To my astonishment, tears filled my eyes as I packed the car and uttered my final goodbyes, leaving behind what felt like had become my home. I never imagined that I would miss attending the ten hour days of rigorous dance classes, eating mediocre cafeteria food, and constantly feeling on the brink of physical and mental exhaustion. As German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche cleverly stated, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” This proved to be absolutely true throughout my four week experience at the California State Summer School for the Arts at CalArts where I learned the imperative life lesson of perseverance. The first week of the intensive was definitely one of the most physically and mentally exhausting weeks of my life. On the
Buying my first car Growing up, I was raised as an only child so I had to find ways to be imaginative and crafty on my own. I liked the match box cars. I was a tomboy. I enjoyed making the “vroom” sounds and shifting the pretend gears that the car had. I would daydream that I was driving to the store or to the mall with my friends.
Always perfect each movement like I was in a game. The first two weeks went by and our coach had finally made her decision about positions. As we were driving down the highway back from a scrimmage in Wells, I heard my name called from the front of the bus. My hands started to sweat, my knees shook like they could start and earthquake, and my heart was beating so fast it could jump out of my chest. Anxiously waiting to hear those five words that I’ve strived for.
I then get a call 4 days later asking me for an interview. So, I did. and I got the job. My main goal was to keep the job and get as much money as possible so I don’t have to keep asking my parents for money and seeming like a spoiled brat. As training with my job ending I began to love working at taco bell.
Serving at the troupe meant agreeing to months in production, and hours of assisting at multiple practices each week. Only after counting my service hours did I realize I spent 286 hours of service at Vagabond alone (in total I have completed approximately 397 hours of service). Unsurprisingly, commitment to long stretches of time meant that service at the troupe came in periodic bursts when I could manage a play and my course load. Serving over the summer was particularly appealing but somewhat difficult as both of my parents work and for the majority of high school I could not drive. As a rising junior, I vividly remember biking four miles from my house to the theatre and four miles back for a month.
While challenging, for the most part, I conquered through each day and week with little episodes of headaches, insomnia and nausea. What really encouraged me and helped me to meet my weekly goals was talking to family and friends throughout the week and knowing that everything was going to work out in the end. And after each week, if no more than 4 episodes, I would get to go home and have a fun day out. Overall I was very successful at meeting my SMART goal on a weekly basis. I met my goal 4 weeks out of 12 weeks.
If so would you be willing to send me a copy? Again I look forward to hearing from you again. Its crazy how time flies. It feels like just yesterday that I was cramming to get those summer readings done, naive to healthcare and heading into new visions. In three short years my growth has been tremendous to the point that when we were volunteering at this big festival in Schenectady this past staurdaty one of my students about half an inch if his index finger off.
During the party I met several current Launch members and I had begun to feel like I was going to look forward to being associated with Launch forever. In this case, forever was going to last only my four years of high school. At my first official meeting the majority of the time was used to plan the upcoming Greenlight Walk happening in Jackson. During the walk we would be walking around Jackson to raise awareness about the problems faced by youth living on the streets. The next night was the walk and I had never felt such satisfaction.
Within the next hour, my family will be on the road to Disneyworld! It is not my first time going to Disneyworld, however, it is my first time in four years. I am so excited that I am the first one completely packed and ready to go. As I sit on the tan leather couch in my living room, waiting for my parents and siblings, I imagine walking down the crowded streets of Disneyworld. I hear the children’s laughter, as well as the Disney music that is being played.
I ended up having to stay with my mother the whole summer. Getting to know new people, surrounding myself with positive people, even was willing to go to a new school to start a new life, a good like with positive vibes. But in the midst of everything I got scared, scared to start my whole life over. Yes, i was only in tenth grade I had two other years left in high school, did I really want to start over? To answer your question, the answer was no.
I was inundated with an unexpectedly heavy workload in even the first three weeks and ended up pulling my first all-nighter the day before speech day, beginning to compose my personal statement at around 2AM. I stumbled into the auditorium later that afternoon, bleary-eyed and exhausted, and slurred my way through the speech. Needless to say, I lost tragically, and my dreams of becoming the next Barack Obama were temporarily shattered. However, I didn’t let this first loss slow me down. I continued to press forward, completing my sophomore class president speech weeks ahead of time and even laminating it several days before speech day in an effort to present myself in a professional light.
Paoli Fall Festival Parade. On September 10, the Paoli Fall Festival Parade took place. “As far as scoring is concerned - we were the ONLY band at our Fall Festival Parade - so it was easy to be in "1st Place," Said Mr. Laughlin, The Pride of Paoli Band Director. 25 to 30 years ago, many bands came to the local town parades and participated. In 1999, we had 10 bands at the Mitchell Persimmon Festival ... for it was their 150th anniversary and they paid the bands to come).
Finally we walk back to the car exhausted we start the task of getting the car to 44 Mckinley St and we arrive four hours later covered in sweat and dehydrated. She invites us in and gives us beds and we pass out. The next morning I woke up at twelve and she had made lunch for us and left a note, “Dear friends, Please try and be at work at
Walking out the hall, I could see more people walking in only hoping that they are going to vote for me. We got back in the car after everyone casted their vote and turned the radio on. About two and a half hours ago, the results were in. With everyone by my side, I watched the polls go my way as the reporter stated that “Bill de Blasio takes the lead over Nicole Malliotakis as he wins the borough of Brooklyn.” I was left with new words as the room fills with
As I walked into Dr. Hamer’s classroom on Thursday, August 13th I did not know what to expect. It was only the second day of Dual Credit Composition, and we knew we were getting a our first paper assigned⎼so soon! but I had not mentally prepared myself. About five minutes after Dr. Hamer told us, “Good afternoon,” she began passing out the rubrics. I look down at the paper and read the title “reflection based on narrative: literacy narrative.” As I read down the lines of the assignment sheet my heart began to speed up when I see that it is worth 100 points and it must be approximately four pages-that is the most I have ever had to write!