I started volunteering at the city’s Children’s Hospital when I was fourteen to fulfill the required service requirements at my Catholic all girls’ high school. Little did I know, It would change my life. Not only did I form fabulous lifetime friendships, but I also realized that I was being helped in the process.
I had burn victims, cancer patients, kids who would never walk or breathe on their own, you name it and I had it.
These children were so happy. I thought they were going to be bitter and difficult but I was so wrong and I still volunteer today. The kids are always happy to see me, always appreciative of whatever I bring or whatever we have in the playroom. They never utter a complaint and they understand when it is not their turn to pick the movie.
These kids teach me on a daily basis to appreciate ever little small thing that I so often take for granted. I even appreciate the ability to walk and breathe so much more than I could have ever imagined I would have ever be forced.
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Misery loves Company
I once had a teacher who literally smiled when people did poorly on an exam. She would call out the names while handing out the exams in the order of the lowest to the highest grades.
She would snicker when we got a question wrong, pull at girls’ skirts if they were too short and grab the boys’ jaws if they needed to shave. She would even start crying in class almost everyday about her father who died twenty years ago. This was her attempt for us to feel sorry for her and confide in her. She was later fired but I still think about the affect she had on me.
The best educational experience I ever had was over this past Summer. This professor related everything he taught to real life situations, spoke to you like an adult, had a funny video for every subject, and made an impromptu joke practically every ten minutes.
He was full of energy, always paced back and forth, and was always happy to be there. He encouraged any opinion that any student had as long as it could be supported. His attention and respect to the students made them give the same in return.
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She would snicker when we got a question wrong, pull at girls’ skirts if they were too short and grab the boys’ jaws if they needed to shave. She would even start crying in class almost everyday about her father who died twenty years ago. This was her attempt for us to feel sorry for her and confide in her. She was later fired but I still think about the affect she had on me.
The best educational experience I ever had was over this past Summer. This professor related everything he taught to real life situations, spoke to you like an adult, had a funny video for every subject, and made an impromptu joke practically every ten minutes.
He was full of energy, always paced back and forth, and was always happy to be there. He encouraged any opinion that any student had as long as it could be supported. His attention and respect to the students made them give the same in return.
word count:197
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