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     Can money buy you happiness? Funny question. Everyone always says that money can’t buy you happiness. Maybe they’re right. I think they are, to a certain extent. But money can definitely buy you comfortability and relieve stress which can definitely help lead a happier life.      If you aren’t the most affluent person you will most likely have more stress. People with less money have to worry about whether they’ll be able to pay the bills or buy food and provide for their family. This causes lots of stress and worrying. If you are in a better financial situation you won’t have to worry about this because you will be lucky enough to know that you will be eating tonight and to know that you won’t be evicted because you didn’t have enough money to pay the mortgage.      In this sense, money can buy a certain extent of happiness. Or definitely get you down the road to happiness. It is really difficult to be happy when you’re struggling to pa...

     When asked the question “how often do you leave your comfort zone” I would say too often. I love my comfort zone. It’s called a comfort zone for a reason. I feel relaxed and comforted in my comfort zone. But stepping outside of that zone causes cortisol to start running through my body, increasing my beats per minute, and making me feel nauseous. I will give you a few examples.      When I need to present an essay, a powerpoint, whatever it may be. I have stage fright, so whenever I stand in front of people, even if it is in Japanese class in front of 6 other people who are all my friends and have taken Japanese with me for 4 years, I still feel nauseous with nervousness and my hands shake and my voice trembles.      Another example is when I am high up. I am also afraid of heights. Yes I know I am clearly fearless. Because of my fear of heights, even when I know I am completely safe, I panic. Through the years I have learned to control ...

     I would love to say that I do all my work as soon as it’s assigned so I can relax on a later day. I would also love to say that everything I do on a daily basis is driven by my love for everything I do and my will to learn. However, sometimes I do things out of obligation. If you’re a student and you’re reading this you know what I mean. If you’re a parent, you’re probably judging me but I believe at some point you were like me too. And if you have never felt what I’m describing, well good for you. Sometimes I get home and I just want to rest and relax. I don’t want to write a 5 page essay that was assigned a month ago. At the time it was assigned I had plenty of time so of course I used up that time. But I have to because if I don’t my grades will drop and then my GPA will drop and then I won’t get into a good college and then I won’t get a good job and then I’ll spend my whole life wishing I put in a little more effort during those 4 years of high school. And so I ...

     In a way my love for soccer was passed on to me. Obviously, my parents didn’t force me to play soccer, or as I was brought up to call it, calcio. In terms of sports my grandfather on my dad’s side was into boxing, my grandmother did yoga, and my father played American Football. However, because my dad lived in Rome the main sport is real football and so he would play pick up games. My mom, on the other hand, played volleyball in college. But having a sport passed down to you is not only a matter of the people in your life playing or having played the sport, it’s also a matter of culture. Because my dad is Italian, ever since I was little I would watch soccer games and kick balls around. I played a bit in New York, though I do not remember much, but I have heard stories that my parents would come to pick me up and find me in the corner because the other kids would “steal the ball and not give it back.”      The first I remember is playing for the 5 year...

         I was a loud kid in elementary school. Teachers always had to silence me or put me in the corner to do homework so I would not distract others. I don’t think I was a stupid kid. I think that the work was sometimes too easy for me so I was able to talk while doing it. I’m not justifying my misbehavior, I’m just giving a reason for why I was doing it. It does sometimes seem almost like a prison though, elementary school. Very strict on such little kids. But I digress, back to the story.          We had just gone on a field trip with the entire class. We were returning in these medium sized, magic school bus look-alike, white school buses. We had “gossiped” the whole time on the bus about my best friend. I do not remember who I conversed with or really anything that happened on the bus. I can only assume what happened because once we got off the bus I did something I never should have done. No it is not anything terrible or life ch...