Self Reflection
Based on the slew of surveys and tests that I have taken throughout the semester, they have helped me learn that the best job options for me are careers that involve social interaction. Careers where you get the chance to work one on one with people, or in large groups are the jobs that I would enjoy doing the most for the rest of my life. In my Do What You Are assessment, it proved that I am an extrovert who likes to work in social environments. I am a very sociable person who loves to talk to people, even if it is not involved in what I am supposed to be doing at time. A job that requires me to get to know people and work closely with a group would be a career that I would thrive in. I also learned that I am a perceiver who is able to work in flexible, changing work conditions. In my career interest profiler, I learned that my top two interests clusters are artistic and social. I definitely think that these are areas that I need to look for in a career. I am a hands-on worker and I would enjoy a career more if I were able to work on projects rather than just sit at a desk all day. During this semester of career development, I was able to learn a lot about me and the jobs that I would enjoy doing most. Being able to look back at my suggested jobs on Naviance helps me imagine what the rest of my life could be like in the future.
College Essay
“The old hi and bye,” my sister jokes as I grab my keys. I throw my dance bag over my shoulder and rush out to my car. 7:35: 5 minutes until dance starts. I should have left play practice earlier.
Dance practice: 3:00 sharp. Ms. Gina, our show choreographer, expected us on stage and ready to dance by the time she got there. She worked us hard every practice. She had to make sure every move was perfect, but it was all worth it come show night. 5:30: Ensemble practice. The entire cast starts to roll in as the dancers finish up our last count of 8. After the song ends, I quickly grab my script and hop on stage for a stumble-through of the show. My director asks for the dance captain from across the stage, I step forward. She asks me to take note of all the dances we still need to finish in Act 1 and to set up partners for the partner dance we had recently learned. I take a seat next to the other cast members who were also given jobs.I am up and out of my seat constantly to work on a scene, then I am sitting right back down to continue my notes. I check the time. 7: 20. If I wanted to make it to dance in time, I had to leave right then. I find my backpack, throw it over my shoulder, and I am out the door in one quick motion.
Pulling into my driveway, I sneak a glance at my phone after putting the car in park. 7:33: only two minutes to get changed if I wanted to get to dance on time. I open the door and my stomach rumbles from the smell of the food my mom was preparing. I look towards the kitchen table as I rush up to my room. My sister sits there, peacefully enjoying her dinner. Two more hours until I am back home. Throwing on my leggings and a tank top, I search for my dance bag that I had left on the stairs the night before, after another night of dance. Running back into the kitchen, I take a glance at my mom. She gives me a sympathetic look, knowing I hadn’t been home since 7:00 that morning when I had left for school.
“The old hi and bye,” my sister jokes as I grab my keys. I throw my dance bag over my shoulder and rush out to my car. 7:35: 5 minutes until dance starts. I should have left play practice earlier. I tried to stay as long as I could, I had to leave early the past two days to make it to dance in time.
I pull into the dark parking lot, slightly illuminated by the overhead street lights and my low beams. Swiftly sliding into a parking spot, I check the clock on the dashboard one last time. 7:40: just in time. As I open the door to the dance studio, my phone vibrates in my hand. I check to see the text message I had just received: “Transition into bell tower”. Another dance that needed to be choreographed.
Although I spend so little time at my house, and I am constantly moving around between dance and theater, both of these activities have taught me a tremendous amount about time management, sacrifice, and dedication. I’ve learned to make the most out of the little time that I have in a day. I now know how to schedule my activities properly so I am able to keep my grades up, participate in all my activities, and keep up with my friends. It may be a lot of work, but I absolutely love what I do and how it has shaped me into the person I am today.
Dance practice: 3:00 sharp. Ms. Gina, our show choreographer, expected us on stage and ready to dance by the time she got there. She worked us hard every practice. She had to make sure every move was perfect, but it was all worth it come show night. 5:30: Ensemble practice. The entire cast starts to roll in as the dancers finish up our last count of 8. After the song ends, I quickly grab my script and hop on stage for a stumble-through of the show. My director asks for the dance captain from across the stage, I step forward. She asks me to take note of all the dances we still need to finish in Act 1 and to set up partners for the partner dance we had recently learned. I take a seat next to the other cast members who were also given jobs.I am up and out of my seat constantly to work on a scene, then I am sitting right back down to continue my notes. I check the time. 7: 20. If I wanted to make it to dance in time, I had to leave right then. I find my backpack, throw it over my shoulder, and I am out the door in one quick motion.
Pulling into my driveway, I sneak a glance at my phone after putting the car in park. 7:33: only two minutes to get changed if I wanted to get to dance on time. I open the door and my stomach rumbles from the smell of the food my mom was preparing. I look towards the kitchen table as I rush up to my room. My sister sits there, peacefully enjoying her dinner. Two more hours until I am back home. Throwing on my leggings and a tank top, I search for my dance bag that I had left on the stairs the night before, after another night of dance. Running back into the kitchen, I take a glance at my mom. She gives me a sympathetic look, knowing I hadn’t been home since 7:00 that morning when I had left for school.
“The old hi and bye,” my sister jokes as I grab my keys. I throw my dance bag over my shoulder and rush out to my car. 7:35: 5 minutes until dance starts. I should have left play practice earlier. I tried to stay as long as I could, I had to leave early the past two days to make it to dance in time.
I pull into the dark parking lot, slightly illuminated by the overhead street lights and my low beams. Swiftly sliding into a parking spot, I check the clock on the dashboard one last time. 7:40: just in time. As I open the door to the dance studio, my phone vibrates in my hand. I check to see the text message I had just received: “Transition into bell tower”. Another dance that needed to be choreographed.
Although I spend so little time at my house, and I am constantly moving around between dance and theater, both of these activities have taught me a tremendous amount about time management, sacrifice, and dedication. I’ve learned to make the most out of the little time that I have in a day. I now know how to schedule my activities properly so I am able to keep my grades up, participate in all my activities, and keep up with my friends. It may be a lot of work, but I absolutely love what I do and how it has shaped me into the person I am today.