Ohio University Transfer Student Journalism Essay

I was almost born in Ohio. My mother raced back to New York City where I was born. She raised me with frequent trips back to Newark/Heath for summer vacations and holidays. I loved the freedom of growing up in NYC, but having the small town morals and manners. I always felt the pulse of the city pushing me to explore new things and hidden talents. I enjoy music, poetry, hiking, swimming, running, volunteering, working with children. NYC is busy and bustling which is a clever cover for its creative flow. I am proud to be born and raised in a city known for its wonderful diversity and opportunities.
 Community College just was not for me, it never was. At age Nineteen I found myself floating around pursuing Liberal Arts in a flurry of "13th" graders most if whom were more interested in social activities than studies. Still I remained focused. Focusing on my prerequisites. Then the attacks of September 11th, 2001 happened. My classroom was gone, my campus closed for class and transformed into a Triage and then later a volunteer rest area. My priorities changed. I was unsure what was worth considering as a career because of the then unknowing future. I started Volunteering at a local elementary school displaced by 9/11.
 I started working at P.S.89 for an after school program and quickly learned I loved working with children. Later summer camp and year round work there. I have worked with Manhattan Youth and Recreation Resources for more than ten years. I lead large groups of second and third graders in activities from team sports to piano and homework help.
I consider a career in teaching frequently or in guidance.
 I took a year off in 2007 to explore my passion for film making. The New York Film Academy was an intense and expensive year for me. I learned to film, edit, produce and write scripts. It was then that I decided to transfer that passion into writing. I enjoyed the writing aspect of film making. Since then I have started a Blog and constantly collected my writings.
 I certainly have and opinion as does everyone. I enjoy providing point of views unseen. I like to explain and want to extend my articulation. When I write I feel the best emotion. It is a freeing feeling. It is a passion. I absolutely love writing and I think that I was born to write in the public eye. I want to make a career from this. Given the chance to explore on constructive path I'm sure I will excel and become one of the states, country, possibly worlds greatest paid writers..

Thank you for your Consideration.

Acid Flashback

Holy Acid Flashback!
Today I had my strongest Acid Flashback yet since I stopped tripping years ago. (Wikipedia "Acid Flashback")
It came out of nowhere and hit me at while I was demolishing a bathroom, with a crowbar in my hand.  The large iced mocha prob was a trigger along with my headphones at full volume blasting a nostalgic album (you've come along way baby) from a DJ I used to listen to. The It hit me hard and I felt shaky in my legs and hands. I was already sweating from work but now it was profusely pouring out of my pores. I wasn't experiencing any "visuals" but I new I was "tripping out" because of my thoughts. I was taking apart a toilet by this time and looked inside and saw how ghetto of a replacement to was to the handle inside the tank that pulls the plug to let water fill. I started bugging out on what kind of job this was and how the person must have found these random objects to attempt this job. Plus all the colors on the fix were very vibrant. Here is a picture.

I was laughing a little in my head and acting weird and goofy. Just then my father walks in and I show him how humorous of a job this was. I'll be damned if he says "Wow, someone must have been tripping when they did that". What! did he just say that? Bugging me out even more. This is too funny.  He walked away and I had to start dancing...
The Flashback last about forty five minutes and as soon as I put on some calmer music it fades away. During, all I could do was Grin and Bare it...