My Career Outlook

     I am currently majoring in Athletic Training here at Defiance College. I love anything that has a medical aspect. Most of my family is in the medical field, so I feel like I most likely have gotten that trait from them. I would like to continue on and become a high school or college Athletic Trainer, but also I would like to attend medical school to possibly become an orthopedic surgeon. It will definitely be a lot of hard work and a huge amount of debt, but any career goal can be achieved as long as you have passion and dedication for your field of study.

My Extraordinary Hobby

     Sure I am an athlete and play softball, but do you wanna know a secret hobby that I have? I love to draw, paint, and sculpt. I do anything from drawing portraits of people and animals, to watercolor painting, to even sculpting various types of pottery and figures. I love to release all of my emotions in to my art. Whether I am angry or sad, if you give me a pencil and paper or a paint brush, I can create an image of my emotions.

Childhood Memory

     My sister's name is Ashton and she is now twenty-one years old. Since she is three and a half years older than me, she was always the first one to try something new. We both grew up dancing and playing multiple sports like volleyball, soccer, baseball, basketball and inline skating. Our parents always liked to put us in the same sports and extracirricualer activities even though most of the time my sister and I hated being the same. When she turned thirteen she asked our dad if she could compete in inline skating competitions. He was hesitant at first but soon decided it could be a nice change for her. Little did he know that it would involve a traumatic experience for our whole family.

     It was my sister's first skating meet and our whole family was anxious. My sister was racing five other girls her age in a four lap race. The whole time before the race, all my sister talked about was how amazing and cool the track looked. It was light blue with a smooth, glossy coating over top. It looked as if it had just been cleaned the night before. My families excitement flourished as my sister's race grew near. Finally, her race was called and she glided across the floor toward the start line.

     My sister readied herself and took a deep breath. I could see the nervous look in her eyes. Then, the buzzer sounded and off they went. She started off at the front of the pack, but when lap three hit she started to slow. I thought she was going to stop and give up, however she started to speed up. She was going so fast I was excited she was going to catch back up. She did finally catch back up, but when she turned the last time on lap four, the nightmare began. Her front wheel caught the back of another racers skate and they both went down. My sister spun around and slid across the floor, head first in to the cement wall.

     My sister suffered a minor concussion and some pretty intense scraps and bruises. She was in so much pain for two weeks after the accident. It was so terrifying for my sister, as well as, my family. We are all so thankful that she was wearing a helmet and is perfectly fine today. This memory will always be in the back of my mind, as it was a very life changing experience. Be as safe as you possibly can, you never know what will happen.

My Biggest, Truest Regret

     I have many smalls regrets that I could own up to through out my life, however there is really only one large, substantial regret that I have. I wish, that back in elementary school I would have stood up for myself and confronted my attackers (bullies). I have been constantly attacked and ridiculed ever since the first grade. I would be verbally and physically harmed by other students in my school. You're probably wondering why I never stood up for myself, why I didn't fight back. The truth is, I still really don't know why.

     My regret falls in to the "not" pattern. I did not do anything to help myself, or stand up for who I was as a person. I deeply regret not standing up for myself. To this day I really do feel that maybe if I did fight for myself, maybe things would have gone differently for me. Maybe I would be in a better place emotionally today if I had done this. I was effected by this in a very harmful and negative way. Some people may look at me and see that I seem alright. But some people just don't know the effect that bullying can have on a person.

     I think that even if I had stood up for myself, the ridiculed would have still occurred. It may not have been as bad, but I still believe that it would have happened.

     My regret ties in to the class theme of lies in deception, in that my mind deceived me. It told me that I deserved what was happening and that nothing could be done to help me. That was a huge lie, maybe even the biggest lie I have encountered in my life,

Something Interesting

     Want to know something interesting and unique about me? I am actually half British on my mom's side of the family. My mother was born in Essex, England along with my Grandmother. My Grandmother lived in England for about thirty-five years, my mother only three years. When my mom moved here, along with her two brothers, a lot of the family traditions stayed the same. We still celebrate Boxing Day, a British holiday, as well as drink tea whenever my sister and I are at my Grandmother's house. Since one side of my family is from another country, I definitely learned some different family values. Growing up my Grandmother always had my sister and I set the table for lunch and dinner, we always had to clean our own dishes and offer to take an adults dish as well. This showed us a lot of responsibility in a lot stronger way. The house was strict but in a good, impactful way. I carry out these same responsibilities even to this day.

Softball is my Outlet

     Growing up as a shy, timid young tomboy, I didn't really make friends to easily. I was always the odd one out at sleepovers because everyone else wanted to play dolls, but all I wanted to do was throw a ball around. You never really saw me around the house without some sort of ball in my hand. My parents noticed this and soon placed me in some different sports. I played soccer, football, basketball, volleyball, baseball, and even did some gymnastics. My favorite sport that I played was softball. Through softball I made new friends, learned discipline and respect, and most of all learned to love the game. Every day after school I would rush home so that I could get my cleats on to go and practice. Softball was my outlet from all the bullying and tormenting I went through during school. I went through some really tough stages growing up, like most kids do. I am very happy to have found my outlet through softball. Softball still to this day is my outlet from all my stressful obstacles.