Национальная Академия Авиации

Самостоятельная работа 2

Факультет: Инженер Логистическим и транспортным технологиям

Курс: 1

Группа: 2213r

Студент: Атилла Ахмедов

Преподаватель: Замараева Татьяна Васильевна

Предмет: Деловое и Академическое на иностранном

языке(Английский язык)

Тема: Describing yourself

Баку-2023
 Myself “I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are
for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our
chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.” I find common
ground when reading this quote from Henry David Thoreau. As quoted by many, solitude is bliss.
Stepping out of the hustle and bustle of the world to be by oneself for moments in time are quite
beneficial. When people are alone, there is more flexibility for relaxation and freeing of the mind.
Throughout high school, I was quite a socialite. Through my student leadership class and holding
class offices, I would be put in charge of planning school events such as community service
projects, dances, pep rallies, and so much more. A part of planning huge events, of course, is
having to work cooperatively with several other people. However, working with so many people
also brings out the sad truth that you cannot always satisfy everyone’s expectations, and you may
also get frustrated with not getting what you hoped for yourself.
Situations like those taught me to do things by myself to get a higher chance of getting the
results I wanted. In other words, “if you want something done right, do it yourself.” As far back
as I can remember, I was always trying to do things by myself. In second grade, when all my
other classmates would admit to getting help from their parents on an art project, I would proudly
say that I did mine by myself. In eighth grade, when my science teacher assigned a group project
on planets, I researched the information, made a brochure, built a model of Saturn, and prepared a
Powerpoint presentation all by myself. All that I asked of my two other partners was to buy
lollipops to pass out to the class after our presentation. In my freshman year of high school,
because I had too much free time, I occupied myself by learning how to use HTML codes for
web designing and how to graphic design. My school and small organizations would ask me to
create artwork for them. By junior and senior year, I was so busy that finishing homework was a
hassle. People around me would offer one another to have a look at their assignments to copy, but
I would just act interested to not offend a person’s offer for help. In reality, I just went home and
did the work myself. I am a strict enforcer of doing things yourself to ensure that the results are to
your liking. Why am I like this? I just like to work alone. There are many reasons behind the
method to my madness. When working with other people, it is never 100% certain that each
person will hold up their end of the stick. In the past, I was the person giving my 110% effort,
only to realize that those around me are just fulfilling their bare minimum.
 I was the friend who would open my closet to gal pals when they needed a last-minute
outfit to wear to someone’s sixteenth birthday bash or a dinner date with a new boy. They would
come at random times, dig through my things, grab what they needed, and go, leaving my room
like it was hit by a tornado. The most disappointing part is when you ask to do the same, but the
favor is not returned. I was the friend on-call. People would only call on me when they needed
something. Experiences have led me to accept that you cannot depend on anyone but yourself.
Sometimes I wonder why I have never been in a serious relationship. I never really date around or
flirt. At one point, I thought I had really high standards and was looking for something only
possible in those teenage love stories from the eighties. Here are my friends, one moment gushing
to me about the flowers their significant other would leave on their doorstep to crying to me
because of a sudden breakup or an overdramatic fight over something probably insignificant. The
emotional fluctuations are irritating.
Moving ahead often means leaving certain things and people behind. Life often propels us
into situations where we finally decide the things that once worked no longer do. I had not learnt
to make decisions once, make them right and make them final. I kept repeating the same patterns
over and over again, such needless repeats with their expenditure of energy that I could well have
done to conserve. The truth hurts and often alienates; but there comes a time when you just have
to tell it like it really is. I had for too long said what everyone else wanted to hear, too afraid to
express my own opinion for fear of criticism and rejection. I believed I didn’t have the right to
anyway. It felt as though I had spent half my lifetime straightening out constant mess,
misunderstandings, hurt feelings, damaged egos, and when I was not being treated fairly I was
afraid too afraid to speak up. My lust for recognition and approval brought destruction upon
myself. I didn’t understand that I had options at my disposal but I couldn’t pick anything up with
my hands so filled with unnecessary baggage....Yeah I lost myself somewhere. I held onto the
familiar even when it wasn’t working any more, clutching on to a dead marriage, sentimental
about people who were not sentimental about me. I needed to learn to lose... I was emotionally,
physically and spiritually bankrupt, dealing with too needy people who were always holding out
for more, making me feel obligated and guilty, and never feeling able to put myself first. It was
time to relinquish the need to be needed, to acknowledge that there is a difference between
helping and carrying others. I was giving to others what I so desperately needed for myself.
 The fear of rejection and criticism imprisoned my common sense.But it was now a matter
of survival and some relationships needed to be left behind in order for me to move forward on
my journey of healing and recovery. Yet I didn’t know how to just walk away. I was living in
stalemate locked in pent-up, silent frustration. The choice was mine I knew. Only I could decide
what I allowed to cling to my soul or what I would strip away. Fear, insecurity, was the reason I
could not let go I was scared. Fear only served to cripple my creativity it crept into my life and
diminished my self-image. Fear sneered at me in the mirror in the mornings: "You could have
done better." Lord knows this played in my mind over and over but yet I still couldn't move. Fear
manifested itself in my need to make people know who I really was and what I had done, because
I feared I would be overlooked, or not measure up. The nagging insecurity that lurked at the back
of mind whispered constantly, "You will never make it or amount to anything," These words
were said daily it became a part of my life. This dented my armor and undermined my
effectiveness.
In my family there is a tradition of interest in science: my grandmother was college
professor in chemistry and physics, and both my parents were trained as mechanical engineers
in college. When I was a kid, my mom showed me a box full of extremely tiny gears – those
that table clocks are made out of – and told me what each part was for, and I remember thinking
―this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. I have been interested in mechanical structures and the
inner working of human-made and natural things ever since.
My interest in natural structures and systems began with photography. I find it an almost
magical technique of preserving any natural phenomenon from large to small. It also gives me a
chance to look at things very closely and wonder about them for as long as I like. I took
photographs extensively when I travelled in China, and later in my first year of college. My
interests intensified and went beyond just apparent forms, when during my first summer in
college I read about linear and nonlinear dynamics, emergence behavior, game theory,
neuroscience and spatio-temporal pattern formation in books intended for undergraduate
students or the general public. I decided that my appreciation for nature would only deepen and
advance if I learned about the underlying theory of the nature of beauty, instead of just the
beauty itself. I’m also more and more convinced that we can gain insights into the very large
structures in our universe by looking at smaller structures like cellular pathways or subatomic
particles.
In order to understand the physical world further, I enrolled in both physics and
mathematics programs. Even with the strong theoretical emphasis in my curriculum choice, I
still find physically touching, seeing and manipulating things among the best ways to
understand them. I enjoy doing lab works in physics, and I have worked in a machine shop,
sculpture studio, art museum, and taxidermy studio. However, the elegance, simplicity, and
power of theory are even more appealing to me as a scientist. As I acquire more and more
background in mathematics, I realize what a powerful language and metaphor it is to science. I
enjoy engaging myself in philosophical arguments about the nature of mathematics and physics
with my physics and astronomy professor Dr. Robert Harmon and my best friend in college
who is a neuroscience student. My research project last summer was on an eclipsing binary star
system, LV Hercules, which has high orbit eccentricity. From the beginning of the project, I
was very enthusiastic about teaching myself observational astronomy from scratch. The project
was sponsored by the Arkansas Center for Space & Planetary Sciences at the University of
Arkansas, a new research center consisting of mechanical engineers, chemical engineers,
astronomers, biologists and cosmologists. I enjoyed the interdisciplinary group dynamics during
weekly seminars, while at the same time working in the physicsresearch building, where I could
talk to other physicists about their work on material science, numeric and computation, or
quantum optics. During the process of learning about the universe – seeing, touching,
experimenting, thinking, and researching--I also have learned about myself. I find the only way
I can learn anything meaningful is to ask ―why,‖ which is the central thread of any inquiry –
experimental, theoretical, philosophical or intellectual. I always try to find the boundary to the
chain of knowledge or reasoning. For example, in the world of astrophysics, I find the jets from
black holes and pulsars interesting, I find cosmic background radiation interesting, and I find
the origin of universe intriguing, since we do not know how these phenomena have come into
being. My liberal art education also has provided me inspiration and reflection on science
education. Having found that college science outreach consists almost entirely of cool
demonstrations of scientific phenomenon, I tried to create another area of interest in science and
scientific thinking, by demonstrating the power of reasoning, logic and critical thinking. That
was the main objective when I gathered students and faculty members and created the
Freethinkers Club on campus last fall.
We discussed the teaching of the theory of evolution in public schools, and
pseudoscientific influence in public policy making. We tripled the size of our mailing list after
just one semester. The liberal arts approach gives me opportunities to explore all these different
experiences and ways of learning. I want to continue exploring the beauty and elegance of our
universe in my life, my studies, and my career. For me, seeking out and understanding such
mysteries—large and small—is like discovering and collecting jewels, or something even more
elegant, like the tiny gears of a mechanical clock.