Personal Statement: Expo Reading and Writing

Im not a mavener In ASB for the awards or admiration, although I respect those hardly a(prenominal) who do choose to lead for the credibility. I dont lead for the satisfaction, although my neer finishing smile at the end of a good rally indicates otherwise. I dont lead because I have anything to prove, although Ive proven a spread to myself a foresightful the way. I lead for the feeling of any student on my campus becoming one, so absolutely matched In school spirit and school pride.I lead to feel the rush of my heart each ime I see a sea of orange and hear the deafening cheer of the crowd. I lead because it Isnt slatternly to get thousands In a school Involved I lead for the challenge to fill the stands at every rally fill and to fill every seat at any blood drive. I am a leader in ASB to get my message across so know I left wing a legend when I turn to leave for college. I not only lead for myself, scarcely for my fellow students as well, my family and my equals.Prompt 2 I was working on a school regard when I got a call from my dad saying he was coming right away to amount pick me up, I remember the sheathing anger I felt arguing hat no he wasnt going to pick me up that I really indigenceed to flnlsh this school project. I shut away shake my head in dismay knowing the fact I in fact didnt need to finish the project I Just wanted to hang out with my friends. I cant infer that I didnt sulk my way to my dads waiting vehicle that I looked at him with a scowl across my brass instrument.Nor can I wipe away from my memory the words he said next mfour baby is in the hospital, shes lost her baby and shes asking for you. This complete wash of emotion that came over me the shame the tutelage I was mortified with myself. How could I ave been so mad about my Importance when my sister had Just face up a devastating event? Looking up and saying Take me to her. The drive to the hospital was long I sat in a seat of despair. What would I say to my sister? How would I face her? ye neer been one to be comfortable around sadness my childhood had been stripped of innocence as I had faced several of my mothers divorces and countless deaths. I had taught myself to be unemotional towards ailment and sorrow for they brought never ending hurt and unmasked truths to lies. Should I cry when I knew my eyes would be dry? Going into my sisters hospital room I looked from her so fragile and upset to my mothers face streaked with tears. My meek voice save audible above the beeping of many machines Hey there. Was it wrong that I felt uncomfortable around all the sickness and gloom that came hand in hand with hospitals, like I could feel the reaper in every corner? All I could do was make Jokes when it wasnt time to laugn, my attempt to Drlng napplness wnere none could De Touna. loucn my sisters hand magical spell asking myself Am I doing this right? My dad wouldnt stop looking at me after we left constantly asking are you alright? Calculating a nd recording every answer every reason I made.Truth is I dont know if I was alright I didnt know if I was allowed to be. My sister has never really been the same since that event, but then again no one else has been either. My mom cherishes us children a little bit more. My sister cherishes those who supported her and held her hand through the situation. And l, well I cherish my family every second of every day. Life is fragile, a saying used in many ways, but one doesnt really know how fragile a life is until youVe been there to see its fragility.