So, in high school, where do we submit and get awards for service hours? Like, if I want to get a service award (like the U.S. President's Volunteer Service Award,d ik its paused), and I worked at a local hospital, how would I gather and authenticate service hours(google sheet, specific sheet, or none?), how woudl i submit service hours to get awards? I'm just wondering how it would work
So, in high school, where do we submit service hours and get awards for them? Like, if I want to get a service award (like the U.S. President's Volunteer Service Award,d ik its paused), and I worked at a local hospital, how would I gather and authenticate service hours(Google Sheet, specific sheet, or none?), and how would I submit service hours to get awards? I'm just wondering how it would work
So, in high school, where do we submit and get awards for service hours? Like, if I want to get a service award (like the U.S. President's Volunteer Service Award,d ik its paused), and I worked at a local hospital, how would I gather and authenticate service hours(google sheet, specific sheet, or none?), how woudl i submit service hours to get awards? I'm just wondering how it would work
I'm in 9th grade, and I want to get into an Ivy League school or Stanford and go the medical route. I need tips on what to do in high school, but please start with simple must-dos and go to better and more important things.
Right now for sure, I'm doing the following. (In High School)
This is already guaranteed (except for volleyball).
I am not hyping anything.
My school is in Michigan; we get recognized for athletics, sometimes academics (Rockford High School)
Here are my plans for 9th Grade
PLEASE NOTE THESE ARE POTENTIAL. I do NOT want to be a trophy collector, and I just have ideas.
if you dont have anything kind or constructive I specify CONSTRUCTIVE to say i will report your comment
I want to get into an Ivy League (Harvard or Stanford are prefeerred) and want to go the medical route. I need tips on what to do in high school, but please start with simple must-dos and go to better and more important things.
Right now for sure, I'm doing the following. (In High School)
This is already guaranteed (except for volleyball).
What else should I do?
I'm Korean, so we also have a lower average height than other countries. Am I pretty lucky?
Also IDK if im done growing.
This chart show my height when i turned this age. I just turned 14 and Im 178 cm
I am currently 178 CM (5'10) ish, and my mom and dad are 165 and 170 respectively, I haven't grown for 2 months, have i stopped growing? Also Im Korean if that has any effect. If you have any questions feel free to ask!,
Imma late bloomer, ,my voice deepend this summer and i have no chest, armpit hair or beard. I wanna grow to 188 cm , I'm wondering if its duable
I am currently 178 CM (5'10) ish, and my mom and dad are 165 and 170 respectively, I haven't grown for 2 months, have i stopped growing? Also Im Korean if that has any effect. If you have any questions feel free to ask!,
my voice deepend this summer and i have no chest, armpit hair or beard. I wanna grow to 188 cm , I'm wondering if its duabledeepened
I am currently 178 CM (5'10) ish, and my mom and dad are 165 and 170 respectively, I haven't grown for 2 months, have i stopped growing? Also Im Korean if that has any effect. If you have any questions feel free to ask!
hello! I have been playing piano for 6 months, (since i was 13 and i still am) i want to inquire if i am a beginner, intermediate, or advanced. I was wondering if im at a good pace tho?
https://reddit.com/link/1uvx1sw/video/f6rw11pl54dh1/player
i will take CONSTRUCTIVE critique
I'm playing Arabesque by Debussy after 6 months of piano playing. It's very hard, but I'm getting along pretty well. Am I at a good pace rn, also would i be considered a beginner, intermediate, or advanced?
heres a video, my piano is out of tune (its 30 years old and hasnt been tuned) but you can somewhat tell
I'm playing Arabesque by Debussy after 6 months of piano playing. It's very hard, but I'm getting along pretty well. Am I at a good pace rn, also would i be considered a beginner, intermediate, or advanced?
It's a long story, but my mom does the following. I just want a clear answer if im overreacting or being abused
It's a long story, but my mom does the following. I just want a clear answer if im overreacting or being abused
(13M) I have an unhealthy fear of lace. When I'm near it, I don't feel well (like my body); I stop breathing, cry out, and distance myself. When I touch lace, I throw up a few times, repeatedly wash my hands, and cry. I don't know why, because I don't have trypophobia. Therapists and doctors don't know why I have this hate. Small or big quantities, I can't STAND it. I tried exposure therapy (touching lace), and I end up having some sort of health-related issue (dizziness, throwing up, not breathing). For the past like 5 years (I'm a teen), I've tried to fix it, and nothing works, even therapy. Does anyone know why I am like this? The second I just see it, a dont feel good, and I feel nauseous and sick; sometimes I get a fever even if I see it. If I touch it, I usually cry, get disgusted, and throw up. I have literally no thought process; I just have an instant "ew, I can't stand it." It's an instinct. I have tested for autism, negative results. I don't have any thread, shoelaces, or knit material. Doilies yes. Ruffles sometimes. This feeling is individual. It's so specific, and there is no phobia name, so I think it's a "specific phobia". I have tried many therapy, no came, even phobia therapists. My family is so tired of me too.
(13M) I have an unhealthy fear of lace. When I'm near it, I don't feel well (like my body); I stop breathing, cry out, and distance myself. When I touch lace, I throw up a few times, repeatedly wash my hands, and cry. I don't know why, because I don't have trypophobia. Therapists and doctors don't know why I have this hate. Small or big quantities, I can't STAND it. I tried exposure therapy (touching lace), and I end up having some sort of health-related issue (dizziness, throwing up, not breathing). For the past like 5 years (I'm a teen), I've tried to fix it, and nothing works, even therapy. Does anyone know why I am like this? The second I just see it, a dont feel good, and I feel nauseous and sick; sometimes I get a fever even if I see it. If I touch it, I usually cry, get disgusted, and throw up. I have literally no thought process; I just have an instant "ew, I can't stand it." It's an instinct. I have tested for autism, negative results. I don't have any thread, shoelaces, or knit material. Doilies yes. Ruffles sometimes. This feeling is individual. It's so specific, and there is no phobia name, so I think it's a "specific phobia". I have tried many therapy, no came, even phobia therapists. My family is so tired of me too.
(13M) I have an unhealthy fear of lace. When I'm near it, I don't feel well (like my body), I stop breathing, cry out, and distance myself. When I touch lace, I throw up a few times, repeatedly wash my hands, and cry. I don't know why, because I don't have trypophobia. Therapists and doctors don't know why I have this hate. Small or big quantities, I can't STAND it. I tried exposure therapy (touching lace), and I end up having some sort of health-related issue (dizziness, throwing up, not breathing). For the past like 5 years (I'm a teen), I've tried to fix it, and nothing works, even therapy. Does anyone know why I am like this.
guys, I have an 8th-grade poem project. Y'all, tell me if it is at least acceptable
From a Single Grain of Sand
My impact was never grand,
Neither extravagant, majestic, nor sublime,
Nor was it celebrated by the crowd,
Untouched by praise or fame.
It started minutely,
Like a single grain of sand.
When I first tread into middle school
I felt the heavy weight of the air.
I was frozen,
Dreading,
Waiting.
As the days staggered by, I helped someone.
The smile and the warmth of gratitude
Kindled a spark, something deep within,
Flooding the dark with warmth.
Obstacles did occur-
The weight of social pressure,
Chasing grades,
The routine of school itself.
Yet, there was always room for kindness.
Throughout these halls
I gently scattered my positivity throughout the days.
Smiles, guidance,
And quiet grace.
Now, standing on the edge of leaving,
I trace the footprint I left behind.
Quiet, reserved,
But blindingly clear to me.
What I leave behind in school isn’t grand,
But it is the smallest, quietest brushstrokes
That paints the most beautiful picture.
What began as a grain of sand
Had bloomed into a beautiful beach,
A sanctuary of kindness, positivity, and love.
