Adulthood, in my mind, is not in rooted in age or some trivial event that marks some occasion, graduation or something of the like. It is the acceptance of responsibility of oneself and people who depend on you. To me, the event that transforms one into adult is taking a long walk off a short pier of life; being thrust into life of altruism and responsibility; moving into transcendence from the common self-centered ideals of children...
Reading used to be a simple leisure activity that I took for granted. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon articles about banned books on the Internet that I realized some people actually want to take away the pleasure and freedom of reading. Even a writer for the Wall Street Journal has claimed that young adult books such as Go Ask Alice are too dark and pessimistic for teenagers to tolerate...
Without a doubt, the most defining experience of my life so far has been my participation in regional, national, and international yoga championships. Despite growing up with parents who practiced and taught, I never took much interest in yoga growing up. I practiced, but never with any enthusiasm...
For as long as I can remember, I have loved learning. My entire childhood included some form of independent, in-depth study completely unrelated to school. While most of my classmates dreaded research papers, I embraced them. I would research relentlessly until my curiosity was satiated...
Two years ago she was tending a soup kitchen in the closest city to her proper, nicely manicured suburb, trying to figure out who was more lost in this abyss of a world, the homeless man she was serving or herself. He gave a gapped grin, thanked her for her actions, and then paused, "Your eyes, they're a beautiful shade of blue," he said in a melodious tone. Blue was the plastic bag that held all he owned, reiterating to her there is more to life than the things you can purchase...
My entire world was crushed the day I received a B in Advanced Algebra. Up until the end of the first semester of my sophomore year, I went through classes smoothly, never receiving a grade or report less than perfect. When I got my report card saying I was .1 percent under an A, I nearly fainted...
An East Indian child bride at the age of nine, my great-grandmother grew up in the rural Caribbean. My other great-grandmother ran her family's general store in Covington, Georgia. The two sides of my family could not be more different...
The Annenberg School for Communication at Penn seems to be the perfect place for me to explore my keen interest in journalism and it's applications through social media. In our changing world, print journalism is growing obsolete while online journalism is growing powerful. The internet not only allows the large-scale and high-speed spread of information, but also provides a useful tool in the collaboration of the masses...
You wouldn’t believe it—it turns out Shangri-La is just off the McBean Parkway exit on the I-5, near Valencia, California.
The California State Summer School for the Arts, known as “CSSSA” (pronounced see-suh), is admittedly a strange place to find paradise. Temperatures can top 100°, and the CalArts campus, where the program is held, was originally designed to be converted into a hospital if the school failed, resulting in a maze of eerie, fluorescent-lit corridors. So—why there?..
Throughout my high school career I have had many opportunities to do much more than being a student which have molded me into a leader. Since I have been engaged in various clubs that have helped me to learn step by step how to be a leader and participate more. But it all involved me to be part of extracurricular activities...