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May 172015
 

The Eleanor Roosevelt High School Senior Awards Night was on Thursday, May 14, 2015.  We were honored to be able to present our Eleanor Roosevelt High School Share Your Passion Scholarship to three impressive young students.  This year’s Eleanor Roosevelt Scholarship Winners were Martha Rosario, Kyaw Kyaw Aung, and Eui Kyung (Pearl) Rhee.

We were delighted when we received a lot of wonderful entries this year from many inspiring young students. We originally had the intention of selecting one winner; however, after reading all the entries, we knew we had to select our three winners

Screen Shot 2015-05-17 at 4.45.19 PMMartha Rosario wrote an inspired essay about her desire to improve the environment and make the world a better place for us all. She wrote about how she used to disregard her surroundings and the pollution and litter that surrounded her. However, once she put things in focus and realized that the Earth was her habitat and a place that should be cared for and respected, that’s when she started to see things through a whole new perspective. While she acknowledges that there is not a lot of money to be made with her chosen career; she feels that the satisfaction of knowing she is doing good, will make up for that lower pay.Screen Shot 2015-05-17 at 5.15.27 PM

Kyaw Kyaw Aung wrote about his admiration for his dad and his desire to become an engineer like his father. He originally did not fully understand his father’s need to try to fix everything; he felt it was foolish when he could easily call a professional and have them finish the work a lot more quickly. However, he writes about how his impression of his father changed one day when he was able to see what a beneficial asset it could be to know how to fix all kinds of things. He soon began to understand his father’s intrinsic desire to take things into his own hands and figure out how they work.

Screen Shot 2015-05-17 at 4.58.27 PMEui Kyung (Pearl) Rhee wrote about her aspiration to play the flute and create beautiful music for others to enjoy, as well as to become a flute teacher, and/or a music therapist. She took us through the journey of her flute playing. Her passion for the flute was apparent right from the start; she talked about how she spent many hours in her bathroom practicing the flute so as to not disturb the neighbors. Eventually, when she joined the praise team at her church and began playing for individuals with special needs. Initially, she turned a blind eye to them and did not really acknowledge them; however, one day, she decided to pay attention to the audience she was playing for and that is when she saw how much joy her music brought them.

We want to give a huge thank you to these three wonderful and impressive young students, along with the rest of the scholarship participants; they inspire us to continue to devote our time and energy to working to help the youth in our community. We are sure that nothing but wonderful things await these young adults.

Aside from thanking the scholarship participants, we also would like to thank Eleanor Roosevelt High School, Pamela Snow (the Scholarship and Senior Awards Night Coordinator), and Jenna Gutman (School Counselor).  We have nothing but great things to say about them. They dedicate their lives to helping the students in their school succeed and attain all of their goals. Overall, we really appreciate the students, teachers, counselors, and parents at Eleanor Roosevelt High School and we look forward to working with all of you for many years to come.


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May 172015
 
Eleanor Roosevelt High School Scholarship Winner:

Eleanor Roosevelt High School Scholarship Winner:

“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” These sounds were constantly recurring. The perpetual hammering stimulated my ears, and the only time it was quiet was when my father finished his project. An engineer himself, he was an independent man who took everything in his now hands. My father painted the house with originality; almost every equipment we owned, from chairs to the air-conditioners, were custom-designed and made from scratch. It was difficult for me as a kid to comprehend these laborious actions. One day, my father finished another strenuous project and I asked him a simple question, “Why didn’t you just call a mechanic to fix the car’s engine?” “Because why rely on someone else when you can do it yourself?” he answered. I did not understand what this meant. I did not care that I did not understand because I was annoyed and agitated by the continuous hammering and the distance between us. I kept this frustration towards my father to myself which haunted me all the time. One road trip, however, bent my vision.

The car tire popped out of nowhere. It was already dark. I tried calling authorities for help, but we were too far from the city. It would be morning by the time assistance arrived. My face clouded from disappointment but my father stepped out of the car. All I could do in this darkness was watch. What interrupted the silence was a strangely familiar sound. “Thwack! Thwack!” I looked out the window and saw my father working, eye-level with the tire. A nut between the tire and the alloy broke while he was working. My father soaked a part of shirt with oil and attempted to remove the tire. It took him several tries, and finally it came off.

I was stunned. What he did was incredible, but how could he see light in this crisis? In that instant, my father made me realize why he chose to dedicate his sweat to fixing and inventing. It was because this ability can help people.

I aspire to be an engineer because I have seen the healing effects of engineering. For we are in a time of rapid social and technological changes, the need of engineers to think and capture creativity in engineering when developing solutions to open-ended, real-world problems is now greater than ever before. I seek to question, explore, discover, refine, and invent to repair problematic, yet attention deficit areas of technology. My childhood ephiphanies and respect for creativity in resolutions have developed into a moving passion today. As an engineer, I can work on projects that benefit people and our environment, such as developing efficient transportation systems, opting for new sources of energy, alleviating the world’s hunger, and increasing the living standards of countries. I aim to use my knowledge and ability to begin my own project in the field of engineering.

May 172015
 
Eleanor Roosevelt High School Student Wins Tutoring Scholarship

Eleanor Roosevelt High School Student Wins Tutoring Scholarship

There is a background story that must be known in order to see the passion I have acquired. My flute -the hallmark of my talents a as musician- was named Miracle, for she survived an atrocious accident: getting run over by my mom’s Toyota. however, that is not the only reason. Although one should aim to be humble, I can testify to the astounding gift of music I have acquired through countless days of practice and the benevolence of musical insight. Whereas some are quick to dismiss the flute as merely an instrument, just another tool to create sound, I perceive this piece of silver as a vessel to express my emotions in the most quintessential manner -a miracle.

Even with the congestion of economic troubles, it was my mother who emotionally and financially supported me and my trusty companion. Though very grateful, I could not bear the anticipation set for me to be successful; sadly, this became manifested in what is conventionally called stage fright. My first flute competition conjured emotions of the same ilk: anxiety, fear, and stress. My mother, being the lovely lady she is, bid me love and smile with a whisper louder than a cannon’s shot, “Sing!” I never entered a stage without letting my mother’s voice ring internally to comfort me with her eternal arms. With newfound confidence, I entered to see a panel of prominent judges. The next moment I remember afterwards is the walk to our car. I left the competition with no awards or acknowledgement.

Tasting frustration, I used this time yearning to heighten myself with elongated hours of practice. I could not relinquish my dreams of becoming a virtuoso- not yet. Due to complaints form neighbors in our apartment complex, I practiced in the bathroom situated at the furthest edge of our home. Unashamed, I was willing to practice anywhere, whether it be in the closet or the garage. What benevolence it was to even dream of playing an instrument and creating music with an enthralling story in itself! To this day, the bathroom is a place in which I am most attached and indebted to. This was where I chronicled my diary of learning, musically and personally, as I shed my dispirited heart to make room for growth and healing. In fact, this unorthodox practice room was  blessing in disguise as the particular acoustics that a tiled room created enabled me to hear every nuance in my sound quality with an increasingly refined ear. Having strengthened my technical weakness and having put together my own personal interpretation of music, I performed int he proceeding competition with more maturity and clarity than I had ever had before. As the crowning reward of art, all my previous competition failures, hours of practice in the cramped quarters of my bathroom, and consciousness of my family’s relentless love all accumulated to help me produce the finest performance defined by me. Gratefully enough, I was given an opportunity to give back what I was blessed with.

Every Sunday at church, I accompany the praise team with my flute in a service called the Love Ministry: a specialized institution particularly for the mentally challenged. In all honesty, I was initially guilty of both sentiments myself, wondering whether the songs and sermons could even be understood by these types of people who showed various signs of developmental delay. I assembled my flute, played mechanically, and left thoughtlessly each week. One day, I realized that I did not have the slightest idea of what the members of the ministry even looked like. Disturbed by this, I decided to pay attention to those for whom I was playing for. Every face displayed pure and unadulterated happiness. Not a hint of worry or regret marred their very apparent joy, I was humbled and ashamed of my prior obliviousness. All I could do was to make amends to say thank you, forgive me, and I love you. Thank you for epitomizing selflessness with your undemanding natures; forgive me for being unable to help in a greater way; and I love you for being such exemplars of innocence and grace. Graciously, these people have shown me just how unjustified and ignorant both positions are. They have made me ponder who really the minister was, as more was realized and learned through these precious people than any words or songs. Through their collective acts, my previously pretentious self has become increasingly understanding and modest- forever changed for the better.

I was not immune to the call for action stirringly expressed by Robert F. Kennedy’s “A Ripple of Hope” speech: “Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and int he total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.” My previous experiences have molded my dream. I was taught that a musician’s goal is to change the emotional state of their audience. Using the financial aid and education, I foster the hope that Miracle and I will work together to bring forth miracles of our own. As a professional performer, I want to urge people to feel raw joy or sadness through music and reflect within themselves or forget about life for a moment. As a flute teacher, I want to discipline future young adults to see the power of music and aid the world in their ways through music. As a music therapist, I would like to prescribe music, not medicine to the mentally challenged friends.

Unfortunately, I must admit that my financial position is very weak as of today. With humbled gratitude, I plan to use the scholarship rewards as assistance to completing my educational plans. I am happily imagining a portable laptop I can use away from home, or new books that will teach me in lieu of a professor who will be busy at all times. The materials are important of course, but my dreams that I walked through in this writing would have become bubbles if I did not have the financial ability to, essentially, receive professional education in college. Dear staff and representatives of this scholarship, no words will suffice to express my gratitude for your time and consideration. Although the only thing I can do now is to receive, I promise to myself and you that I truly wish to give back in the future what I have received today. i was taught that a musician’s goal is to change the emotional state of their audience. Using the financial aid and education, I engender the hope that Miracle and I will heal those who are hurt.

May 172015
 
Eleanor Roosevelt High School Student Wins Tutoring Scholarship

Eleanor Roosevelt High School Student Wins Tutoring Scholarship

I formed my strong environmental standpoint through my willingness to be educated and through the world I have seen. Even when my family had to travel across the seas, from the Philippines to America, they managed to provide me with the opportunity to go to school and give me educational advice. With these resources, I found myself passionate for the environment.

As a kid, I disregarded the things I saw daily in the streets of Manila, Philippines. Whenever my parents drove somewhere, looking outside I saw countless amounts of trash dormant in gutters, trees, and highways. I saw puffs of black smoke coming out of the tail of all vehicles. There were billboards scattered around the city, advertising phone companies or brands of milk. Those didn’t seem to matter when I was a kid, but with the education I have now do I realize that these everyday-things were contributing to the degradation of the Earth’s environment. Because it always was never “their litter,” litter is dropped in places and clumps up, mistaken for food by animals. Because a “little” smoke never hurt anyone, engines are left turned on, making it more difficult to breathe. Because money is “never” a bad thing, billboards are displayed for profitable outcomes, which distract people from the real problem: lacking awareness of self-created problems. These problems have prompted me to spark change upon the way that surroundings are left uncared for because they have no physical voice to defend themselves. These problems that existed when I was a kid, still exists today as we continue to be distracted from environmental issues that will affect is in the future.

Through extensive thinking of how these problems started, I am motivated to question why people have the “what’s in it for me?” mentality. From the community in the Philippines to the community in America I live in today, I still see people carry a selfish mentality towards little or big environmental concerns. It is scarce to see anyone do something as simple as discarding school lunches in trash cans, picking up scraps of paper in classrooms, or being compassionate towards school custodians by cleaning after a mess created. People’s lack of actions to contribute towards the well-being of their surroundings, has stimulated me to pursue a college education in environmental science and social ecology. I want to dissect the origin of why people lack the initiative to nurture their surroundings and educate myself of what can be done to improve it through influencing others to see that this planet is worth saving.

I see this world as my home and its inhabitants as people I live with. It is deeply rooted in my conscience to always feel the gumption to do something for this home of mine, despite the tendency for people to neglect their surroundings. Even if the salary of a green career is not as plentiful and rewarding as another, it would not discourage me to pursue a path that values money over the well-being of Earth. It is engrained in my lifestyle to live sustainably by reducing waste and using better alternatives to relieve some of Earth’s exhaustion from degradation. By immersing myself in an education, I am a step closer to becoming a part of the solution: to inform others of the problems that exist, to garner a group of individuals who stand on the same perspective as I do, and to build foundations of sustainability that we all can thrive on. My passion to improve the environment’s health would not only benefit itself, but every person as well. By contributing efforts to preserve Earth’s natural systems, people are able to take advantage of a safer and purer world that won’t have to endure seeing the mass extinction of trees, animals, water, and most importantly, control. By preserving our resources now, we will not have to lose control or engage in wars over it later, when it’s too late.

Some have laughed at me, discouraged me, and even sympathized me for my vision that they think will never come to pass. Their doubts and opposition only empower me to keep moving towards my goal. As long as I remember the world I have seen and continue to live in this world of environmental corruptness, I will always dream to reform the way people think and treat their environment.