This I Believe free essay sample

Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone was as dependable as you wanted them to be? Well that isn’t the way things go people will always let you down and no matter how good of a friend you are to them, doesn’t mean they will return the favor. I believe that you can’t depend on anyone else but yourself. One time my sister and I planned to go to a movie. Just me and her, no one else. But of course last minute her boyfriend called and invited himself. Then she uninvited me because she didn’t want me ‘tagging along’. It wasn’t really a big deal but it just shows that even people who supposedly love you will choose a guy over you. Never put your guard down, people can throw around the word ‘best friend’ but it really doesn’t mean anything. Liking someone they like never seems to fail breaking a friendship apart. We will write a custom essay sample on This I Believe or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page When that happened, it made me realize that they weren’t really friends at all. And that the word ‘best friends’ has exceptions. then all the secrets and things you trusted them with while you were friends aren’t secrets anymore. Handing someone your trust is the dumbest thing you could ever do. Don’t ask them â€Å"Am I just wasting my time on you or do you really want to make this work?†. Because they aren’t going to say, â€Å"Nope, I’m just going to dump you in a few days, but I’ll keep you around for now†. They are just going to lie to make you feel better. So basically trust is nothing you want people to have. And if you do, don’t have high hopes for whatever your trusting them with to work out. And that’s why I believe you can’t depend on anyone, you can only depend on yourself. This I Believe free essay sample After my application to be a camp counselor at the YMCA was rejected, those two free months came much sooner than I had expected and left me with no plans for summer break. My dad offered to take me to his laboratory for a few days. Simply put, he didnt want me to stay at home and watch baseball all day like I have for most of my life. A few weeks went by. And because of my inability to plan ahead, it was decided that I would be given the opportunity to learn about cancer research. For two months I would go to work with my dad: from 8-4, no pay, no volunteer hours, and the only thing keeping me motivated through the entire process being my motivation to learn. My dad is a cancer biologist at the University of Cincinnati. His lab performs experiments that seek out possible molecular pathways through which prostate cancer can develop. We will write a custom essay sample on This I Believe or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page Because the experiments are complex and contain protocols that must be strictly followed, I was not allowed to touch anything for the first three weeks. I would shadow the researches in his lab: taking notes, asking questions, making diagrams so that at some point I would be capable of performing the experiments on my own. Every day the lab would make some sort of discovery. However, I couldnt help but feel disappointed with each one. Not just because the full understanding of each finding was complex and required an extensive knowledge in biology, something I had yet to attain, but because none of them would lead to a cure for cancer. After each one I would ask my dad the same â€Å"stupid question,† to which he would repeatedly reply: no. My dad doesnt think therell ever be a cure for most cancers, at least not in his lifetime, only a means to prevent them. Confronted by this newfound, negative-outlook on this disease, my optimism in doing my science fair project on cancer dwindled. I ignored that outlook. Over time, as I carried out the protocols in my dad’s lab over weekends, with his supervision of course, and later, as I presented my research project to people that rated my â€Å"knowledge acquired,† I could tell that they felt the same way as my father. As I tried to expand the depth to which my data could be interpreted, I could tell I was relaying information to them through one ear and it was passing through the other. There is much that needs to be done to combat cancer, either through research or helping those that are affected by this disease. Through my experiences I’ve come to the realization that this battle is much more complex than I had expected. I believe that when faced with a problem so grand, a problem no one has solved, somehow, to some people, maintaining optimism becomes too difficult. Though staying enthusiastic will not alter the outcome, at least it gives hope that at some point, my dad will be proven wrong. This I Believe free essay sample When I was young,my mother believed in the power of optimism. She would repeat over and over again, â€Å"If you wake up claiming it will be an awful day, chances are it will be.† I grew accustomed to the idea that my attitude determined who I was, and the potential of who I could be. This idea often skimmed my mind every morning, as I contemplated whether the glass was half empty or half full. I was raised amongst a family of nomads; it was not unusual for me to be starting a new school every few years. My parents claimed it was a fresh start, and to think of it as a good thing. A new school, new home, new friends. I never understood the tears filling my sister’s eyes as she watched the moving truck fill with boxes. Being handed a blank slate was exciting, until it wasn’t. We will write a custom essay sample on This I Believe or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page My attitude seemed to have shifted significantly in the past couple years. When my mother came into my room and excitedly announced our next destination, I felt nothing but devastation. How could she do this to me? Ever since the year long collapse of my parents’ marriage, I had been left in the ruins. I had spent months building a life for myself, growing attached to the relationships I had created, only for it all to be torn down. I soon discovered how simple it was to allow negativity to seep into me rather than fight it off with a better outlook. Waking up and going on with my life throughout the following weeks was torture, only because I allowed it to be. With every move, I saw all I was losing instead of opening my eyes and discovering the opportunities I was gaining. Inevitably, I despised my new school. I longed for my old friends, and the atmosphere of feeling at home instead of feeling like an over stayed guest at my new house. Detaching myself from everything I was passionate about, I felt myself slipping away. I thought, what was the point in creating a new life for myself if it will all be for naught, anyway? Dread over school seeped into my core, which made the hours tick by slower. This was not me. My mother’s patience with me was running low, which triggered an argument between the two of us. I remember her stating, â€Å"I know you aren’t happy here. But this is our life now, and this is how it is going to be.† With tears shedding from my eyes at the time, I saw this as her fighting against me rather than her being on my side. However, as I walked into school the next day, it seemed much brighter than I had noticed before. I caught smiles from passing strangers and managed to whisper a few hello’s. It was time to unravel myself from the burdens I had been carrying the past weeks.This was my life now, and it’s destiny was determined by me. An amazing feeling it is, to finally feel content with the reflection in the mirror staring back at me. This experience, I decided, could destroy my heart or allow it to manifest into something beautiful. No more feeling sorry for myself. No more wallowing in the depths of my depression. Hiding away in frustration was not going to give me the satisfaction I craved, and this was my time to take advantage of the clean slate I’ve been offered. My mother raised me to believe not only in optimism, but in myself. The power of positive thinking doesn’t change the unavoidable bad days that will occur, but it will give me the courage to stand back up after falling and allow myself to move on. This I Believe free essay sample Do you ever start a trend, and in only a week it seems as if everyone is doing it? Well you’re not alone, that’s exactly what happened to me. I believe what goes around comes around. Oh my goodness today is the day you vote for best dressed. I remember this day just like it was yesterday. Today I need to find a cute, unique, and most of all an outfit to make me stand out from Hailey my competition. So I gave my closet a good stare and finally got the nerve and guts to wear my legwarmers. I had no idea what people would say, but I was willing to take the risk. As I walked into school first thing I see is Hailey and her friends, not only looking at me head to toe, but making fun of me. So Hailey walked up to me and said â€Å"What are on your legs, I would never ever in my life wear them. We will write a custom essay sample on This I Believe or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page † So the day goes on, and comes to find out I get many of complements. As the principals tally up the scores I realize that Hailey has beaten me, but only by thirteen points. No big deal. The point is by the end of the year everyone was wearing them, including her. So once or if you start something new give it time, and soon it will soon be the cool thing. But a new trend is not the only thing that eventually goes around. Do you dread the day midterms or even report cards come out? I know for a fact I do. I go to homeroom nervous and anxious to pick up my midterm. I try to think and realize its only midterm no need to get myself all worked out, but that plan failed to work. So first thing I do is look at my grades and hope I want to show them to my parents, but that isn’t the case this time. I had a D- in algebra, and I know that’s not the kind of student I should be. Since its only midterms I figured it would be nice to not show my parents, lord knows I can bring it up by report cards, and that’s what really matters. But this plan seemed to fail as well. My sister comes home, and whips out her oh so straight As. So of course my parents ask me where my midterm is, and I stick to my word and didn’t tell, instead I lie and say we have not got ours yet. Without knowing my mom calls the school and asks when our midterms come or have they already came out. As I get off the bus and open the door, first thing I hear is my mom questioning me to no end about midterms. Questions such as, â€Å"Are you sure you haven’t got it yet, and did you just not want me to know about your grades?† So by this time I realized she knew the truth, and I bursted out in tears crying as I’m told her the truth. It wasn’t so bad other than the yelling and lecture I had gotten from both my mom and dad. But my bad grade probably leads to the drama in school. Drama, drama, drama, that’s all school is. In 8th grade one of my friends got a note from my Best friend ever, Ashley saying bad things about me. The note said all sorts of things, and trust me they weren’t too nice. For example it said things such as: she’s two faced, I never did like her, she’s a back stabbing friend, and most of all I want her and her boyfriend to break up. So first thing I do when I read this is take it to Ashley, and question her. But she denies that she wrote it, and I believed her. So after that I went to Brandon (my boyfriend) and showed him the note, and he was not to happy. So with his and Ashley’s determination we found out who really wrote the note, and we had a one on three talk. So after this, I learned that once drama starts it never ends. If you start something or something starts be prepared for it to go around. I realized that what goes around will always come around, but knowing me I learned it the hard way. Be prepared and always think before your actions and it will make not only life but school much more enjoyable. This I Believe free essay sample Do I believe in an eye for an eye? Well do you? Many people see it in many different ways some agree and some disagree. Well if you ask me yes I do believe in an eye for an eye. Why do you always blame me? Not to long ago my youngest brother Austin always used to blame me for everything. He would drink something that he wasn’t supposed to and he would blame it on me. He would break something and blame it on me. Or he would move something he wasn’t supposed to and blame it on me. I finally get tired of it and got him back by doing the same things he did to me, and he finally stopped doing that to me. I guess sometimes you really can get what you want. Why can’t you leave me alone? When I was younger my oldest brother Andrew would always do something to me or he would pick on me. We will write a custom essay sample on This I Believe or any similar topic specifically for you Do Not WasteYour Time HIRE WRITER Only 13.90 / page He would always call me a loser and make me cry because I always wanted to do everything like him. Or he would always say that I didn’t have any friends and he knew that I always friends but he just wanted me to start yelling at him so he would have a reason to tell on me so I would get in trouble. He would always try to start a fight with me because no one else was around for him to fight. So one day I went into his room while he was at a friends house and took his boa constrictor and took it to my room. He came back and couldn’t find so he went out to look for it. I and put it up and went and got him and told him I found it because I felt bad. And he turns around and says you of all people found. â€Å"oh yeah and thank you†. He still doesn’t know what I did. Why do you always break my stuff? My younger sister would always go into my room and break my things like one time she broke a couple of my CDS. She said she accidentally did it. So I asked her what else had she broken that was mine. So I found out that she broke my glass angel and she broke some of my porcelain dolls. So one day when she wasn’t paying attention I pretended that I broke one of her Barbie’s. she never touched anything or I mean broke anything of mine again. I believe in getting back at people. But only if I know them. Because if I don’t know you I don’t know what you are going to do back after I get you back. But if they really do something that really makes me mad then I will do it. So that’s why I always get back at my brother and sister for things that they do to me.