Everyone always tells you to try your best and give it your all. This is exactly what I had been doing for past year in school. The day had come for my letter to arrive. The letter that decided whether or not I would get into NJHS. NJHS stood for National Junior Honor Society, and it was an honor to be asked. I stood by the window at the front of the house and gazed out into the street, staring at the mailbox. The mailman's truck rumbled up to the mailbox and the man got out and placed the mail inside. After the truck rumbled away, I grabbed the key to unlock the box and sprinted outside. I ran quickly because it was drizzling outside and I didn’t want me or my letter to be soaked. I hastily unlocked the mailbox and shuffled through the mail. …show more content…
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had worked so hard for this opportunity, and I had finally been accepted after that year of hard work, keeping my grades up and filling out forms. My goal had been reached and I couldn't be more proud of myself. I see my dad peering at me from the top of the stairs. “Dad, I got in! I’m so excited!” I exclaimed happily. “Good job. We are so proud of you!” my dad said, smiling at me. None of us could be happier, especially me. It was the day of the induction ceremony, two weeks after I had recieved my letter. My stomach was filled with butterflies that just didn’t want to rest. All of the students that were accepted couldn’t stop moving and fidgeting around. We looked like bees in a hive that had been shaken. I kept smoothing the pleats on my skirt, a nervous habit I developed. After what seemed like hours, they opened the tall oak doors of the chapel. As we were walking to the pews where we would sit, I scanned the crowd for my mother. My mom flashes me a comforting smile, reassuring me of my worries, temporarily. All of the inductees reach the pews and …show more content…
And from what I gathered from looking around me, others were too. Lauren Way, an usher, signaled for us to stand and to make our way to the altar. My hands were shaking, and I wished they would stop. We stay standing as reach the altar. To calm my nerves, I thought that in about five minutes, I would have a new pin on my jacket. I really couldn’t wait. My brother looks at me to be still, so I stop. “Annabelle Alemand and Cameron Alemand,” Mr. Laskoski, our head of middle school, says. My brother and I slowly walk to the altar, posture stiff and smiles on our faces. We receive our pins. I examine mine and see that it is a silver torch, the word “NJHS” in blue on the handle. My posture was stiff, but I had a giddy smile plastered on my face. It was 7 o’clock, and the ceremony had ended. Everything had gone as planned, thankfully. I was taking pictures and saying thank you to everyone. But I stopped suddenly with a realization. I realized in that very moment that if you really try to work hard for something, like I did, it will pay off. I had worked as hard as I could, sometimes sacrificing things I wanted for it. But I had done the best I could, and it had gotten me this
As I began to walk to the stage to receive my certificate for making the AB honor roll, my knees begin to wobble. I tone out the cheers and the voice of my mom yelling my name. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans as I came closer to stairs. Each step I took, I continue to ask myself why, today of all days, I forget to bring my jacket.
The letter that Skylar had been waiting on for a while finally arrived. It’s his acceptance letter to The Fort Valley State University 1890 land-grant institution. This is the conversation we had on the bus ramp early one morning as Skylar was entering the building. Skylar has been one of my best agriculture students for the last four years. He is dedicated and has a strong willingness to succeed. Since the first day of my class he has always had a dream to attend college, but because he was a special needs student and money was a problem he wasn’t sure he would be accepted. This acceptance letter was proof for him that he was going to college and become an animal science major. Skylar is the first in his family to go to college. During this time of the year Skylar isn’t the only one getting these acceptance letters, thousands of students all over the country are
As a student at Northvale Public School, I have grown up with my older siblings being inducted into an organization called the National Junior Honor Society. I had seen all the hard work and dedication they put into their school work and activities just to get into this society, making me want to be just like them. Then a few weeks ago, I found a note on my desk in homeroom telling me that I had been nominated to be apart of this society. Through citizenship and character, leadership, and service, I intend on being inducted into the society I have heard so much about. Though it will take a lot of effort this school year, being a part of this society is a dream of mine that I will make sure to come true.
When I initially received the epistle inviting me to apply for the National Junior Honor Society, my inceptive thought was of gratitude for the recognition. My academic success has been a staple in my life since pre-kindergarten. Whether at school or in any other setting, learning is one of my major objectives. It gives me the self satisfaction of obtaining knowledge and sharing it with others. Maintaining an unweighted GPA of 4.0 for the past 2 1/2 years in middle school has not been without challenges, but those trials will help to develop strength needed to navigate through
...lings that overcame me: it was the first time I felt as though I was important, the first time I felt as though I was a scholar, and most importantly, the first time I felt as though I belonged. I want to be an active voice on campus and in the classrooms; I want to be a role model to the diverse student body; I want to branch out with the opportunity given by GS; and most of all, I want to grow into the leader I dream to become.
Being accepted to college can be the most exciting time of a person’ life while also being the most disappointing. According to an article from Forbes, titled “Too Poor For College, Too Rich For Financial Aid,” author Robert Farrington wrote a story about his daughter’s college application experience. She patiently awaited to hear back from her top choice school, the prestigious John’s Hopkins University. After months of pure anxiety, a giant envelope arrived in the mail. The colorful exterior gave away the seemingly great news that the envelope enclosed. After opening the envelope, her acceptance letter revealed itself. According to Farrington, at first, the family was over joyed. Their kid got into her top choice college! But after moving
In the days leading up to her graduation, she was so excited about receiving her diploma for her academic accomplishments, even though she hasn’t accomplished a lot in life by experiencing a little bit of it. She felt like the birthday girl with her pretty dress, beautiful hair, and the presents she received from Uncle Willie and her mother. She felt like it w...
As a student at Ridgeway Middle School, I understand that my academic performance and achievement are the results of my hard work and dedication, which led to the opportunity of me becoming a leader and member of the National Junior Honor Society. By obtaining a GPA of 3.6 and higher, I strongly believe that I have met expectations and requirements to honorably become a member of the National Junior Honor Society. Additionally, I have participated in many competitions, let alone studying and school commitment.
It had been a fairly good week. I received an A on another one of Mr. Jackson’s exams, and completed another week of eighth grade basketball ‘practice’, which in my case consisted of standing against the wall watching the starters run the plays. It was only my first year playing, so I was just enjoying being on the team with my friends. But that weekend was to be unlike most others in my past. I was attending my aunt’s wedding downtown. I was to watch my aunt, who I had known my whole life, and her boyfriend, who I had known for about 3 years, commit to each other the rest of their lives before the audience of people they knew the best. The last wedding I had attended, in 2004, was a very different experience for me. I was younger and knew less about how the world
I have accomplished a lot in a short period; however, my journey is not complete until I continue my education. Essentially, this degree will help foster my growth and career success. My passion and dedication will speak for itself. My hard work and determination will prevail and I am a fit more than the next applicant because I have the passion, experience, critical thinking and analytical skills needed to complete this program through successfully arguing my capstone in front of a board or committee. My goals are definitely aligned with this program and I hope my next read is an acceptance letter from the admissions council.
As I opened the doors to Ps 135. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was the first day of school in America for me and I had been feeling nervous all that morning my mom, and my aunt I stepped inside the school. I looked inside the gigantic hallway, beautifully colors radiating from the walls and the walls covered with student work and pictures. My aunt told my mom, we had to go to the office to register me into the school. My mom told me “wait out here “I didn’t want to I wanted to get to meet all the staff. I had never been so nervous in my life Finally, I decided to ask my mom something. “Mom, do you know how to say I don’t know how to speak English very well in French?” I asked her in French. She didn’t know since she was new to the country as well. We finally got to speak with a staff member and she was very nice she explained everything and I became an official student at PS 135.
Right now, a buzz is going through the hall in which all the seniors are waiting and they look like bees swarming in the hall. It’s becoming hot and we’re all getting impatient. Amber is more composed and enjoying the good times in the present. She is standing there happy but sad to be dispersing from the rest of her classmates. Ann, the smartest one is having a little fun but not really. Her feelings are that of a person who realizes she’s going to miss what she had, but wanting to get the ceremony over with because it’s taking too long. Standing in that room we are together and enjoying one last real time capturing a picture with each other. Amber’s mom is so proud of her daughter that she keeps talking and smiling and trying to part of every MOMent. Amber is thinking to herself that she wishes her mom weren’t there but she’s ‘happy inside because someone is cooing over’ her. As Ann is standing beside Amber she keeps getting these expressions that say, she likes being with her friends but, ‘what is taking so long? Can’t we get out of these dang robes, yet?’
That turning point has made me believe more in myself. I always try to my very last effort till the last second however hard it sounds. Thanks to that principle, I have been able to overcome many obstacles, and gain others’ appreciation. I have become the confident president of a 120-member-club, the enthusiastic leaders of many major environmental projects in Vietnam and the potential global youngster.
My day started as usual, after I woke up and prepared my coffee. When I checked the To-Do list, the first thing on the list was checking the mail. When I went outside, it was a nice weather that made me feel that it is going to be a good day for me. I entered the house and sat on the couch. Then I started to check my mail one by one. There was a white fancy envelope with a golden title that got my attention. I immediately opened the envelope to see what it was about; I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was an envelope of victory, encouragement, and success. After many discouragements, struggles, and disbeliefs of my academic success, I knew my journey had truly begun.
“ill wait for your dad to get down here to bring up the great news we have for you”.