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I sit on the edge of the rink, on top of the wall where the hockey benches are, looking out across the ice at the couples, the children, the parents. It’s getting colder not skating. A young girl, probably six or seven, skates by dressed in a warm fuzzy pink sweater holding her fathers hand.
The idea rushed through my mind and sent shivers down my spine. I had heard it thousands of times before, but this time was different.
After quickly falling asleep on Madeline's shoulder during the bus ride to La Jagua, we began our second full day of work.
How have your past circumstances and experiences (such as your upbringing, community, and/or activities) impacted who you are, your future goals, and your choice of major?
The light from outside shone through the windows and the echoes of soft music sounded in the room as I played my guitar. All my Sundays are alike; I have set them aside for me to relax, read and play. Saturday is my day of rest and relaxation.
Each day when I wake up, I am given choices. It has taken me 19 years to grasp the understanding of this simple concept. For years, I would make the decision to dwindle away precious time; but no longer will I continue this pattern.
We all learn in different ways. It is up to us to tweak the world to cater to our needs. That’s what smacked me in the face recently when I had one of those straight-from-a-movie near death experiences involving some rogue emboli.
Many people ask me, who am I, I’m a hardworking student who has a goal to accomplish. My goal is to become a doctor. I had this goal since I was a kid, even though I don’t remember why I wanted to become one.
What I’ve Been Up To Since I Left School by Rivers Cuomo
Dear University of Chicago,
I have learned a great many things from participating in varsity football. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at [high-school], I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges.
I grew up in Latvia. The stage of fairy tales. Where Sleeping Beauty lay and Snow White hid from the wicked witch. This enchanted setting sheltered me from the turmoil of my birthplace. Barely safe from the grip of communist Russia, Latvia was as uninviting as a Siberian winter.
In the South, where I grew up, pork is a vegetable. Actually, it’s used as a “seasoning,” but so commonly that it’s almost impossible to find salad without bacon, greens without fatback, white beans free of pinkish shreds of ham.
As a child, I never used to be comfortable expressing myself. While others would play together and make friends in a heartbeat, screaming and laughing playing catch or tag, I would hide in the sidelines, wishing I was invisible. I was afraid of other people.
I sat on a frayed brown chair in the dilapidated but cozy old room at school called the assembly hall. Before me was a semicircle of five sage men; I listened to them, fully engrossed and enraptured by the wisdom their wisdom.
E-V-I-L are the letters which label the black band that I wear on my left wrist. That's rights Evil- bad, mean, harsh- but look at the word again. Sideways, front wards, upside down and even backwards, that's right backwards L-I-V-E.
My friends and family have always known me as the “perfectionist.” To some this may seem like a bad trait, but I believe it makes me who I am. I am always up for a challenge, and dislike when things are too easy for me.
“Deeee – lah – rah,” I said as I was trying to help the substitute teacher pronounce my name. A process I have to go through almost every time I meet someone new.
He was one of the “CEOs” of his town. His salary was something to be envied of, for only a select number of salesmen could achieve such standards. He had all the aspects of a businessman. He was dedicated, tatctical, and a fortuitous.
I have always liked to scrutinize people. Posture, gait, gestures, facial expression - every detail is recorded with precision. Later, I replay the images and observe the idiosyncrasies that catch my interest. The individual fades; the details surface.
