphic design. My school and small organizations would ask me to create artwork for them. By junior and senior year, I was so busy that finishing homework was a hassle. People around me would offer one another to have a look at their assignments to copy, but I would just act interested to not offend a person’s offer for help. In reality, I just went home and did the work myself. I am a strict enforcer of doing things yourself to ensure that the results are to your liking. Why am I like this? I just like to work alone. There are many reasons behind the method to my madness. When working with other people, it is never 100% certain that each person will hold up their end of the stick. In the past, I was the person giving my 110% effort, only to realize that those around me are just fulfilling their bare minimum. I was the friend who would open my closet to gal pals when they needed a last-minute outfit to wear to someone’s sixteenth birthday bash or a dinner date with a new boy. They would come at random times, dig through my things, grab what they needed, and go, leaving my room like it was hit by a tornado. The most disappointing part is when you ask to do the same, but the favor is not returned. I was the friend on-call. People would only call on me when they needed something. Experiences have led me to accept that you cannot depend on anyone but yourself. Sometimes I wonder why I have never been in a serious relationship. I never really date around or flirt. At one point, I thought I had really high standards and was looking for something only possible in those teenage love stories from the eighties. Here are my friends, one moment gushing to me about the flowers their significant other would leave on their doorstep to crying to me because of a sudden breakup or an overdramatic fight over something probably insignificant. The emotional fluctuations are irritating. Many girls my age prattle about how they wish they had a guy, but I go on about my goals and dreams. I keep…
work part time managing food service restaurants and attend school full time its very hard but I wouldn’t change it for the world. My journey to GPC and my academic and career goals drive me everyday. And receiving this scholarship would really help me to achieve my goals.
My journey to GPC is a very interesting story, because I’m a nontraditional student and I stopped attending high school in 2006 when I was in the 11th grade. Leaving school was the worst mistake of my life, and I didn’t receive my…
in the class and I wasn’t the student of the year either. As I progressed through school, things didn’t quite get any better for me; I started failing and getting into all sorts of trouble. So my parents decided to pull out of my school placing me else where for a fresh start. The new school was a drastic change, and my intentions for school changed in the blink on an eye.
During the same time as school I was involved in basketball, which made me grow as a person. Basketball thought…
this mean to me? This meant going new school without the knowledge of whether I would find my niche in that school. To me, transferring to a new school was one of the most intimidating events that I have ever faced. Through these experiences, I have often felt secluded and out of place; however these events have molded me into the affable person that I am today.
Second grade marked the beginning of my long and arduous journey. I went to Castaic Elementary School for Kindergarten and the first grade…
To whom it my concern,
Hello my name is Omari Martin; as far back as I can remember I have wanted to attend Detroit Renaissance High School. Since learning what is required to become a student at Detroit Renaissance High School I have worked hard to maintain the required grade point average as well as citizenship requirements.
I currently attend David Ellis academy west, for my 7th grade year I attended David Ellis academy east. During my 7th Grade year I achieved merit scholar…
life throws at me.
Before coming to Lincoln Charter School life for me was just “chill.” I didn't have to put a lot of effort into what I was doing. When I went to Lincolnton High School I played sports, and made good grades. My uncle, which is my coach and the bishop of my church, saw more in me. When he had received the basketball coaching job here at Lincoln Charter I was really surprised because at the time he was coaching at his old high school which was East Lincoln. We had joked around a few…
means leaving a school or group for practical reasons, necessities, or disillusionment with the system from which the individual in question leaves.
Most commonly, dropping out refers to a student quitting school before he or she graduates or avoiding entering a university or college. It cannot always be ascertained that a student has dropped out, as he or she may stop attending without terminating enrollment. It is estimated 1.2 million students annually drop out of high school in the United States…
As the summer ends, and the night before your big day begins you get worried. You ge very happy but very nervous at the same time. For the first day of high school , you want everything to go perfectly. I remember laying out my outfit on the floor thinking about how good I was going to look on my first day.
The classes i’ve taken throughout high school were not all that challenging. I never applied myself to doing to my work all the time, I would get lazy a lot. I remember my first…
College Application Essay
If the University of Pittsburgh could only accept one student during this application period, it should be me. I have firm self-confidence and I truly believe in myself as a person. Despite my imperfections and insecurities, I see myself to be a very pure and tenacious human being. I am hungry for success and am willing to achieve success by any means possible. Nobody is perfect and everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, however I believe that me as a person make…
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Freshman year, I walked into school with my heart racing. It was my first day of high school, and I was as nervous as every other incoming freshmen. My only knowledge of high school up until that point was the horror stories I had been told by alumni. I envisioned walking down the hall and being stuffed into a locker or thrown into a garbage can or robbed of my lunch money, much like in the movies. Needless to say I was petrified.
These ideas dissolved quickly after I spent a few weeks at L-S. I…