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 myself so
lost my own voice, I had lost myself
It felt as though I had spent half my lifetime straightening out constant mess, misunderstandings, hurt feelings, damaged egos, and when I was not being treated fairly I was afraid too afraid to speak up. My lust for recognition and approval brought destruction upon myself. I didn’t understand that I had options at my disposal but I couldn’t pick anything up with my hands so filled with unnecessary baggage....Yeah I lost myself somewhere.
I held onto the familiar…
My name is Trevor Higgins. Though Higgins may now sound like an English surname, its origins go back to 6th century Ireland, and a half-mythical figure of Uiginn, or Niall of Tara, who is believed to have been a Viking.
I was born 30 years ago, on May 20th in 1983, on the south side of Boston, Massachusetts. Naturally, I can’t remember almost anything that had happened during the first two or three years of my life, so I had to interview my numerous relatives to know more about those times. My…
Growing up, I did not know who or what I wanted to be as a person. I was always in a rush to find myself. It wasn’t until my sophomore year in high school that I was starting to evolve as a person. It wasn’t my best year in high school, but it helped me become more independent, organized and also helped me figure out which career path I wanted to take. Having this happen at such a young age, I was determined to accomplish the goals I had set and work hard for the career I wanted…
Hello! I would like to introduce myself to you. My name is Abdulrahman Al-Mutairi. I am from Kuwait. I am one of seven brothers and sisters and I was born in small town near Gulf Sea called Alahmadi where I completed my school. After that I have had my bachelor degree in Kuwait Capital City for four years in Respiratory Care Services then my first master degree from King Faisal University in Saudi Arabia in the same filed. From 2002 to 2010 I was working in patient…
“Song of Myself” is an extraordinary piece of literature constructed and written by Walt Whitman. This poem is one of his most famous and influential works and consists of 52 sections. When the poem was first written, it did not have sections. Whitman later went and revised the poem, taking out and adding in different items and the poem was then divided into sections. “Song of Myself” is a poem that has a variety of personas and settings. It also has a great deal of themes, time periods, and \the…
I recently saw a cartoon image of a nurse looking a few pages into an enormous book titled All the Things You Didn’t Learn in Nursing School Vol. 1. I indeed chuckled and absolutely related to the image. It is probably a combination of becoming an adult, graduating from school and starting a career as well as being a nurse that has caused me to learn so much in the last three years. As I have grown older I have really begun to appreciate education and understand its importance. I…
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A project, mainly to sell myself to Kapi’olani Community College, that will help set me into college by meeting the requirements. Also, I’ve…
In my first year of high school, I was felt striving and passionate. My friends and I had been enthusiastic to try different clubs and activities. One of my choices was robotics. The class seemed interesting and had caught my attention form the moment I had heard of it. But it required a lot of work by hand and passions.
The demonstration day which students represented the work they had done in each club. This was a very significant day for the entire school department. My…
of responsibility onto myself to ensure the fullest potential of health and welfare is being achieved by the ones around me which could be considered meaningful interaction. I have a lot of empathy for the feelings of the people around me and I also go the extra mile to make sure everyone is doing okay. I am sympathetic to the feeling of others, as well as sensitive of other people’s perception of me. This sensitivity to other’s opinions makes me more self-conscious of myself. I am influenced by whether…
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Spending time with my family and capturing those moments are the passions of my life carrying me to places like dreams do that help me discover who I am. Without these unique qualities, life has no purpose and my passions fade away.
The one thing life gives us that we will always be able to have in our lives is family-a blessing that people should…