ChrisloveT
Oct 12, 2008
Undergraduate / CARE program essay. The palm of my hand sweats as he holds my hand. [4]
Can you please correct my errors and grammatical errors?
Can you please correct my errors and grammatical errors?
ChrisloveT
Oct 12, 2008
ChrisloveT
Oct 12, 2008
Undergraduate / CARE program essay. The palm of my hand sweats as he holds my hand. [4]
The palm of my hand sweats as he holds my hand. Anyone who was close by could hear the different beats my heart was creating at each pace. As we walked towards the unknown door, the rate increased. He turns the door knob, and I witness unfamiliar faces. The bright light practically blinds my sight, the fresh smell of crayons intoxicants me, and the box of animal cracker just made my stomach digest the vomit that was waiting to be released. I wipe my eyes with my other hand to take a better glance. The adrenaline was breath taking. Who would have thought that education can stimulate a 5year old? This is the same feeling I will like to experience when I participate in the CARE program. I will like to wake-up, motivated knowing that the CARE program will offer me with essential academic skills I'll need to complete my courses.
Along with this, I'll feel more comfortable in a classroom full of different sorts of personalities. The class will not be so boring but, alive with several qualities. It goes back to my 1st day of school at Larkdale Elementary. Kids from around the world filled Ms. Noodle's classroom. I was intimidated at first but later embraced the style they brought into the room. Being in a room with various characteristics makes the learning environment interesting. Which I know, this will happen if I am added into the Care program.
The other day I was reading about the CARE program on the internet and it read that the CARE program provides some benefits. One of the benefits read "...staff and upper class students will serve as counselors and guides during the summer." This caught my attention because I will want to be cared about not nursed around like a baby. I like knowing that someone will sit down, ask questions, and be concern about me. Reminds me when, Ms. Noodles sat down with me and taught me the alphabets while the other kids laughed. Ms. Noodles cared just like the CARE program will do the same. I remember that moment as if it was yesterday. And I will like to add the CARE program journey into this memory lane.
I regain all my senses as my Dad lets go of my hand. I shed a tear before he place a kiss on my forehead. I looked up and notice Ms Noodle's genuine smile. This was a new beginning an event I will never forget. I hope to experience this same feeling while I participate in the CARE program and I acquiring knowledge.
The palm of my hand sweats as he holds my hand. Anyone who was close by could hear the different beats my heart was creating at each pace. As we walked towards the unknown door, the rate increased. He turns the door knob, and I witness unfamiliar faces. The bright light practically blinds my sight, the fresh smell of crayons intoxicants me, and the box of animal cracker just made my stomach digest the vomit that was waiting to be released. I wipe my eyes with my other hand to take a better glance. The adrenaline was breath taking. Who would have thought that education can stimulate a 5year old? This is the same feeling I will like to experience when I participate in the CARE program. I will like to wake-up, motivated knowing that the CARE program will offer me with essential academic skills I'll need to complete my courses.
Along with this, I'll feel more comfortable in a classroom full of different sorts of personalities. The class will not be so boring but, alive with several qualities. It goes back to my 1st day of school at Larkdale Elementary. Kids from around the world filled Ms. Noodle's classroom. I was intimidated at first but later embraced the style they brought into the room. Being in a room with various characteristics makes the learning environment interesting. Which I know, this will happen if I am added into the Care program.
The other day I was reading about the CARE program on the internet and it read that the CARE program provides some benefits. One of the benefits read "...staff and upper class students will serve as counselors and guides during the summer." This caught my attention because I will want to be cared about not nursed around like a baby. I like knowing that someone will sit down, ask questions, and be concern about me. Reminds me when, Ms. Noodles sat down with me and taught me the alphabets while the other kids laughed. Ms. Noodles cared just like the CARE program will do the same. I remember that moment as if it was yesterday. And I will like to add the CARE program journey into this memory lane.
I regain all my senses as my Dad lets go of my hand. I shed a tear before he place a kiss on my forehead. I looked up and notice Ms Noodle's genuine smile. This was a new beginning an event I will never forget. I hope to experience this same feeling while I participate in the CARE program and I acquiring knowledge.
ChrisloveT
Oct 12, 2008
Undergraduate / Thank you Ms. Steward =) fsu essay [3]
A minute is left until the bell rings to dismiss the class. I lay my eyes on the paper, staring unsympathetically as it lies still defensively. My hands make an attempt to flip the paper around but my ego wouldn't let me. The bell rings, my hands comes out from my hoodie pockets, and flips the paper half way around to verify the grade. So disappointed in myself I wait till the room is empty and walk towards the door to leave. Before I step out, I turn to look at my teacher. "Mrs. Steward always wanted the best for me," I thought. She would remind me this every time after requesting me to stay 20miuntes after class. So she can help me with anything that I may need help with. But I always turned her down. My mentality on school was hurting me just the same way my grades were. The look on her face made me feel valuable so, I turned around, unwrinkled the test, and placed the test on her desk. A smile grew on her face addressing me to take a seat. I walked out of the classroom feeling optimistic, with Mrs. Steward's favorite quote stuck in my head.
After that long lecture with Mrs. Steward I've made the effort to obtain better grades. Every morning before I went to school, I made a special goal to accomplish. It would either be to study a certain page, research an article pertaining to what I've learned that day, or A a quiz/test. D's were turning into C's and B's. I did this alone releasing all the strength concealed from inside of me. This is where the value "Vires" is reflected in my life. It is the day I took my teacher's advice and implied a significant quote by Anatole France, "To accomplish great things we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe." I pin pointed my mistakes in school and corrected them. For example, I remember when I would be at my desk taking notes as my teacher teaches. Writing notes wouldn't make a difference unless I studied them and really understand the concepts. Studying helped, but believing in myself, having faith really motivated me to do my best. When I made A's and B's it only raised the bar high, enforcing me that anything below a "B" is unacceptable.
However, it was not easy achieving my goals, because Life is unpredictable. I had to jump over the struggles. And if life felt the need to barricade me from accomplishing any of my goals, I would lift my head higher than its original level. I acquired every little pain, changing pain into strength, the strength that has enabled me to become an intellectual.
To conclude, I have, accomplished great dreams, progressing in realities' pace. Looking back, I'm glad that I sat down to acknowledge valuable lessons from my Reading teacher; Mrs. Steward.
A minute is left until the bell rings to dismiss the class. I lay my eyes on the paper, staring unsympathetically as it lies still defensively. My hands make an attempt to flip the paper around but my ego wouldn't let me. The bell rings, my hands comes out from my hoodie pockets, and flips the paper half way around to verify the grade. So disappointed in myself I wait till the room is empty and walk towards the door to leave. Before I step out, I turn to look at my teacher. "Mrs. Steward always wanted the best for me," I thought. She would remind me this every time after requesting me to stay 20miuntes after class. So she can help me with anything that I may need help with. But I always turned her down. My mentality on school was hurting me just the same way my grades were. The look on her face made me feel valuable so, I turned around, unwrinkled the test, and placed the test on her desk. A smile grew on her face addressing me to take a seat. I walked out of the classroom feeling optimistic, with Mrs. Steward's favorite quote stuck in my head.
After that long lecture with Mrs. Steward I've made the effort to obtain better grades. Every morning before I went to school, I made a special goal to accomplish. It would either be to study a certain page, research an article pertaining to what I've learned that day, or A a quiz/test. D's were turning into C's and B's. I did this alone releasing all the strength concealed from inside of me. This is where the value "Vires" is reflected in my life. It is the day I took my teacher's advice and implied a significant quote by Anatole France, "To accomplish great things we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe." I pin pointed my mistakes in school and corrected them. For example, I remember when I would be at my desk taking notes as my teacher teaches. Writing notes wouldn't make a difference unless I studied them and really understand the concepts. Studying helped, but believing in myself, having faith really motivated me to do my best. When I made A's and B's it only raised the bar high, enforcing me that anything below a "B" is unacceptable.
However, it was not easy achieving my goals, because Life is unpredictable. I had to jump over the struggles. And if life felt the need to barricade me from accomplishing any of my goals, I would lift my head higher than its original level. I acquired every little pain, changing pain into strength, the strength that has enabled me to become an intellectual.
To conclude, I have, accomplished great dreams, progressing in realities' pace. Looking back, I'm glad that I sat down to acknowledge valuable lessons from my Reading teacher; Mrs. Steward.