“Don’t be nervous.” This was the last thing my mom said to me before I entered my first audition for a ballet summer intensive. I was eleven. I did ok and I ended up getting in but like always there were things to improve on. Little did I know then that the teachers are always looking for three things; technique, confidence, and artistry. The audition was for Nutmeg Ballet Conservatory.
I had been practicing my speech for weeks and now the big day was finally here. I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and could barely choke down any breakfast. The 4-H Demonstrations Contest was always a huge part of my summer. First I would begin brainstorming ideas until I found one I liked, and then my mom and I would work and edit my speech until it was perfect. That year my topic was Buying Clothes the S.M.A.R.T.
I cannot believe we have another marching band rehearsal. I have to walk out to the school’s marching band practice field again for the third time this week, just to go over what we already did yesterday. It is hot, humid, and I am tired. We go through all of this work, and we do not get anything from it. Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway?
The pain and suffering caused by the search for food almost seems to cause people to lose faith by itself. Where if one doesn’t get to eat, then they become weak, causing almost inevitable death if they can’t work. Which ultimately brings people together to help each other find strength, as they are all equally likely to be “selected”. In conclusion, one can see how selection, tattoos/ID’s, and rations and food. All symbolize the hopelessness and despair that Elie and the Jews are all faced with as they try to escape the clutches of death.
Against the advice of my teachers, I left the program and went to Spotsy full-time. I have been in "regular school" for 11 weeks now. I 'm extremely unhappy here and there 's nothing that I 'd like more than to come back to Governor 's School. I find myself resenting it for the same reasons that motivated me to join the program. Busy work is my nemesis!
Of course me I forgot it was Friday which means late night shopping. While I was patiently waiting in my car I was listening to music with my baby singing and dancing. I was waiting about 15 minutes till my mom finally noticed I was outside waiting she was busy on the phone talking with her long time ago best friend.
Around the beginning of November, I got a concussion. During my time out, I was able to be a part of the student section at football games and realized that my lifelong love of cheerleading had slowly faded. When the doctor cleared me to go back to cheer, I was overcome by sadness. Cheer practice was not fun, my spots were given to other girls in the routine, and I realized that I didn 't fit in anymore. I
But i had succeed and i was excited for all driving adventured to come with my friends. I felt nothing but excitement. Driving was everything i hoped and anticipated it to be, Except for one exception. One day in June i had just gotten out of school and my little brother had called me to pick him up from the opposite side of the school building, but with an unbearable line traffic i choose to take a lap around town to get to the other side, living in a small town i thought this would take less time then waiting in the line with no patience. I was at a red light very close to the school when i had a green arrow i proceeded on driving straight until very suddenly a car had pulled out directly into the street inches in front of me, with very little time to even get my foot on the brake, i had smashed directly into the driver side of the other car.
In the car I heard Nick say to my mom “I think I made A team and Josh made B team.” I then told Nick “I think you made A team and I didn’t make any team.” The next morning I woke up , but Nick was already up and had already seen the standings. I was impressed how quickly the results were posted. I then found out that I didn’t make the team so I punched a pillow and felt it compress.I was very upset almost as mad as a little kid that didn’t get their way but in a sense I felt happy because Nick made the team. One hour later I heard my mom tell my dad that I didn’t make the team and that she thought I would just play park district for another year. After that she came downstairs and exclaimed, “It’s okay Josh, you can try out next again.” “ I don’t know if I want to play park district basketball this year.” I replied.
I’ve interviewed a lot of people that I know that have dropped out of southwest. Many of them told me that they couldn’t work, and go to school full time. So they dropped they classes, and worked full time. See a lot of people are ashamed of going to college, and dropping out because they don’t want to be talked about. Some students have car problems, and it’s hard for them to get to class on time.