After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house....
All children have lots of potential and need to be able to express it in some form whether it is with creative writing, making maps or building a model....
Every day I am reminded of this possibility. I am an immigrant. To discern me from the crowd of purebred, made-in-Americans is impossible. I speak with no accent and dress no differently. I am American, through and through. The true distinction is found in my perspective. Each morning as I sleepily trudge off to school, my mother reminds me, “I brought you to this country, now do something with it.” The weight of that statement propels me through my myriad of classes: history, government, and especially math. With each class and homework assignment I complete, I feel the pressure of not only grades and deadlines, but the even more immense pressure of expectation—three generations of Ukrainian relatives. Instead of shying away from this prospect, I face it full-on.
I do not know what I want to accomplish during the lifetime ahead of me but I do know this: nothing and no one will stop me from catching my dream when I know what it is.
The internships that CSE provides to its students would
help me gain experience and exposure to various areas in science which interest
me, and hopefully guide me to the job of my dream.