In first grade, I decided exactly what I was destined to be: the President of the United States. Being the list-maker that I am, I had all of the major steps planned by fourth grade. #1. Attend a prestigious college. …
I never thought I’d make it far enough in life to write a scholarship essay-let alone an essay that asks for my life’s story. It’s not that I ever thought I wouldn’t succeed in my life, I was born with …
Sweat did not accumulate in light droplets on our foreheads; it gathered in great pools, drenching our leotards. Although we never noticed it ourselves, everyone outside the studio could see that the air was dense with moisture and heat. All …
It’s not exactly a new question. To me, and I’m sure to many others as well, just getting away from it would be enough of a challenge. “Who do you want to be when you grow up?” teachers surveyed on …
The things my dad taught me were many. Things I saw, things I felt, things I heard, things I experienced outside of my senses. Things tangible, things abstract, things wonderful in their obviousness, things harder to tell apart than me …
My career goal is driven by my ambition to succeed in life. The Art Institute of Houston will help me achieve that goal, to become a better person and to be open-minded towards everybody’s opinions and style. In high School …
I can not help but smile at the thought of a world where wealth is not judged by numbers of paper rectangles and metal circles. This “currency” was lost in an abundance of human character, knowledge, and love. These are …
“I find the defendant not guilty!” Judge Gempeler exclaimed. It was the sun shining over the hill. I felt an urge of excitement overthrow my consciousness. There were a total of five of us involved. Three gave in and let …
It always looked so easy when my dad did it. He cutsmoothly, his shoulder leaning so close to the water that his body lookedparallel to the cool glass. I had been itching to be free of my yellow trainingskis and …
“Imagine a world in which there is no time. Only images.” — Alan Lightman (Einstein’s Dreams) A half-left turn to the piano and a solid mass of hands, flapping like the wings of a humming bird. Expectant eyes and faces …
Sitting alone in a crowded room at the age of twelve I smell charred meat wafting around me. I wonder why we always eat at the same place for all family gatherings; I guess because eating anywhere else is a …
The answer to the question of whether Hitler or Stalin was worse is never simple, taking into consideration not only pure numbers, but also the reasons behind the killing, the killing methods, the targets of the killing, and finally the …
Virtue, by definition, is moral excellence, goodness, and righteousness. Virtue pertains to the conformity of moral and ethical conduct in one’s life. Every person expresses virtue constantly in their day to day lives. Although the meaning of virtue seems simple …
Silence has many names. Silence: carefully crafted contemplation, rueful resignation, frost-bitten fears. A sunken soul of sorrow, traders of tomorrows, and those who recklessly believe they already know it all. At sixteen years old, why would the world be so …
Over the past six years my life has changed and the path I once thought I was on had seemed to take an alternate route. I had moved from a quiet and safe neighborhood to a neighborhood where violence plagued …
I stepped out of the gray colored elevator into the hall. In front of me stood a golden, oak-colored wall that said “Maternity”. Walking to my right, I pushed a calling bell that had a camera attached. When I informed …
A glass half full of water is sweating next to the couch. Its cool contents will not be refreshing a dry throat this miserable summer day. The house is in shambles, with pillows and sheets littering the stairwell. There is …
You stand at a window, hands and nose pressed against the glass. Though it’s cold outside, you don’t feel it; the heat inside is heavy and tangible, seeping through the walls and warming you from head to toe. Inside it …
The title of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou may intrigue its readers from the very beginning. When the title of the book is finally understood, the full meaning of the book can be grasped. The …
Throughout my life, soccer has always been a huge part of my existence. Starting at the age of four I began to fiddle around with a soccer ball and learn to love the sport for what it was.I had always …
“I’m not okay!” This song screams self doubt and lack of confidence, right? I laugh in pure amazement as my thoughts shifted gears and a hyperactive yet subtle sound tumbled out of my speakers. The electric guitar carried an untainted …
The sun’s warm rays send goose bumps through my body as I’m sitting on the once white bench, tapping my foot to the beat of my iPod. The song takes me back to my childhood. Back to when I was …
Wow! Life is so short. Who knew? People constantly told me this, I thought I knew what they meant. Yes, it is difficult to perceive and more than we can grasp but, that is the value of life. Truth is, …
Looking at this photo of myself four years ago, I can say that I am no longer that little shy kid always attached to his twin brother. Sure I’ve grown in size, but no matter how that change is measured, …
Popular culture can be defined in various ways. Depending on one’s definition, popular culture can encompass anything from forms of dance to movies on the big screen. Regardless of one’s definition, it is clear that media has a huge role …
When I was about 13 years old, I found myself on the living room floor of a family friend’s house enjoying a game of Chutes and Ladders with three delightful children. By the time we finished watching a movie while …
Inspiration for me comes to from everything that is happening around me. Not only do I believe dance is a sport, but an art. Dance is such a special art, it involves music, movement and you mind. The struggles I …
My biggest fear has always been being alone. The idea of not having any company and losing my loved ones has always been such a tough subject for me to talk about with anyone, including myself. There comes a point …
I asked my Dad once, “Who are all these people?” He smiled, “This is your family.” There wasn’t a time that I remember when my parents were together. Because of that, there was never awkwardness or confusion. It was just …
My father wouldn’t be considered your traditional good influence. As an able-bodied unemployed middle-aged man with substance abuse issues, he would not be regarded as inspiring by most people. We may not have the best relationship, but I can honestly …
“Just remember that when Charlie Brown was singing to ‘that cute little red headed girl’ it was you! You will be on stage very soon. Love from your friend, Charlie Brown.” These lines hang on a slightly crumpled note card …
Has someone ever said something mean to you or about you? Have you ever had a friend that turned against you? Well if that is true then you are not alone. I am one of those people that can say …