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Teenagers and charity

Charity is a form of sacrifice. In our society charity is often given at an older age. Teenagers are a part of our society but, aren’t very charitable. Why is this? Well, teenagers are often too young to understand the importance of sacrifice and helping others. Even if teenagers could understand the importance I don’t think people at that age should be giving up anything yet. They should be able to enjoy their teenage years, graduate high school and then make important decisions like who they should help and why.

Teenagers and pocket money

Teenagers having not dealt large amounts of money are often not responsible in how they spend their pocket money. So many parents believe they shouldn’t be given a daily allowance in the first place, but that is not a good idea. Giving teenagers pocket money teaches them, slowly but surely, how to responsibly spend larger amounts of money. The

If for some reason a teenager was deprived of this daily allowance or pocket money he/she could grow up and not learn how to spend money. Subsequently he/she would have economic problems as an adult.

In conclusion teenagers might me irresponsible and gullible but teaching them how to make smarter decisions is an essential part of parenting and should not be taken lightly.

A better teenage life

I live in Yerevan, the capital of Armenia. It is a city with many positive aspects and just as many negative ones. Yerevan’s population consists of half the countries people. Which means a lot of teenagers live in Yerevan.

Yerevan for a lot of teenagers is a boring, or as many Armenians put it “loqsh”, place to live, but those teenagers fail to recognize the true heart and the wonders of the city. The average teenager in Yerevan from my experience will spend most of his day playing computer games at an internet café, or hang out outside and do nothing. Subsequently he/she remains behind in his studies and a lot of the time these teenagers grow up to be Taxi drivers or cashiers for the rest of their lives making barely enough money to survive. The teenagers that do stay ahead in their studies, visit the wonderful museums of Yerevan and save time to have fun (having fun is an important part of one’s childhood) find their way into the higher classes of our society.

The problem we face is how we can increase the amount of teenagers with dreams and aspirations and at the same time decrease the lifeless teenagers that want nothing from life.

There are two key types of people in teenagers’ lives that can solve this issue, Parents and teachers. Parents need to talk to these teenagers and care about their lives. They need to understand them and show them the best direction of life. Teachers have a harder job. They need to find a way to make the classroom environment more interesting and fun. At that most teenagers love to play sports and stay active. Adults need to understand that restricting their kids from staying active decreases their productivity in the classroom.










Recording. Pilgrimage to mkitarean congregation

 Hike Across Armenia

The burning sun was melting on my untried skin while sparking a fire in my heart.  My mind was ready but my feet were trembling. Was I feeling excitement or apprehension? Did it matter?

When I was 15 I made a spontaneous decision to conquer an elusive path, a path unmarred by others’ experiences: to hike border to border across my fatherland, ⅔ with my father and ⅓ with my mother. At the time, 500km seemed like a quixotic hope.  Who was I to challenge the monumental mountains of Armenia during its August inferno?

Without even realising it, my feet began to move. I had taken the first step and faced my initial fears of “what if”.  With “Highway Star” blasting in my ears, failure slowly began to fade away from my dictionary.

During the hike, my feelings of excitement and apprehension never dulled but rather transformed into hardy tools that helped me forge my success. For three weeks, each day was a new beginning supplied with new difficulties, people and wonders.  Every day was a new battle with pain. If it wasn’t my legs screaming at me, it was the blisters popping.  Every night I was afraid to take of my socks off, knowing how many blisters would be added to my tally.

But all of these hardships would become a distant memory when I danced and sang along the side of the highway; When during the evenings we were greeted by villagers not only with open hands but with barbecue, apricot vodka and cots; When fruit venders along the highway would slice up a nice cold watermelon and sell it to us for the cost of hearing about our journey; When I could lay in the shelter shade of a lone tree whose leaves had survived the summer conflagration and embrace the ever-changing nature around me.

Then one day, while listening to the motivational tunes of Deep Purple and enjoying the clear, blue skies of northern Armenia, my eyes caught glimpse of a massive sign welcoming me to Gyumri, my final destination.

I walked into the city and, with my ambivalent stance, looked around me. At the time I was too dazed to notice the locals that were staring at my mucky face and laughing at my funky gear. It was done. I had journeyed across my world and transcended my so-called “limits”.

As I stared at my hands trying to understand what was changing inside of me, I could feel the world around me expand.

I didn’t come to realise how exactly these changes had taken place until the ride back. As I gazed out the window of my dad’s car, soaring across a road I had just spent weeks overcoming, every mile passed in a heartbeat, flooding me with memories. It was then that I realised that experiencing just a fraction of Armenia’s myriad cultures had changed me in ways that my inexperienced mind could never have imagined. It had pushed me to recognize my ignorance towards the wonders of the world, and taught me to be a sponge and embrace life around me. It was during that ride that I understood for the first time why the experiences I gain accomplishing a challenging task will always trump the comfort of finishing that task.

Today I am preparing to enter an ineffable stage of my life filled with amazing opportunities and new people. I am proud to know that the curiosity, tenacity and humility I developed through the hardship I endured will be my pillars of success as I embark on a new journey into life and navigate through my college years.  

Essay English 

Computer assembly, networks, internet protocols, e-sports, cryptocurrency and penetration testing are just a few aspects of technology that fascinate me. Not only because of their intricacies, or because a deep understanding of technology is an invaluable tool in today’s world, but because these are the disciplines that will define our future.  

I was about nine years old when my older cousins introduced me to a world where creativity has no limits. A world where each square block was literally under my control. The world of Minecraft. I would spend hours each weekend in my newfound workshop, creating realms upon realms. As I grew out of Minecraft, everything about computers started to fascinate me. I needed to understand, if nothing else, the basics of how they operated. I began taking apart old PCs that would otherwise be thrown away, and learning about their interiors. Putting them back together was more complicated.

As I was reaching the limits of how far I could take this new interest on my own, my school decided to launch an experimental class on computer hardware and software run by Cisco Networking Academy. For three hours each week, I was in heaven. I started creating spreadsheets listing the parts for hypothetical PCs I would build but couldn’t afford; learning programming languages like C++, JAVA and Python, as well as HTML and CSS; creating my own websites; downloading penetration testing tools on my laptop and hacking my understanding neighbors’ wireless networks; and even recruiting my father to trade small quantities of cryptocurrency to get a feel for online trading.

It wasn't until the summer before my senior year of high school that I could apply some of the knowledge I had gathered. When I interned at Tachyon Capital Management in New York, my boss and I started to code simulations of a new business model the company was thinking of adopting. The floodgates are now open. Information technology has evolved from an inspiration into a passion.