I have been able to write a really good poem in my Preceptorial class. Being an engineering major and mostly math/science person, I thought poetry was way out of my league even though I am a decent writer. I thought poetry required too many creative writing skills that I did not possess but my professor highly commended the poem I wrote which I was proud of and surprised about.
I have also surprised myself in my math class. I took AP Calc in high school and I got a good grade in it but my grade did not reflect how much I struggled in that class.
My job during the summer is a lifeguard and there have been a few instances where I have needed to help people otherwise they would have been in serious trouble. One instance in particular is the first rescue I had when I had to save a grandmother and her granddaughter. Being a humble person myself, the praise that I got when I returned to shore and resumed my post made me uncomfortable. In the future I hope to be a doctor and hope to bring the traits and skills I learned not only from the profession, but about myself, when I enter into this field of work.
I'll answer this question in the easiest way possible for you guys to track my transformation:
- During the first week: constantly complained about how much homework professors gave me, how I did not have enough time to rest and hang out with friends.
In high school, I attended a boarding school in New Jersey, and during my senior year, I was a prefect in the dorm which houses all of the freshmen and most of the sophomore girls. Their ages ranged from 13-16. The prefects in this dorm do everything from offering help with homework to providing a shoulder to cry on to tucking them in at night to consoling them when they miss home. At times, especially during quiet times, we even have to be authoritative. We help with all of the woes which accompany being an underclass high school girl.