My Experience In My Life

On June 6th (this is our friendiversary), we met at Bob Evans. Before this meeting, I was extremely nervous because I did not know what to expect. I remember the meeting being a lot of information that I would not understand until I started my career the following August. Our meeting at Bob Evans lasted four hours and there was still more that need to be talked about. At the end of our meeting, she handed over textbooks and the NGSS guide so that I could become familiar with the new standards. We agreed to meet up again once we received our school keys for the year.

I was surprised to learn that we had in fact more in common than I had through before hand. She had been unsure of her path after college like I have been during her senior year. She did not really know what type of program she wanted to get into until after Christmas break. Hearing such was

The college I chose for my visit is Arizona State University. When I first walked in with my dad, we were greeted by the tour guides and given folders. The folders had pages of information about ASU and the students that go there. There was an information session before the tour, so we took our seats in the lecture hall. An ASU graduate named Nyesha was the speaker at the informations session. She graduated in 2013 and now works as a tour guide. She gave us some information about the atmosphere of the school, like small class sizes, which I liked. After Nyesha Spoke, a student named Mia came into the room to tell us about her experience at ASU. She just finished her freshman year there, and she is studying microbiology. She is also apart

Sadie and I started talking at the beginning of this year. Up to this point I had never really knew her or talked to her. Sadie’s brother was in my class so only knew of her. She seemed to have everything I was looking for. She was beautiful, funny, smart (which defies the stereotype of unintelligent blondes), and overall she was just a great person. I had never talked to anyone like this girl. Based upon the model relational escalation, developed by Mark Knapp and Anita Vangelisti, we had made it to stage 3: The Exploration Stage. We

“what major did you choose?” which is was a big silence since I didn’t say anything after that and she was trying to remember what major did she choose 4 years ago, then she answered with a serious but confused tone like she’s still trying to remember, “Um…Hmm… oh I wanted to become a social worker.” I was confused on the major she had picked since I didn’t know what is a social worker was and what they do so I asked her what is was? Which then I was able to learn that her degree is to help arrange adoptions, locate foster families, or to work to get families back together. Then I skipped further questions on her major and asked “how was college to you? Like the experience?” then she responds without hesitation “ It was a good experience because I got to study the thing I was interested in and

Everyday for several months was spent at one nursing home or another in which she and I would drink coffee, eat cheeseburgers, watch Reba, and plan out how "Jennifer's" dorm was going to be decorated and what university "she" would go to.

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

The other day, I was feeling extremely upset and stressed about graduate school and where I should consider going and what I needed to do to get there. All of these thoughts and worries were really starting to weigh me down. So, I decided to go visit someone very close to me to talk about what I was feeling, in hopes that maybe they could help calm me down. For the sake of confidentiality, all names have been changed. I went to Jennifer and began to tell her about all of the stress I had been feeling due to graduate school, and I told her about some of the big decisions I have to make in the near future. As I was talking to her, she was very attentive to what I was saying. She showed great attending skills by keeping eye contact, nodding her

She sounded just as excited and anticipated as I did about my journey to college. As graduation began to approach I got more anxious to the point where I and started packing for move in even though it was still 3 months away. But on graduation day, that’s when reality started to set in on me. As once I sat

I finally decided on my words and proceed to hand her the money for the bus ride. Immediately she thanks me with extreme gratitude and tells me where she’s going and how she ended up in this situation. I told her that out of everyone here I got a special sense of truth and goodness from her which led me to give her a helping hand. It was clear that she was happy and a sense of joy came over her. I asked if I had any way to contact her to see how she’s doing months from now and she quickly gave me a email address to contact.

We brought out the best in each other, and it was clear that there was an immense amount of love. From the beginning, Sarah recognized that I had a shy and submissive personality. The first time she called me out on it was at recess in the third grade when she claimed that Oreos were her favorite cookie. Instinctually, I agreed, but she responded with "do you actually like them or are you just saying that because I did?" I was shocked; I didn't realize how natural it was for me to agree with everything. Over the next few months, I slowly became more self-aware and was fed up with being a follower. I decided from then on that I would formulate my own opinions and make decisions for myself. Sarah always encouraged me to be independent, and her message stayed with me. Perhaps it didn't guide me through everything in life, but initially, it helped me branch out, and try new

I started out the discussion by explaining again the reason for this conversation and the intent behind it, to understand her perspective better and gain

“Experience is not what happens to you; it is what you do with what happens to you”. That is what my dad was saying in the big screen in front of me, quoting Aldous Huxley, next to my mom, both smiling widely and a bit dewy-eyed. It was a video they recorded unbeknownst to me that was being shown at the Jenkins Foundation scholarship awards ceremony; a night that will last in my memory for the rest of my life. An acknowledgment that came almost as unexpected as the realization that I would study in one of the best universities in Mexico. And, at the same time, a recognition that seemed to be just an obvious next step, the natural consequence of all that I had done and worked for up to that moment.

During the Summer of ***** I made my way to training camp. The sweltering Summer air was unforgiving. It felt like a cloud of heat was just entrapping me wherever I went. I had to travel for what seemed like days to reach the training camp. The buses were infrequent and covered in filth. The insides of those buses were almost twenty degrees warmer than the outside. I literally fought people to be next to the windows because I was sure that if the bullets weren’t going to kill me, the heat exhaustion would. After what seems like years in that awful bus (Mule) I reached the training camp.

My life started like many American boy lives, easy childhood, fun adventures, and an affinity for cars. This charmed life was soon brought to a halt by the introduction to school. Previously the only social interactions were 30 minutes in the park or other gathering where my parents crossed paths with another couple with a child of similar age. This short meet and greet lead to some very weird situations, one that was most memorable encounters were with this 4-year-old, very thin girl at a library. At this particular library, there was a play structure where the parents could drop their kids so they could browse in peace. Having been dropped off, I was promptly greeted by a girl who said with a straight face, “I have a small ass which is good” which threw me off. Being 3 at the time made the situation even weirder. The other problem was at Three I was looking for the truths of the world so I accepted that a small ass was a good thing along with the other very suggestive things she said at 4-year-old. These truths stayed with me for a minimum of 3 years which includes my first year of school.