...My personal Michigan hero is a girl of only thirteen. She is just an average girl with an extraordinary attitude and personality. She's nice, funny,does so much,and makes any experience enjoyable. 8th grade camp is an experience I will never forget especially of a living memory with my Michigan hero. Kate Goodman and I got a cabin together and over the corse of five day we became close friends. Eating together,canoeing together,dancing, and overall fun. We have a strange friendship,she knows a lot about me and I know a lot about her, she knows me better than some of my long term friends. Another thing we did at camp was blobbing and I blobbed Kate and she went up so high. Kate and I went sailing for the first time and we didn't tip the boat...
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...My disability is not something I grew up with. It was something that surfaced, one day out of nowhere Junior year of high school and I had to learn to adapt my life accordingly. The night before, I stayed up late finishing my AP Chemistry lab and studying for the big AP English Language test the next day. By the time I was finished, it was already 2:30am, the latest in a long line of late nights. I decided if I went to sleep, then I could still get three hours, so I did. Upon morning, I woke up, ate my breakfast, and took my Vyvanse, my ADHD medicine, and Bam! I was awake and ready for school. Little did I know, days of little sleep, late night soccer practice, and studying was about to catch up to me. The first three periods were normal, German 4, AP English, AP Calculus, and lunch. Then it was time for my dad’s APUSH class. All was normal I said happy birthday to my friend and my dad began talking about the lesson. He handed out papers for homework that would be due the next day, I reached to put the handout in my backpack and…...
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...Ripping my pants and fracturing my hip were two of the most influential moments I’ve had as a young adult. As a freshman in high school, everyone is preoccupied with fitting in, making new friends, and passing their classes. Therefore, when something happens that is a considerably minor misstep in the eyes of others, it is perceived as your biggest mistake, and in that moment you believe you will never get past that occurrence. I believe that it is essential to find humor in such situations.. It was a normal day, and I was getting on a bus to go to another school district for a student government field trip. It was the first time I had gone to this specific leadership event, and I didn’t know what to expect. To my astonishment, they had a...
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...College Essay A I was raised on a ranch in Easterly, Texas that was twenty minutes away from what we considered town. The nearest nearest country store was accessed via a farm to market country road. My mother joined the US Army when I was four years old. The first eight years of my life I was raised with my grandparents and my seven aunts and uncles, surrounded by family and the quiet open country. I went to a small 2A school with tons of Lion pride. We learned how to fish and hunt and enjoy tractor rides at a very early age. Everyone knew their neighbors and we all went to the Friday night football games. My mother deployed to Iraq when I was five years old and continued on missions for the next four years. She was away...
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...Darkness is my all. I know nothing else. At times, flitting emotions pass by in an attempt to latch onto my psyche, but I brush them away. I still don't understand what they are, so they must be dangerous. When did I realize that? By reviewing past experiences and using them to form a rudementary defensive tactic, you have developed one point of intelligence. By thinking over past actions and questioning them, you have developed the soul skill; Curiosity. Oh...that's...something, I think? What are those...things? There was some kind of...other thing as well...it came along with the first things. By wondering about things beyond your graspecific and making a very...very tiny breakthrough, you have been awarded one point of wisdom. By acquiring...
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...The Story of My Search Ever since I found out that my grandpa, great grandma, and other relatives had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease, I've been curious of what it really is. I knew it wasn't good news, so I was kind of scared of what was happening, being so young. I thought of the few basic questions average people don't tend to know the answers to: How is Alzheimer's caused? What changes go through the brain with people who have it? Is it preventable? The only knowledge I really had about the disease was that you lose your memory to where you don't know familiar people's names, older people get it, and that it can be spread down from your parents or through your family. I was nervous for my parents, siblings, and I because it has ran down both sides of my family, so...
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...I sat on my bed, staring at my overstuffed duffel bags, wondering if I had packed enough belongings for the trip I was about to endure. “Well, if I am forgetting something, someone else is sure to have it”, I said to myself as I curled up between my many pillows and fuzzy blankets to settle down for a good night’s sleep. After waking up from a night filled with dreams of soaking up some sunshine on sandy beaches, I turned to my alarm clock to see what time it was. The blinking screen read 5:53 AM, June 3, 2017. So I rolled out of bed, and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. I was filled with excitement and nervous energy while I devoured a nutritious breakfast of blueberry oatmeal before proceeding to finish getting ready. “Abby! C’mon! We have to go or you’re gonna be late!” yelled my mother, who is a tall woman in her forties with short, flaxen hair and greenish-gray eyes. “I’m brushing my teeth! Be down in a minute!” I called...
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...I commited my first murder at the age of twelve. I had killed before but it was only animals to stop my craving for life. On December 15, 1993, however, I killed for the carnal sake of killing. Taking the life did not feel wrong. Not when she pleaded for her life. Not when my freshly sharpened knife entered her body. Not when I saw the life exit her body. You may feel appalled byme. It may not change your feelings, but let me explain I did not kill just any human being. I killed someone who deserved it. I have a code to both safely satisfy my needs and, in some sense, do some good. I must be prepared and never leave leave a trace that I was ever there, never kill an innocent, and only kill the ones who have escaped the justice system. The code was created to protect me from myself and my dark passenger. I think of myself as a hero, not someone with...
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...My interest in science dates back to my years in high school, where I excelled in Biology, Chemistry, and Math. I grew up in a small town named Sibu, where this small town was lack of medical equipment and facilities. I personally felt that it is not right that some people have access to the best doctors and treatment while others have no medical care. I've seen people around me suffering from chornic diseases and because of this, I felt really inspired to become a doctor; this had sprouted my passion for medicine at a very tender age. I thoroughly enjoyed studying the current Medicine course in Shanghai Jiao Tong University. I love reading Medicine books. To me, they were my storybooks. My intellectual curiosity ensures I stay well ahead of the syllabus. For example, I was recently intrigued by an article development in medical surgery. The surgeons decided that rather than amputate, they salvage the man's hand by surgically tucking it into a soft-tissue pouch in his belly after his organ was badly damaged in a traffic accident. I realized that one of the important aspect that need to be...
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...knows what speed bumps they will hit on their journey of life. You also never know who will jump out of nowhere and become one of the most important people of your life besides your family. For me this person came into my life at probably the best way possible. FFA brought many people in my life who will have a significant impact, but not many that will ever be able to leave my life. However it did bring a certain individual that made the most meaningful impact on my life so far. FFA brought Cody in my life and from the start I knew he would be around for a while. Cody’s’ impact on my life, or his Interdependency started our relationship stages off rather quickly. Interdependency, “is the quality that makes a relationship interpersonal, or the actions of one person have an impact on the other.”...
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...My name is Anjli Chhtwani. I am a Hindu and I live in Pakistan. I belong to a city in Interior Sindh called Nawabshah. I got my primary and secondary education there. My family is one of those families who were left in Pakistan after partition. In Pakistan 96% people are Muslims and hence it is a perception that people of minority communities might be suffering. As we all know that there is Hindu Muslim hatred and arguments ever since partition. But, what I want to share here is that I am a proud Pakistani and I have spent my life here with dignity and respect. I am not saying that I have never gone through any allegations or have suffered just because I was a Hindu. Of course there are all types of people everywhere. People used to question me as I have spent my entire life with...
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...years I have had him. Huntley, who is my whole family’s dog, is not specifically all my responsibility. However, because of my parents’ busy schedules, caring for him was primarily done by me. Everyday I would need to feed him breakfast and dinner, let him outside, take him on walks, etc. When he was a puppy, he required much more work such as cleaning up his accidents in the house as well as training him not to do it again. Now, although I don’t need to do those things anymore, he still requires a lot of effort to get under control. Because of Huntley, I am now more responsible with my belongings, others’ belongings, and finishing tasks, which is quite important. In addition,...
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...This is the story of my pregnancy. The night I found out I was pregnant I got a funny feeling in my stomach, and I wasn’t sure what was going on. I told my mom what was going on, but she was already suspecting I was pregnant and already had a test ready for me to take. I took the test and the results was positive. I cried because I was scared and in shock. I showed my mom and I called my boyfriend Damonte to tell him the news. He was in shock and scared of how his mom was going to react. My mom already agreed to tell his mom. The next day I went to the doctor and she confirmed the test was right. I was indeed pregnant, she said I needed an emergency ultrasound. So, she set that appointment up for the next morning. After my appointment my mom called my boyfriend’s mother to tell her the news because I was scared. I didn’t know how she was going to react. We found out that she already suspected as well and wanted to see me after we got back. So, when we got home my boyfriend’s mother Jendie came and got me from my house. I had previously texted my boyfriend when our moms were on the phone to let him know she wasn’t mad at all and he could relax a little bit. Everyone got their shock of the news and seemed happy that...
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...I sat straight up in my bed, my back soaked with sweat. This would be the third time this week i've had a nightmare. I ran a hand through my damp hair and slowly turned myself so my feet were touching the hardwood floors. I got up and stretched my arms, trying to loosen my very tight shoulder blades. I rolled my shoulders back and then opened my door to walk down the stairs. The rain was still beating against the rooftop like african drums. It calmed me down as I got to the end of the stairs. I went to the counter and start the coffee maker. While the coffee was brewing and sat on the couch thinking to myself. Wondering why I was having the same dream constantly over the past few weeks. It seemed ever since we moved to this crap town, my dreams have been getting worse and worse. There was something I couldn’t put my finger on. The beeping of the coffee maker brought me back to reality. I got up and pour myself a cup of joe. I added two packets of hot chocolate mix, just the way I like it. I sat on the couch drinking my...
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...Hairs My families hair is very diverse. Joe, my dad has very thick and curly hair..Nappy with the ability to be a afro. In the morning his hair will tell you which side of the bed he slept on. My sister sonya has blonde curly hair that resembles cavatappi noodles. She gets the curls from Joe. Bridgets hair is straight and brown. Pretty normal except the fact that she never needs to brush or straighten it, it makes her co-workers jealous. My hair is much different than everyone else's in my family. Mainly because I am not biologically related to anyone, but also that my hair was as red as a angry sunset. It flows like the high tide. Curly in some places like honey barbecue fritos. Papa Who Wakes Up Tired In The...
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