I take a high level of pride in my last name because I was always taught it represented our family as a whole. Whenever someone says “Alex Keller” is not a good person, they are shaming my entire family and that isn't something I should bring upon us. On the contrast my mother, hailing from Detroit, taught me about standing up for what is right and having my voice heard. Many social issues such as racism or homophobia were never really a problem for me. I literally didn't even know things like that existed till I got to intermediate school.
Anthony Salari Mrs. Campbell English 101 21 September 2014 Charles and the Pop-Up Tent At eight years old, I knew almost nothing about homeless people, and cared even less. Scary and dangerous was probably the only thoughts I’d ever had on the subject of homelessness. Then one day an old man sat on the side of the road in the rain changed everything for me. Charles was his name, and he liked my dog. He didn’t complain about being wet, but he also happily accepted the bright orange pop-up tent that I pulled out of our camping supplies and delivered to his street corner.
When asked about their experiences, they would without hesitation confirm the rumors of their high-end life, analyzing their busy schedules, and the much money they seemingly had forfeited in order to make this trip home to their “beloved small town”. I was born, and grew up in this small town but never had it crossed my mind that I would one day leave the town for the big city of Nairobi, for any other reason other than a visit. Nanyuki, was the name of our town. People fondly referred to it as “small town” owing to the size of its beautiful streets lined up with well-manicured grass and a canopies of ever green trees. The best mornings were during the summer season when the town would be greeted by the dazzling rays of the sun, seemingly rising from the top of the snowcapped Mt.
Although he didn’t allow me to sit in his lap, I could go and talk to him about anything. He used to always tell me that he wanted more for me than what my father was capable of giving and that he didn’t want to see me grow up and take after my father. He encouraged me to study hard and make something out of my life. He used to say that he didn’t want any of his grandchildren living the hard life and that we were all destined for greatness. I then began to research my older sister and brother’s father’s family and found that their dad came from a long line of ministers and that they migrated to Mississippi from Illinois and settled on land that used to be owned by the Natchez Indians.
I have been abroad twice and have always thought this was the way to make a difference. When I was in High school I would do a lot of volunteer work in my community back home. I do not know why but since I been in college I had this thought that the help was needed abroad. Now, my thinking has changed once again. There is not a better feeling to be involved in your own community.
Nick Trevino Smith English – 1301 The Hill Towards the end of my sophomore year, my friend Joey and I wanted to have a new experience like none other. We wanted to travel on and reach the other side of Harry Man Road, and adventure through unexplored territory of hills while on our longboards. Never before had we attempted a feat like this because Harry Man was only a two-lane road and consisted of multiple winding curves. Being long boarders, our thirst of freedom needed to be met with spontaneity and unsuspecting thrills. This dangerous decision would not be the only one we made that day.
Eric Litterman Greg Winterhalter Capstone Paper Beginning my college education at SVC was not a difficult choice, but going off to college no where I had chosen was also a bit scary. The courses at SVC and the instructors made the transition from high school to college very easy for me. The Quest for Success class was at first a bit foreign to me as I had not taken a course like this ever before. But after the discussions began to take place and learning the history of our college soon became interesting to learn. The social interactions and cultural events showed me parts of our area I may not have known existed.
They wouldn’t let me go, they didn’t want me to leave but I had to. So I left and went with my dad and haven’t been back since. I still stay in touch with some people from there which is good. I miss them a lot though. I moved thinking Richmond would be horrible, but I actually love it.
I knew that wouldn’t be the case anymore because I now lived in Dayton. The first school that I attended in Dayton Ohio was Trotwood-Maddison High School. It looked like a big college from the outside witch was intimidating to me. On my first day of school, I was very nervous, because I didn’t know anyone. Walking the halls, not knowing where to go was very frustrating.
Running Head: MY GOALS Returning to School Aisha Martin Eng 121 English Composition I Instructor: Kamille Stanton May 14, 2012 My Goals I never thought I would have to tell anyone about my returning to school. I never thought I would have done it. I thought I would never get my degree. You will be reading about my returning to school and why I decided to return. I have always procrastinated about returning to school.