my resume

SUMMARY:

• I feel that I am qualified for this job because I have some experience. I also have a strong passion for this field and I am willing to learn all I can because I wish to pursue a career, in Wildlife biology.

PROFESSIONAL EXPERINCE:

RNH Volunteer House: Intern

• During my internship I performed many activities, such as cleaning up a local park of invasive species and replacing them with trees, I also had the opportunity to have teaching courses and participate in a job readiness program. I also taught elementary kids of what my group was doing and how they should give back to the earth, I later taught other interns who participated in different programs.

• I introduced a positive atmosphere, which helped my group because I was always eager to learn more and improve my working methods.

• My group was lucky enough to win the Silver award for Teens of Planet Earth.

Wildlife Career Ladder Program: Intern

• I began this program with an internship, I took classes on the biology of animals and towards the end of the year I volunteered in the Animal Departments of the Bronx Zoo. The next year I volunteered to be a public speaker for the public and teach all I had learned the previous year.

• I introduced a positive atmosphere to learn more about animals, how to take care of them and later discovering the career choice I wanted to follow.

• I received two awards for completing the first two years.

Wildlife Conservation Society: Worker

• After participating in the Wildlife Career Ladder program I sought out to work in one of the Animal departments, the Camel Barn. In the barn my job was to clean the animals housing spaces, feed them and assist with the camel rides.
• I introduced a positive and eager atmosphere, and working hard to turn my weakness to strengths.

• I earned star points for my good work ethic.

    EDUCATION

·        High school

     - Graduation date: June 24

horror story

 Dante was a naïve reticent man; he tried to paint a picture of me. Portraying me as a red- horned monster. But the truth is I can be much more. See those levels of hell, aren’t really separated. The game that is meticulously played in my hands. And the prize is me. Forget all you have learned about me, because you will learn all the truth now. I like my job since my sole purpose is to cause pain. See with every crime and sin, pain is the result and I live off it. Because once the pain is caused that’s when I lure my prey out and juggle them in my fingertips. Slowly letting them dance in misery, my own personal puppets. That’s when the game begins. A line of sinners stretch for miles all ready for a big race.
            “Three…two…one!”
              They all charge into level one. Swimming across Acheron, met by the pathetic faces of their victims. Drowned in their own sorrows and guilt for an eternity. See that’s where Dante was wrong in all my levels, I have a special punishment for all my new victims. Some are like me, devious, discernable, fallacious and oblivious, ignoring their conscious. Striding forward. While the weaklings are entangled in their faith. The rest stride on to level two. They all enter a deserted land, nothing but sand. There all are met by pleasures they desired so much when they were alive. Some ignore it wishing for the best prize, continuing past the endless pit. The ones that do stay however are met by a swarm of insects. They slowly eat away at their flesh, creating a pool of everyone’s blood. You would think they would automatically die, but I am a eccentric person and just enjoy causing pain. They lie in eternity, just a skeleton awake as they lie forever in their own blood. Slowly dying as the swarm consumes their heart. Level three approaches; this is when I get creative. My pets guard a stack of luscious food, and after entering hell. Food is a complacent thing. The only thing they have to do is pass my pet. But don’t be deceived he’s not cute and cuddly. He has three heads; his teeth reach past his chin. Their all canine teeth by the way, his claws are machete’s slicing through anything. No one ever passes them, alive. Level four, the lucky ones make it this far. Greed is the name and most of these souls ask for it. The very greed they crave is the source of their death. Riches are usually the objective. They are chained to the walls, fed by my slaves the greed they crave. From money to appliances. Once my slaves get bored, I let them have the zeal of personally removing their lungs, from their body. Level five, a personal favorite there met by Styx. A river that greets them with the hateful life they lived. There is nothing normal about this river since it’s made of sharp teeth that chew threw your body like a piranha. Some see the bridge and the survivors’ trolley on down to level six. They all enter my city, immediately wishing to leave, there met by iron walls. Celled in being pushed against the gates that reach them inch by inch. Spears slicing open their skin and tearing out their organs. Can you believe that some made it to level seven? Well believe it, there persistent. They all hang from trees, while showered with acid over them. And when the rain is over they lie as decorations on my scenery. Some find an alternative and reach level eight. But all they meet are my demons with the cleverest torture devices. Some are torn one limb at a time while others suffer slowly at the wrath of my demons, diligently whipping them into place. Now the last level, level nine. Where the prize lies. The survivors rush to a black hole but what they don’t realize is the black hole is my mouth. They enter my shard abstract glass teeth. As I feast on them for an eternity. So now you know the truth about what I do. Of course it’s not easy since I’m only five.

Book Report

The book is called Long days Journey Into night by Eugene O'Neill. A Long Days Journey Into Night was first published as a Yale Nota Bene book in 2002 and has a total of 177 pages. Yale publisher press first published a Long Days Journey Into Night in 1956. A Long Journeys into Night includes a Foreword by Harold Bloom. The back cover of the book gave me information on the book such as that the book is Eugene O’Neill’s autobiography. One of the characters of this play is James Tyrone, he is the husband of Mary and father of Edmund and Jamie. He has learned to have a strong work ethic since his father abandoned him. Mary Tyrone is James wife, she struggles from a morphine addiction that has lasted for two decades. Throughout the play, she uses morphine and the dosages seem to increase. She at times regrets marrying James because of the dreams she had to let go. Jamie Tyrone is the eldest son of married couple. He is completely supported by his parents, he dropped out of college and spends his money  on alcohol and women.  He has no ambition like his parents. Edmund Tyrone is the younger son, he is like his father and brother in ways he too is an alcoholic. During the play he finds out he has tuberculosis. He is a dreamer and intelligent young man, and this is why out of both their kids Mary has more hope of Edmund becoming successful one day. I liked this book because I felt it was down to earth, it related to some lives of regular people instead of just the traditional rich person. One of the good points is the family’s love they have for one another. The weak points to me are, when Mary relapses from her morphine addiction. I would recommend this book to anyone who would appreciate a good plot from a play.

poems I wrote

Secretly terrified  
It’s hard to say goodbye or walk away
I walk with a grin and my head up high
It’s hard to say hi or say I’m ok
I look at the clouds wishing I could fly

I’m better off without seeing your face
You truly happy and me dead inside
It stings so bad it, it hurts like mace
It’s still hard not to cry at my bedside

I really would like to leave or escape
The very torment that sneaks up on me
Because this was always just a mistake
I often dream on going out to sea

I can’t lie; I can’t get you out my mind
And while we wait I lose you over time

The constant variable
Though I stand here in the rain
The fresh air hits my face
So I really can’t complain
I’m tied down to the earth with lace

Embedded in the ground
As Mother Nature gives me its shot
The earth roaring with sounds
It at times feels like I stand upon a hotspot

No matter the torment of nature here I stand
Through tornado or tsunami I survive
I’m not always the holiest or strongest in the land
But I definitely strive to live

Through love, hate or sorrow on the mountain top I claim
I will always be the same