Sometimes I am a student, attentive and hardworking. I arrive to school forty-five minutes early every day to review the biology lesson from the previous day. In the front lobby, I wave hello to the secretary and proceed to my locker. I comfortably take a seat and retrieve my binder. “ATP, or adenosine triphosphate, is known as the molecular unit of currency,” I review. As the bell rings, I gather my possessions and proceed to AP Biology. Ms. Vogel stands at the podium and asks, “Why is ATP important to all living things?” I smile and eagerly raise my hand...
I entered college as a scared little freshmen. I had no idea what I wanted my time at UTC to be like. The first week of classes are known as "Syllabus Week" where teachers go over procedures and don't get into the learning portion just yet. It is also Rush Week. If you don't know what Rush Week is, it is where you sign up for fraternity recruitment and engage in different activities amongst the fraternities. I decided to persue Rush Week because it is a great way to meet people...
They ran the tests. They'd done everything they could, but none of them, not one of the five specialists that treated him could figure out how to cure him. They knew what ailed him, Pemphigus Vulgaris, an autoimmune disorder that was the cause of much of his suffering, but they weren't able to treat him for it..
With a large and active student body, Stanford offers the perfect atmosphere for me to augment my studies in International Relations through collaboration with my fellow classmates. During my four years at Stanford University I plan on joining the Stanford Association for International Development, the Society for International Affairs, and the Stanford Journal of International Relations...
Water pools in the yan (ink stone) as I slowly grind the ink stick, coloring the solution black. While my hands are occupied, I mentally wander from my current task. Flipping through the thoughts in my head, I pause and think of an ancient proverb my grandfather always told me; “art is a universal communicator”...
When a person asks me what my goals in life are, there is a list of things that I tell them. I say that I want to be able to be self-supportive, that I want a great job doing what I love, five dogs, a white picket fence, three kids and an amazing husband, a beautiful log house for vacation on Eastern Long Island, and of course: happiness. I will achieve these goals because I will not stop until I accomplish every single one of them...
I love enriching my mind and challenging myself, meeting new people, having fun, helping others, and doing the right thing. I love being the best that I can be. I strive to be the best and nothing makes me happier than to see other people doing the same, because in the end it is the constant challenge that makes a person become everything he can be...
Growing up in Detroit, I am surrounded by Black culture. When I was younger, I soaked it up greedily. I learned and learned about Black history until my head was teeming with knowledge. I sang what I considered my personal anthem, “Lift Every Voice and Sing”, with absolute delight. I built up pride for my people that no one could take away from me. I was proud to be from Detroit, to have come this far and to be this immersed in this way of life...
My community is home for those who don’t fit in because of their religion, sexuality or faith. When society is unrelenting in disdain for those who don’t fit the expectations of what life is supposed to be like, we are here. We believe that everyone is equal and free, regardless of what defines them. This community allows me to find hope in humanity...
One of my greatest passions is reading science fiction novels. I practically live in the library, checking out book after book. From books about the infinity of space to books about genetics or biology, I love them all. Science fiction is a never-ending adventure that paves the way that I view the world. It challenges me to defy reality...
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