Hobbies and interests
Poetry
Writing
Cooking
Reading
Research
Business And Entrepreneurship
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Romance
Cultural
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I read books daily
Olivia Norwood
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Hi, my name is Olivia. I am very passionate about teaching special education children. I have always loved the world of education from a young age. I hope you like my bio!!
Education
Belleville High School-East
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Special Education and Teaching
- Education, General
Career
Dream career field:
Education
Dream career goals:
To teach special education children and to have a higher degree after my bacholr's degree.
Future Interests
Advocacy
Volunteering
Hester Richardson Powell Memorial Service Scholarship
Throughout my life, I have endured both happiness and pain. On April 27, 2021, my grandfather, Jimmie Lee Jones, passed away while I was at school. He was seventy-two years old when he passed. I remembered coming home and experiencing my mom’s pain. My heart sank like a boat drowning into the bottomless abyss sea. I knew the upcoming weeks would be a struggle as I absorbed the unexpected news. Suddenly, everything became a blur with my vision and hearing. I could not eat without crying for weeks. At the time, my mom was very reserved as well because she was hurting so much. The pain was palpable.
All I seemed to have left were the beautiful memories that we shared. However, after his passing, I had an impactful dream about my grandpa, telling me to be who I truly am. He reiterated that I should not mask who I am like he did part of his life. Even though I never really learned about his side of the family, I knew that he was a happy man, but he was also plagued with traumatic memories from the war. After his passing and experiencing my dream, I could understand his message; I knew I had to overcome my adversity and be my true self, if not for me, then at least for him.
It should be noted, that around the end of August, I heard that my father was in the hospital because he had a stroke. His vision in his right eye was gone and he couldn’t breathe well or normally. Then, he was tested positive for Covid-19. His breathing wasn’t getting any better, and he wasn’t looking good when I saw the pictures. I couldn’t see him because he had Covid. On the morning of September 3, 2021, he passed away. He was fifty-three years old. It hurts me that the two most important men in my life died in the same year.
The resilience in me inspired my friends to know that there are different ways to grieve. Using tools like hobbies and writing poetry was a great thing for me to heal from the loss of my father and grandpa. I wrote a trilogy of poems when my grandpa passed. While I wrote two poems about my father. Poetry allowed me to express my emotions better and see the skills of writing that I have learned over my scholastic career.