My Community Service Taught Me About Leadership

641 words - 3 pages

In the past four years of my life, voluteer work has left an indelible mark on my heart and mind. When I became a voluteer, I had a very vague notion of leadership. As my high school days come to an end, I am left with the feeling that I have finally come into my own shoes, discovering the things that are important to me and those that are not. I have found my personal leadership style, and I now pay attention to the leaders I come across each day. For this reason, voluteering has been both an enlightening and inspiring experience, for I am surrounded by peers, mentors, and the voluteer program director, all of whom are leaders with creative visions of their own.

At the beginning of the school year, my voluteer project goal was to organize a program about emotional and verbal abuse that would be welcomed into area high schools. I wanted the program to include speakers who could share their personal experiences in emotionally destructive relationships in order for the message to really "hit home," and others who could share possible strategies for encouraging and supporting daughters, sisters, friends, and neighbors who are in emotionally abusive relationships. I chose this topic because I feel it meets a true community need; too many young people, girls in particular, are falling prey to abusive relationships. The effects are far-reaching, and the loss of self-esteen that so often occurs leaves invisible scars. I also feel that emotional abuse among young girls in dating realtionships is far too often ignored, and when it is recognized, many people do not know how to help the young girls deal with it in an effective manner.

My program, "The Wounds of Words," was held on the campus of area high schools. Three women spoke; one was a specialist on dating and domestic...

Find Another Essay On My Community Service Taught Me About Leadership

How the christian community made me realize my true beleifs through my Catholic Community.

1347 words - 5 pages My "True" BeliefsThe imposition of a new community brought forth my "true" feelings and beliefs. I was born and brought up in the Catholic community. My parents taught me strong morals and put me into all the religious classes held at whatever church we attended at the time. As I grew older I was finally beginning to realize what I truly believed in but it was still not clear. I was still searching for who I was and how I felt about my Religion

Race and My Community: Hispanic This essay is about the study of the race a belong to in my community and any discrimination that anyone like me may have.

1706 words - 7 pages My Community 1Race and My Community: HispanicSandra PerezAxia Collage University of PhoenixMy Community 2Race and My Community: HispanicI am Sandra J Perez born American and rise in Puerto Rico making me part of the Hispanic minority. We, Hispanic are the second large groups in the population in Kissimmee, FL. All troughs founding some information about my ethnic (Hispanic) minority have not been easy I was able to come across with some good

This essay was written about my grandfather, for the "Stories my Grandparents told me" essay contest.

716 words - 3 pages My grandfather is a schmuck. Yet to him, that insult is doubly offensive, because he is also anti-Semitic. He tried to stop my father, who was raised Catholic, from marrying my mother, who was raised Jewish. He recently divorced my grandmother, after 58 years of marriage. My grandfather has told me many stories, most of which were either exaggerations for the more boring ones or altogether facetious, but always mind-numbingly dull. In fact, I

This bookreport is about the little prince and how this book relates to my mom and me

1196 words - 5 pages eventually. I will either get a job or get married. And finally, I will take the same path as my mom which is to be a mother.The book has taught me so many things that want to share with people around me. I have written few of them in this paper, to share with my mom, but I think there are more things to think about in this book. I really want to recommend this book to my mom because I know now how important this book is to me and how important this book will be to my mom. The Little Prince is still my lifetime favorite book.

Sexuality, aggression and INTIMACY: the perfect orgasm. (see my website for info about me: )

11126 words - 45 pages her and without thinking, put his hand on her shoulder, in a gesture of apology. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I'm thinking about canceling my trip." Her response was immediate and firm. "Absolutely not. No way. You're going. These people have been waiting for you for more than two years." He took off his glasses, polished them, humming quietly. Then he replaced them, and sighed. "Okay. I'll go." She finished preparing his breakfast

oppinions on writing. this is a funny essay about lies my teacher told me about writing I got an A- on it.

542 words - 2 pages Lies my teacher told meAt some point during the lengthy, drug-induced coma that I sometimes refer to as "my high school years," I briefly regained consciousness and found myself eye-to-eye with what appeared to be a three-headed, English teaching dwarf. Before I could fall back into my customary stupor I realized that this evil shrieking dwarf would say anything to trick me into wasting what was left of my mind with books and reading and other

My Best Friend- A descriptive essay; this was an essay for my eng101 class. this is a very descriptive essay about my husband josh, and what he looks like and means to me

725 words - 3 pages Hauser 1 Karin Hauser James Cann Eng 101/5709 2/22/05 My best friend, a descriptive essay         When I first met Josh I wasn't overly impressed. I had walked into a Hooters restaurant to dine with friends, and sitting at the table that greeted me was Josh. I didn't notice his rugged good looks. I didn't pause to gaze down upon his broad shoulders, and thick chest. I hardly noticed the caramel color of his eyes, nor his nicely

This is a reaction paper i did for my speech class and the purpose was to inform someone about a time in my life that really affected me. there is no title for it. enjoy :D

664 words - 3 pages Broward Community College and recently received his acceptance letters from Berkley, NYU, and UF. That same day he called me and all I could hear was the excitement in his voice so of course I was happy for him. Then after all the laughing and screaming, his serious side started to show. I never really liked that part of him.During the conversation, he did all of the talking. I mostly listened. I really did not have that much to say to him about his

A Midsummer Night's Dream and Me. The essay on a midsummer night's dream is about my personal reaction toward the theme of unrequited love between several of the characters.

1302 words - 5 pages , is something that I can personally relate to. For this reason, I have chosen to write about the correlation between Helena's romantic debacles with Demetrius and my life as well as my writing.When Helena was first introduced into the play, she immediately expressed envy toward Hermia because it was Hermia that Demetrius directed his love and undivided attention to. "Call you me 'fair'? That 'fair' again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair. O happy

"Ozone Depletion...Give Me a Break!" This essay explains the myths and rumors about ozone depletions and CFC's. It has much information, but lacks sources. One of my better controversial papers.

1018 words - 4 pages ozone depletion, which in turn cause UV rays to increase. And UV rays equal cancer, right? When SSTs were no longer an issue the scientific community was still concerned about this claim of depleting the ozone layer. They began to look at what else could cause this depletion and at this time compiled a list of ozone gases.Ozone gases have now become a term associated with those awful gases which destroy the human race's only protection from the

This is a creative writing piece about the differences between me and my sister entitled "Ten Years Later."

927 words - 4 pages Ten Years Later My older sister was always late in the mornings, and every day I waited on the couch next to the door, counting the hundreds of seconds until she was ready. I waited, dressed, with my bright pink backpack secured, my shoes tied, and my coat zipped. I watched her run around the house, looking for a last minute snack, or sometimes finishing her homework. It puzzled me that no matter how early she woke up, she was still

Similar Essays

What My Family Has Taught Me

1079 words - 4 pages Motivated, open-minded, compassionate and loving are words which describe people I admire. They also describe my husband and three children. Helping others and making a positive difference has always been important to me. My personal goal was to marry someone and raise our children with good values and respect for others. Along the way, they have also taught me valuable lessons. In this paper, I will share a few details about each member of my

My Blind Friend Taught Me To See

665 words - 3 pages How My Blind Friend Taught Me to See "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."  Helen Keller Twelve years ago, at the birthday party of a friend, was the first time I met somebody my own age who had a disability. He was tall for his age, thin, and wore eyeglasses, just like I did. It was this commonality that initially attracted me to him, since I didn't know very many kindergartners who wore glasses. I had begun wearing glasses

How Personality Test Taught Me About Myself

786 words - 3 pages lived there for the better part of my life (12 years), I then moved to the States 4 and half years ago. The extreme change in the environment, the culture, and the people was a lot for me to take. But I somehow managed to do quite well and actually fared better than most of the people that I know who have experiences similar to mine. I am mixing with the "natives" very well, my English has almost no accent, and I am an active community service member

My Room Tells The Truth About Me

983 words - 4 pages "My room tells the truth about me" It can be very obstinate to imagine that material things reveal a person's personality, after all a bedrooms just were you sleep isn't it? But to me that's not the case. Firstly I can control it, but more importantly it is a place of refuge from day to day bustle. My room contains all of my worldly possessions and is the only place in life that is completely and utterly left to me to do as I wish with. It