The lights turn off all across the lobby, as I hand a customer their large popcorn. Streams of people are leaving their screening rooms, all heading for the lobby. The manager walks out of his office and addresses the crowd that is overwhelming him with questions. He slowly gains the attention of everyone in the room and waits for them to quiet down. He begins to talk, but his voice doesn’t reach me in the back, so I wait for the news to travel through murmurs in the crowd. Suddenly, a wave of worried voices erupts from every direction – a tornado warning has been issued. I take a minute to assess the situation and proceed to assist my co-workers in directing the customers into the main screening room, which also acts as a makeshift shelter. Those who don’t fit into the main screening room, follow the employees in the break room to take shelter. The break room is nearly at capacity, so I find a spot on the floor. A feeling of unease pollutes the air as the high winds knock debris against the walls. Eventually, the thudding noises stop, and the storm passes. All at once, the customers flood out of the glass doors in a desperate attempt to see their loved ones. The parking lot quickly empties and contains only the tire marks of the cars that are now speeding down the highway. The clouds clear away to reveal the barren parking lot and I feel relieved to see the storm didn’t cause any lasting damage.
My last two years of high school working at my local movie theater would provide relationships, experiences, and life lessons that continue to enrich my life. The ordeal I shared was one of many work experiences to challenge my ability to handle stressful situations, a valuable skill I thought to have acquired. During my first semester at Texas Tech University, I exuded unfounded confidence based on having this skill. I was studying physics
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The lights turn off all across the lobby, as I hand a customer their large popcorn. Streams of people are leaving their screening rooms, all heading for the lobby. The manager walks out of his office and addresses the crowd that is overwhelming him with questions. He slowly gains the attention of everyone in the room and waits for them to quiet down. He begins to talk, but his voice doesn’t reach me in the back, so I wait for the news to travel through murmurs in the crowd. Suddenly, a wave of worried voices erupts from every direction – a tornado warning has been issued. I take a minute to assess the situation and proceed to assist my co-workers in directing the customers into the main screening room, which also acts as a makeshift shelter. Those who don’t fit into the main screening room, follow the employees in the break room to take shelter. The break room is nearly at capacity, so I find a spot on the floor. A feeling of unease pollutes the air as the high winds knock debris against the walls. Eventually, the thudding noises stop, and the storm passes. All at once, the customers flood out of the glass doors in a desperate attempt to see their loved ones. The parking lot quickly empties and contains only the tire marks of the cars that are now speeding down the highway. The clouds clear away to reveal the barren parking lot and I feel relieved to see the storm didn’t cause any lasting damage.
My last two years of high school working at my local movie theater would provide relationships, experiences, and life lessons that continue to enrich my life. The ordeal I shared was one of many work experiences to challenge my ability to handle stressful situations, a valuable skill I thought to have acquired. During my first semester at Texas Tech University, I exuded unfounded confidence based on having this skill. I was studying physics and had plans to being a teacher to help underprivileged kids have the knowledge to change their circumstances and, hopefully, the world. However, the way I viewed the world completely changed after I got the news of my grandfather’s death. A bout of depression hit me like a tornado that I couldn’t hide from; it negatively affected my grades, relationships, and overall satisfaction with my university. I barely had the drive to attend class, but I forced myself to go in spite of my reluctance. Luckily, I had an English professor, who had an extensive knowledge of philosophy. He gave me a few books to read, that I found to have a therapeutic effect on me. I felt comfort in exercising my critical thinking skills and empathetic ability to understand more about people and the world. I had found shelter, which allowed me to give more attention to school and my vision of the future. In the subsequent semesters, I was still experiencing a downpour of depression, but it became easier to deal with through my understanding of philosophy. I started to receive better grades and developed a greater inclination to help people from underprivileged backgrounds. I waited out the storm and overcame my depression. Yet, the dissatisfaction with my university still lingers, due to the distance from my family and the lack of opportunities to pursue my interests. Considering my feelings, I decided to forgo my fourth semester at Texas Tech and teach English at my parents’ home village, in Awasa, Ethiopia. The experience has provided me with the insight and courage I needed to pursue my ambitions in philosophy and my interests in education. Moreover, I know that UT has the resources and opportunities available for me to successfully continue my efforts to be a philosophy professor.
While visiting family in the Austin area, I had the chance to explore the Department of Philosophy at UT. I was immediately fascinated by the strong sense of community built by philosophy majors and already felt at home. The faculty provided me with a diverse list of classes on subjects, such as contemporary moral problems and human nature, which are not offered at Texas Tech. I am eager to take these classes, as well as participate in healthy discourse with fellow Longhorns. Additionally, I hope to gain more experience assisting underprivileged communities by joining the Capital Community student organization. All in all, I am glad the clouds have cleared to reveal the potentially bright future I have as a Longhorn.
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