Prompt for university of Florida: We often hear the phrase "the good life." In fact, the University of Florida's common course required of all undergraduate students is titled "What is the Good Life?"
As a typical 6 year old I wanted to be a princess, living in a pink castle with a prince who rode a white horse .As a 10 year old I wanted to be a Victoria secret model who lived in a 10 story mansion with zac efron ( Ov course having a pool, bowling alley and a movie theater) . Now as a 15 year old, my perspective of the perfect life I wanted seemed to change. I no longer wanted to be a princess with a pink castle and being a Victoria secret model is the least of my worries.
I dream of waking up to the smell of fresh coffee mingling in the air of my 2 story house in salt lake. Steadily putting on my auburn coat and touching up my make up, ready for another day of work. "Let's go guys " I shout to my kids at the doorstep . We all rush to the car, knowing that we had a lot of traffic coming our way. I kiss my kids good bye and kept an eye on them while we drove away from kamehameha schools. The car got quiet and all I could hear was the breaks and engines of cars while we filled up all 3 lanes. I gaze at myself in the rear-view mirror while practicing lines, " Good morning Hawaii and welcome to KHON2 news " " The weather today is partly cloudy and there's a 60% chance of rain ". I giggled then turned into the parking lot of the building. I sit in my car for approximately 10 minutes , staring at the " KHON 2 NEWS " sign. I look back to my high school days. late night studying, room filled with homework and those nights where I would get absolutely no sleep. All this hard work and dedication led me into the right pathway of getting into college. I now think about my family,Being able to support them by putting dinner on the table every night and always teaching them how to make the right decisions. Having a good paying job , enough to pay all the bills and having spending money for my family. Thinking about how far I've made it and how all the hard work paid off. Rather then being a Victoria secret model or a princess this is the definition of the " good life ". I want to have an average life, something simple so Ov course being married to zac efron is out of the picture. Having a decent house, a family and having a job that I love to do.
At the end of our lives, we all want to feel that we lived the life we were born to live. Taking chances and risks will help us learn from our mistakes and shape us into better people, hopefully to also not make the same mistakes again. A life full of doing bad things will only leave us with a life full of regrets. Setting goals for yourself and never giving up can give you the " good life". The good life is going to be able to look back at all the hard work and accomplishments I did to build me into the strong and successful women I wish to be.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
word choice olympics
1.) Joe shrieked to his kids to stay in the house while going grocery shopping for dinner. He hurried to his car and thrusted the gas pedal. As he searched for cabbage , kalua pig, and rice for dinner he worried about is children so called his house phone to see if they would answer. * ring ring ring* " NO ANSWER " joe yelled nervously. Sprinting outside foodland to get to his car he saw his 3 children standing in the middle of the road. He fell to his knees while they ran to his arms saying " daddy we missed you, don't leave us at home by ourselves. "
2.) It was a chilly evening in zombie land, Sarah rushed to find dinner before the sun went down. She searched for 3 hours and ran miles that she couldn't even keep count of. The growl in her stomach was unbearable. " guess no dinner for me tonight, maybe better luck tomorrow " sarah sighed. Walking back to her cave she discerned that someone was following her. Sarah slowly turned, seeing a crowd of zombies following her. She hurried and grabbed her gun out of her pocket, hopefully making it out alive.
3.) " The competition will start in less than 30 minutes, GOOD LUCK!" the officials yelled. Emree and jocelyn sat nervously on the bleachers, patiently waiting for there names to be called. " Emree and jocelyn, you're up! " they took a deap breathe and wiped the sweat off there palms. Jocelyn served the ball, spiking it to the other side of the net. The other team missed the ball and let it strike the ground. " CONGRATULATIONS GIRLS, YOU WON!" the officials yelled estatically. The crowd went wild and the girls leaped from the ground.
2.) It was a chilly evening in zombie land, Sarah rushed to find dinner before the sun went down. She searched for 3 hours and ran miles that she couldn't even keep count of. The growl in her stomach was unbearable. " guess no dinner for me tonight, maybe better luck tomorrow " sarah sighed. Walking back to her cave she discerned that someone was following her. Sarah slowly turned, seeing a crowd of zombies following her. She hurried and grabbed her gun out of her pocket, hopefully making it out alive.
3.) " The competition will start in less than 30 minutes, GOOD LUCK!" the officials yelled. Emree and jocelyn sat nervously on the bleachers, patiently waiting for there names to be called. " Emree and jocelyn, you're up! " they took a deap breathe and wiped the sweat off there palms. Jocelyn served the ball, spiking it to the other side of the net. The other team missed the ball and let it strike the ground. " CONGRATULATIONS GIRLS, YOU WON!" the officials yelled estatically. The crowd went wild and the girls leaped from the ground.
4.) Kelly woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs mingling in the air. She walked to her calendar and striked out " May 30th: First day of 2nd grade". She quickly put on her uniform and sprinted outside. While driving to Salt lake Elementary, Kelly spilled chocolate milk all over her uniform. She kept it a secret until her mom noticed while walking into her classroom. " why didn't you tell me earlier?!" she shouted.
5.) Sarah silently walked down her stairs, expecting to see balloons and presents filling up the living room. " good morning sarah" her mom said. The living room looked ordinary, no balloons, no presents. " good morning mom" she sighed. " hurry up and get ready, you have school". sarah disappointingly walked back up and got ready. she couldn't focus at school, all she thought about was her family forgetting about her birthday. while completing her assignment her teacher shouted " Sarah go to the office you have paper to pick up ". She grabbed her books and quietly walked out while her teacher continued her lecture. She opened the door and saw a crowd of her friends and family shouting " surprise "
Sunday, September 7, 2014
College essay rough draft
Prompt for university of Florida: We often hear the phrase "the good life." In fact, the University of Florida's common course required of all undergraduate students is titled "What is the Good Life?"
If you were to ask random people " what is the good life " each person would give you a different answer. Everyone has there own perspective of what is important to make there life a good one and has total control to make this life possible. People see the " good life " as getting into there dream college , having a good job or even being able to wake up every day.
As a typical 6 year old I wanted to be a princess, living in a pink castle with a prince who rode a white horse .As a 10 year old I wanted to be a Victoria secret model who lived in a 10 story mansion with zac efron ( Ov course having a pool, bowling alley and a movie theater) . Now as a 15 year old, my perspective of the perfect life I wanted seemed to change. I no longer wanted to be a princess with a pink castle and being a Victoria secret model is the least of my worries.
I dream of waking up to the smell of fresh coffee mingling in the air of my 2 story house in salt lake. Steadily putting on my auburn coat and touching up my make up, ready for another day of work. "Let's go guys " I shout to my kids at the doorstep . We all rush to the car, knowing that we had a lot of traffic coming our way. I kiss my kids good bye and kept an eye on them while we drove away from kamehameha schools. The car got quiet and all I could hear was the breaks and engines of cars while we filled up all 3 lanes. I gaze at myself in the rear-view mirror while practicing lines, " Good morning Hawaii and welcome to KHON2 news " " The weather today is partly cloudy and there's a 60% chance of rain ". I giggled then turned into the parking lot of the building. I sit in my car for approximately 10 minutes , staring at the " KHON 2 NEWS " sign. I look back to my high school days. late night studying, room filled with homework and those nights where I would get absolutely no sleep. All this hard work and dedication led me into the right pathway of getting into college. I now think about my family,Being able to support them by putting dinner on the table every night and always teaching them how to make the right decisions. Having a good paying job , enough to pay all the bills and having spending money for my family. Thinking about how far I've made it and how all the hard work paid off.
At the end of our lives, we all want to feel that we lived the life we were born to live. Taking chances and risks will help us learn from our mistakes and shape us into better people, hopefully to also not make the same mistakes again. A life full of doing bad things will only leave us with a life full of regrets. Setting goals for yourself and never giving up can give you the " good life". The good life is going to be able to look back at all the hard work and accomplishments I did to build me into the strong and successful women I wish to be.
If you were to ask random people " what is the good life " each person would give you a different answer. Everyone has there own perspective of what is important to make there life a good one and has total control to make this life possible. People see the " good life " as getting into there dream college , having a good job or even being able to wake up every day.
As a typical 6 year old I wanted to be a princess, living in a pink castle with a prince who rode a white horse .As a 10 year old I wanted to be a Victoria secret model who lived in a 10 story mansion with zac efron ( Ov course having a pool, bowling alley and a movie theater) . Now as a 15 year old, my perspective of the perfect life I wanted seemed to change. I no longer wanted to be a princess with a pink castle and being a Victoria secret model is the least of my worries.
I dream of waking up to the smell of fresh coffee mingling in the air of my 2 story house in salt lake. Steadily putting on my auburn coat and touching up my make up, ready for another day of work. "Let's go guys " I shout to my kids at the doorstep . We all rush to the car, knowing that we had a lot of traffic coming our way. I kiss my kids good bye and kept an eye on them while we drove away from kamehameha schools. The car got quiet and all I could hear was the breaks and engines of cars while we filled up all 3 lanes. I gaze at myself in the rear-view mirror while practicing lines, " Good morning Hawaii and welcome to KHON2 news " " The weather today is partly cloudy and there's a 60% chance of rain ". I giggled then turned into the parking lot of the building. I sit in my car for approximately 10 minutes , staring at the " KHON 2 NEWS " sign. I look back to my high school days. late night studying, room filled with homework and those nights where I would get absolutely no sleep. All this hard work and dedication led me into the right pathway of getting into college. I now think about my family,Being able to support them by putting dinner on the table every night and always teaching them how to make the right decisions. Having a good paying job , enough to pay all the bills and having spending money for my family. Thinking about how far I've made it and how all the hard work paid off.
At the end of our lives, we all want to feel that we lived the life we were born to live. Taking chances and risks will help us learn from our mistakes and shape us into better people, hopefully to also not make the same mistakes again. A life full of doing bad things will only leave us with a life full of regrets. Setting goals for yourself and never giving up can give you the " good life". The good life is going to be able to look back at all the hard work and accomplishments I did to build me into the strong and successful women I wish to be.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
College prompts
1) University of Puget Sound:
- Descrive a place where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
2) Stanford University:
-Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
3.) University of Washington
Choose from either A or B:
A: Discuss how your family's experience or cultural history enriched you or presented you with opportunities or challenges in pursuing your educational goals.
B: Tell us a story from your life, describing an experience that either demonstrates your character or helped to shape it.
- Descrive a place where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
2) Stanford University:
-Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
3.) University of Washington
Choose from either A or B:
A: Discuss how your family's experience or cultural history enriched you or presented you with opportunities or challenges in pursuing your educational goals.
B: Tell us a story from your life, describing an experience that either demonstrates your character or helped to shape it.
Monday, August 25, 2014
coming of age final draft
" Kids, we need to talk " She said while me and my brother looked very curious.
" Are we in trouble again?" My brother asked.
Mom shook her head, we were relieved and waited for her to speak again.
"Mommy and daddy aren't going to be as close as we were before, we're going to get a divorce " she said while reaching for the tissues because her eyes were watering. With me being at the age of 7 and my brother being the age of 9 we truly did not know what was going on and were confused. Throughout the days, months and years things changed. The decision they made not only changed their life forever, but ours as well.
I now lived in two different houses with two different beds, different clothes and different rules.We no longer opened presents together on Christmas mornings, watched fireworks together on New Year's Eve and sat on a dinner table as a family to talk about how all our days went. The people I loved most were never in the same room together and the only time they talked was when they were arguing.
Rather then seeing my mom and dad everyday it went from seeing my dad on weekends and seeing my mom on the weekdays. I could tell my dad had a really hard time getting used to being independent. His laundry basket were always filled until they started to smell and the only time our new house looked decent was when he hired a maid to clean up after ourselves.This taught me how to wash my own clothes, cook dinner and clean my own room because I no longer wanted to count on my dad to do things for me, I wanted to do things for myself for once.He worked extra hours and only came home to tuck me and my brother into bed. On the other hand, my mom continued to cook dinner for us every night, washed all our clothes , cleaned up after everyone and tried to make everything seem like how they were before. She was always sad and faked smiles infront of me and my brother to pretend like everything was okay, but we knew nothing was and will never be the way they were before.
I blamed the separation of my parents on myself by thinking that if I got all A's , were a better person and asked for less, they might still be together. No matter how much my parents gave me the basic talk of how the divorce has nothing to do with me and my brother and how weve been and are amazing kids, I still didn't believe them.
A few years down the road, when I was 12 and my brother was 14 became more of an emotional phase for me. My father met my soon-to-be stepmom, Sheree. I didn't like it at all! I automatically hated her and thought it was weird to see my dad with another women besides my mom and basically having another mother. She was born from Maui so my dad booked a trip for me and my brother to meet her family. They were very welcoming and even though they knew that we weren't related they instantly made me and my brother feel like we were apart of the family. I was surprised because they weren't what I predicted them to be.They taught me new traditions that I never knew before and I got to sit with new family at the dinner table. My mom also remarried and and became just as happy as my dad were . Things eventually started to settle down and it felt great seeing my parents happy again.
This taught me how to become an independent person. When my mom and dad were still together they used to baby me and my brother by not giving us chores and letting them do all the work around the house. It was hard for my dad to come home after a long day of work to cook dinner for us and clean up around the house, So this lead me to do things on my own.You don't always have to depend on someone else in order to survive. I learned how life does not always go as planned by seeing my parents begin to not see eachother in the same way they did when they first met.I was very judgmental and saw everything in a negative way, When my dad told me about my stepmom I automatically felt that I hated her before I even met her. I was able to forgive my parents because I had a better understanding about what they were going through. I somewhat still feel in my heart that it was my fault, but I eventually learned as time moved on that I wasn't to blame. Life was becoming easier as I grew up and I learned not to judge the twists and turns that happened in my life. Being raised by divorced parents had made me a stronger person than I thought I was.
" Are we in trouble again?" My brother asked.
Mom shook her head, we were relieved and waited for her to speak again.
"Mommy and daddy aren't going to be as close as we were before, we're going to get a divorce " she said while reaching for the tissues because her eyes were watering. With me being at the age of 7 and my brother being the age of 9 we truly did not know what was going on and were confused. Throughout the days, months and years things changed. The decision they made not only changed their life forever, but ours as well.
I now lived in two different houses with two different beds, different clothes and different rules.We no longer opened presents together on Christmas mornings, watched fireworks together on New Year's Eve and sat on a dinner table as a family to talk about how all our days went. The people I loved most were never in the same room together and the only time they talked was when they were arguing.
Rather then seeing my mom and dad everyday it went from seeing my dad on weekends and seeing my mom on the weekdays. I could tell my dad had a really hard time getting used to being independent. His laundry basket were always filled until they started to smell and the only time our new house looked decent was when he hired a maid to clean up after ourselves.This taught me how to wash my own clothes, cook dinner and clean my own room because I no longer wanted to count on my dad to do things for me, I wanted to do things for myself for once.He worked extra hours and only came home to tuck me and my brother into bed. On the other hand, my mom continued to cook dinner for us every night, washed all our clothes , cleaned up after everyone and tried to make everything seem like how they were before. She was always sad and faked smiles infront of me and my brother to pretend like everything was okay, but we knew nothing was and will never be the way they were before.
I blamed the separation of my parents on myself by thinking that if I got all A's , were a better person and asked for less, they might still be together. No matter how much my parents gave me the basic talk of how the divorce has nothing to do with me and my brother and how weve been and are amazing kids, I still didn't believe them.
A few years down the road, when I was 12 and my brother was 14 became more of an emotional phase for me. My father met my soon-to-be stepmom, Sheree. I didn't like it at all! I automatically hated her and thought it was weird to see my dad with another women besides my mom and basically having another mother. She was born from Maui so my dad booked a trip for me and my brother to meet her family. They were very welcoming and even though they knew that we weren't related they instantly made me and my brother feel like we were apart of the family. I was surprised because they weren't what I predicted them to be.They taught me new traditions that I never knew before and I got to sit with new family at the dinner table. My mom also remarried and and became just as happy as my dad were . Things eventually started to settle down and it felt great seeing my parents happy again.
This taught me how to become an independent person. When my mom and dad were still together they used to baby me and my brother by not giving us chores and letting them do all the work around the house. It was hard for my dad to come home after a long day of work to cook dinner for us and clean up around the house, So this lead me to do things on my own.You don't always have to depend on someone else in order to survive. I learned how life does not always go as planned by seeing my parents begin to not see eachother in the same way they did when they first met.I was very judgmental and saw everything in a negative way, When my dad told me about my stepmom I automatically felt that I hated her before I even met her. I was able to forgive my parents because I had a better understanding about what they were going through. I somewhat still feel in my heart that it was my fault, but I eventually learned as time moved on that I wasn't to blame. Life was becoming easier as I grew up and I learned not to judge the twists and turns that happened in my life. Being raised by divorced parents had made me a stronger person than I thought I was.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
blog revision
I changed my blog by making it look a little more mature and organized for a fresh start of sophomore year. This time I uploaded a header, my header involved cheerleading which is something I love doing the most and pushes me to work my best by maintaining my grades In order to cheer and always giving my 100% to everything I do. The quote on my header was " Dreams don't work unless you do ", I feel like this quote is perfect for any situation such as school, cheerleading, etc. In order to reach you're dreams you have to work for it and not sit on you're butt expecting things to be handed to you. Rather then last year when my blog archive was really messy and confusing I organized it by months, this makes it more easy to find essays or assignments I did in the past.
Monday, August 18, 2014
coming of age rough draft
" Kids, we need to talk " She said while me and my brother looked very curious.
" Are we in trouble again?" My brother asked.
Mom shooked her head, we were relieved and waited for her to speak again.
"Mommy and daddy aren't going to be as close as we were before, we're going to get a divorce " she said while reaching for the tissues because her eyes were watering. With me being at the age of 7 and my brother being the age of 9 we truly did not know what was going on and were confused. Throughout the days, months and years things changed. The decision they made not only changed their life forever, but ours as well.
I now lived in two different houses with two different beds, different clothes and different rules. We no longer opened presents together on Christmas mornings, watched fireworks together on New Year's Eve and sat on a dinner table as a family to talk about how all our days went. The people I loved most were never in the same room together and the only time they talked was when they were arguing.
Rather then seeing my mom and dad everyday it went from seeing my dad on weekends and seeing my mom on the weekdays. I could tell my dad had a really hard time getting used to being independent. His laundry basket were always filled until they started to smell and the only time our new house looked decent was when he hired a maid to clean up after ourselves. He worked extra hours and only came home to tuck me and my brother into bed. On the other hand, my mom continued to cook dinner for us every night, washed all our clothes , cleaned up after everyone and tried to make everything seem like how they were before. She was always sad and faked smiles infront of me and my brother to pretend like everything was okay, but we knew nothing was and will never be the way they were before.
I blamed the separation of my parents on myself by thinking that if I got all A's , were a better person and asked for less, they might still be together. No matter how much my parents gave me the basic talk of how the divorce has nothing to do with me and my brother and how weve been and are amazing kids, I still didn't believe them.
A few years down the road, when I was 12 and my brother was 14 became more of an emotional phase for me. My father met my soon-to-be stepmom, Sheree. It seemed weird for me at first and I didn't like it , seeing my dad with another women besides my mom and basically having another mother. She was originally born from Maui so my dad booked a trip for me and my brother to meet her family. They were very welcoming and even though they knew that we weren't related they instantly made me and my brother feel like we were apart of the family. They taught me new traditions that I never knew before and I got to sit with new family at the dinner table. My mom also remarried and and became just as happy as my dad were . Things eventually started to settle down and it felt great seeing my parents happy again.
This taught me how to become an independent person, you don't always have to depend on someone else in order to survive. I learned how life does not always go as planned by seeing my parents begin to not see eachother in the same way they did when they first met. I was able to forgive my parents because I had a better understanding about what they were going through. I somewhat still feel in my heart that it was my fault, but I eventually learned as time moved on that I wasn't to blame. Life was becoming easier as I grew up and I learned not to judge the twists and turns that happened in my life. Being raised by divorced parents had made me a stronger person than I thought I was.
" Are we in trouble again?" My brother asked.
Mom shooked her head, we were relieved and waited for her to speak again.
"Mommy and daddy aren't going to be as close as we were before, we're going to get a divorce " she said while reaching for the tissues because her eyes were watering. With me being at the age of 7 and my brother being the age of 9 we truly did not know what was going on and were confused. Throughout the days, months and years things changed. The decision they made not only changed their life forever, but ours as well.
I now lived in two different houses with two different beds, different clothes and different rules. We no longer opened presents together on Christmas mornings, watched fireworks together on New Year's Eve and sat on a dinner table as a family to talk about how all our days went. The people I loved most were never in the same room together and the only time they talked was when they were arguing.
Rather then seeing my mom and dad everyday it went from seeing my dad on weekends and seeing my mom on the weekdays. I could tell my dad had a really hard time getting used to being independent. His laundry basket were always filled until they started to smell and the only time our new house looked decent was when he hired a maid to clean up after ourselves. He worked extra hours and only came home to tuck me and my brother into bed. On the other hand, my mom continued to cook dinner for us every night, washed all our clothes , cleaned up after everyone and tried to make everything seem like how they were before. She was always sad and faked smiles infront of me and my brother to pretend like everything was okay, but we knew nothing was and will never be the way they were before.
I blamed the separation of my parents on myself by thinking that if I got all A's , were a better person and asked for less, they might still be together. No matter how much my parents gave me the basic talk of how the divorce has nothing to do with me and my brother and how weve been and are amazing kids, I still didn't believe them.
A few years down the road, when I was 12 and my brother was 14 became more of an emotional phase for me. My father met my soon-to-be stepmom, Sheree. It seemed weird for me at first and I didn't like it , seeing my dad with another women besides my mom and basically having another mother. She was originally born from Maui so my dad booked a trip for me and my brother to meet her family. They were very welcoming and even though they knew that we weren't related they instantly made me and my brother feel like we were apart of the family. They taught me new traditions that I never knew before and I got to sit with new family at the dinner table. My mom also remarried and and became just as happy as my dad were . Things eventually started to settle down and it felt great seeing my parents happy again.
This taught me how to become an independent person, you don't always have to depend on someone else in order to survive. I learned how life does not always go as planned by seeing my parents begin to not see eachother in the same way they did when they first met. I was able to forgive my parents because I had a better understanding about what they were going through. I somewhat still feel in my heart that it was my fault, but I eventually learned as time moved on that I wasn't to blame. Life was becoming easier as I grew up and I learned not to judge the twists and turns that happened in my life. Being raised by divorced parents had made me a stronger person than I thought I was.
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