Hitting the Jcckpot will be: a dream come true, a time for needed vacation and relaxation. I think i work very hard and for me to get this money will give me the time to take a well deseved vacation, enjoying myself with friends and family. I however will not quit my job as you have to think of the unexpected and the money will finish eventually. I will try to invest my money into a business. Particularly a pastry shop, a catering hall or mini healthy food resturaunt and that offers like salads and wraps (simple heathy treats). Of course i get myself out of debth, and secure some money aside for my future and immediate family. I would also donate funds to the poor and programs that encourage females that are trying to uplift thems. At this point I have a crappy van so i buy myself a new car, a house and payoff my mom’s house. What every money is left will just stay in the bank until I see it fit to dispose of it.   🙂

Hitting the Jackpot would be surreal but nice. Of course after Uncle Sam takes his share there would be enough left. First an foremost I would contribute ten percent of  winning to my church. Secondly, I would payoff my students loans and donate a portion to charity. Overall, I would share the wealth amongst my family, and friends. Whatever is left I would travel to different countries with mygirls. As far as having a huge home and fancy car which I’m not into. I perfer a one family  home in a nice neighborhood. I would keep my car and live a normal life as possible.

A memorable teacher that I had was Mr. Bines. He taught Travel and tourism, and History. I enjoyed going to his class everyday. He taught with so much passions. He always had a smile and was very friendly. He would showed us pictures of his travels.  He was very approachable, and always welcomed us. His teaching inspire many of us. I enjoyed our trips that we took with him. He was very protective of the class. He wanted us to enjoyed ourselve and be safe. He encouraged me to be the best student that I can be. Unfortunately he passed away. I know that he made an impact in my life and I will never forget him.

A Memorable Teacher

The schooling system and the student-teacher relationship in Bangladesh are very different than in New York. We were afraid of the teachers and never asked for help because asking questions was considered rude, but it never stopped me from learning by myself. The school I attended from first through 12^th grade was St. Francis Xavier School. We had separate schools for girls and boys. We had to stand up when the teacher entered the classroom and when participating in the class. We had to memorize poems, and almost the whole textbook for each course. The teacher would call on students. If the student failed to recite the answer word for word from the book, she had to spend the rest of the class standing, or she had to stand outside of the class so that other students and teachers would see her. Sometimes teachers would beat us with a ruler on the knuckle. Sometimes we had to write “I will never come to school unprepared” 100 times, or we had to hold our ear lobes and keep standing for the rest of the class.

When I was in Bangladesh, I never loved math. I hated trigonometry. I hated proving the sides of an Isosceles Triangle, or finding the area of a rhombus or parallelogram, and I especially hated the Pythagorean theorem. I could not get the idea of proving a²+b² = c², especially when I had to memorize the whole proof from the textbook. I was in seventh grade at that time. My math teacher, Mrs. Lokhkhi Rani called on me to come to the board and prove the Pythagorean theorem. Mrs. Rani was in her 40’s. She would enter the classroom like a tornado and start saying, “Children, open page number 50 and start doing problems 1 through 15.” She would walk around and see what the students were doing. If she saw any students stuck with one problem, she would slap the student on the cheek or back.

When I went to the board to prove the Pythagorean theorem, my brain and body froze. I tried to remember the first step of proving the theorem. I could not remember anything because I did not understand the method; I had just memorized it. When Mrs. Rani stood next to me, my whole body started shaking. I was ready for the slap, but she surprised me and ordered me to go back to my seat. I was surprised and could not believe that she did not humiliate me. After that incident, I started going for tutoring and tried to understand the methods of proving trigonometric functions instead of trying to memorize them. Even though I did not receive 90’s, I passed with a good grade. Mrs. Rani taught me to think “outside of the box.” I will never forget Mrs. Lokhkhi Rani and that day.

A memorable teacher that I have immense respect for is Dr. Choi from Queens College.  She was the teacher for the Science of Foods class in the dietetic program.  I met Dr. Choi when it was her first semester at QC; she took her job very seriously.  Exams were challenging and lectures were fun and enlightening.  Dr. Choi is a true professional who dedicates her time and interest towards each individual student.  She has a cheerful disposition, which makes her very approachable, but what impressed me most was her understanding of chemistry and biology in relation to food.  In addition, her achievement at earning a doctorate places her in a category of very intelligent people.  I would like to follow in Dr. Choi’s footsteps and possibly teach nutrition in a university at some time.   I was honored to have my picture taken with Dr. Choi at my graduation…  It is the only picture that was taken that day – and it truly was a meaningful picture to remember a very special event.

Choosing a career path was not easy for me. When I was in high school, I focused on taking more science classes, but I did not know what I want to do in the future. When I started college, I was still confused about declaring my major. I chose computer science as my major because my husband told me so. I was never happy about choosing that major. Then I took a general chemistry class during my second semester. I enjoyed the class so much that I changed my major to biochemistry. I continued my undergrad as biochemistry major for 3 semesters. Then I got pregnant and took a semester off from college because I had a very complicated pregnancy.

This pregnancy changed my vision of life. I started to look at life differently. Because of my complicated pregnancy, I had to follow a very strict and specific diet. I had to see a dietitian on a regular basis during the entire pregnancy. Before I met my dietitian, I was not sure about what a dietitian actually does. I realized how important a dietitian’s role is to help people live a healthy life. I gave birth to a healthy baby girl with the help of my dietitian.

Finally, I knew what I want to do and which profession I want to choose. When I went back to school after giving birth, I decided to chance my major again. I wanted to become a dietitian from the bottom of my heart. I choose dietetic major because I was passionate about becoming a dietitian. I never looked back after that. My dedication helped me to complete my bachelor degree in dietetic and currently I am doing my masters in nutrition. I am glad that I chose this profession because I can build a healthy eating habit for my family and the community that I will work with in future, and live a healthy life.

A book I would love to write about is a “memoir of my life”.  My native country “Guyana” which is located in South Ameica. I was born in Georgetown, Guyana. A typical day for me was to wake up at 6:00am and get ready for school. My school was three to four miles from my house. My brother and I would walk to school on a daily basis. After school, my brother and I would walk home and attend to our daily chores then homework. We would help our parents with dinner and take turn washing dishes. My parents,  three brothers and  I relocated to America. When I arrived in America I  attended Roberts F. Kennedy  middle school, Richmond hill high school then  Queens college. I got married and had two beautiful daughter names Brianna, and Destiny. I enjoyed  being a mom,  and a wife. After a decade of marriage, I got a divorced and now I’m a single mother. Now, I’m in my career  and pursuing my master degree in Nutrition. My goal is to become a Dietitian. My short term goal is to finish school and advance in my career. My long term goal to purchase my home and travel.

Ever since I could remember, I enjoyed helping my mom cook. I can recalled now I would stand on a stool to watch her cook. I enjoyed cooking with my mom. I enjoyed ever dish she made. All her recipes were in her head nothing on paper. I would often asked her “where are your recipies”?. She would look at me an smile. Her respond was she knows it all. We used to go shopping at the farmers market. She would teach me about different fruits and vegetables. She showed me how to select different fruits and vegetables and how to plant them as well. As I continued to explore with cooking different dishes; my passion was to become a chief. Even though I’m not a chief. I know that begin a Dietitian is something that encompass my passion for food and how to education patient about nutritions. To this day I enjoyed trying different dishes. Now that I’m a mom, my daugther love to help me cook. Her palates is very unique, however she is willing to try different dishes that I make and she critiques them. I know she likes cooking but I don’t think she wants to be a chief. I love teaching her about food and the importants of nutrition. Now, whenever she sees a commerical about food, she would ask me about it.

A book i would love to write

A Book I would Love to Write

A book I would love to write is about my maternal grandmother, who died of uterine cancer in 1997. Among seven daughters, my mom is the youngest child and was the apple of my grandparents’ eye. After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother broke apart, but she never showed her emotion. She was a strong woman, who barely got sick. Since she never wanted to go to doctors, by the time the doctors declared that she has uterine cancer was too late to do any treatment. The cancer cells had invaded the bladder, intestine, and other parts of the body. She used to live in a village and when we heard the news, we rushed there to see her. By the time we got there she could not speak anymore. She laid flat on the bed starring at people. The bed was wet with blood and flies were all over the place. The scene was so horrible and heart breaking that I could never erase that from my memory.  All my grandmother wanted was to see my mother for the last time and say some last words. Unfortunately, it was too late for anything. The disease had crawled like an earthworm and eaten her body like a vulture eats a dead cow. The pain she went through cannot be described in words. It was hard for us to see her fighting with a monster that was unbeatable. She passed away the day after we left for the city. The love she gave us cannot be measured by anything. I miss those nights when she used to read spooky stories to me. I miss those days when she used to make pitha, a type of cake or bread. She is missed every day and will be in our hearts forever.