I turned in an application for the position of yearbook editor at my high school at the end of junior year. The two current editors and my yearbook teacher interviewed me for the position. These editors were my friends of course, but I was still so nervous, I wanted to prove to them that I was an eligible candidate. I got a few laughs in but tried to keep it as professional as I could. A few days passed and I had begun questioning the status of my application. One day in class, my teacher called me in the hallway. He was standing outside and asked me if I would like to accept the position of the editor. I was frozen, caught off guard, I was not expecting this. My heart was racing, I could feel my face getting warmer, I couldn’t speak all I could do was laugh nervously. I finally got myself together to form the word “yes.”As a freshman, I never would have thought that I would be taking on such a big responsibility. It wasn’t …show more content…
I stayed on a college campus for three days taking Yearbook and editor type classes to better prepare me for my new role which helped tremendously. On the final day, we had an award ceremony for the different schools attending. Each school had at least three students accompanied by their Yearbook advisor. However, I had to represent my school alone. The awards were for the best yearbook page design using two different types of software, a best photography award and an enthusiasm award. The only category I participated in was the page design with two girls from a different school. When it was obvious that my group did not win, I began drifting in and out of consciousness. Then an advisor of the workshop explained that the enthusiasm award wasn’t about showing school spirit, but by proving you were a hard worker, got your work done, and stayed focus. The advisor began telling of some characteristics the winner of the award showed and I began relating myself to these
My middle school’s dean smiles while handing me my certificate. I gave her my best fake smile and stood in line with the rest of my classmates who made the honor roll. I put my medal around my neck, held my certificate in my left hand, and put my right arm behind my back. I can’t believe I left my jacket in my mom’s car.
When I was young, I was always told to do the best I can possibly can and achieve the best of grades. To be flawless and to be exemplary at everything I do. These sayings said to me mostly by my Mom, have led me and helped me to, in many ways become preeminent in my education. As I was growing up those sayings have helped me to achieve excellence wherever possible, and most of the time over achieve excellence.
We live in a technologically advanced era, an era that has impacted communication immensely. Not only is communication important for social lives and individual development, but it also strikes the educational and academic spheres, as well. As a daughter of immigrant parents, I was given the immeasurable opportunity of getting an education here, in the United States. Through my family’s teachings, and my own personal development, I’ve come to value education, perseverance, a strong work ethic, and intellectual flexibility.
The election night of 2000 was a pivotal moment in my life. I stayed up all night on November 7th, 2000, not because I was enthralled with watching Florida flip-flop between Gore and Bush, but because I had an IV in my arm which made it impossible to be comfortable. Earlier that evening, I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes, a disease affecting 1 of 800 people in America. This was an especially crucial time in my life, considering I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis—an autoimmune disease that attacks the GI track in 1 of 1400 Americans—the June before, and I had my Bar-Mitzvah in September. According to the Jewish religion, I had become an adult, and as such, I had decided to greet my new medical challenges with gusto, attempting to see the silver lining from the very beginning. I cannot say that I am glad I was nature’s statistical anomaly, but I am thankful for the opportunity to see from a young age how to turn a tough situation into a positive. After almost nine years, I come back to this pivotal night in my life because it marked a change that still plays a part in my life now, and will continue to shape me in the future.
For years now it’s been my dream to attend Melbourne High School. My two cousins have attended the school in the past five years and I’ve heard how enriching being part of the MHS community can be. They have both become excellent role models for me and now I wish to experience being part of the school’s tradition for myself.
At the end of every school year, I looked forward to our annual Award 's Day Program. It was the best day ever. Moms and Dads took off work to come watch their kids get rewarded. My mom made Awards Day an even bigger deal; she bought balloons, gifts and pretty much the entire family with her. She was proud, and she had every right to be. I was a great student until I reached high school, and then something happened---Composition 1. My first day walking into Composition 1, I noticed a curly head person who wore a colorful bowtie. He looked funny to me, nerdy almost. He had a full coffee station
My contribution to the UIC Honor College community will include but not limited to community services, innovative research, acquire hands-on experience, and apply what I studied in class to real-life scenarios to make an impact on people’s lives. I have been in my School Honors Program since the sixth grade and understand that being in the honors college means more than just being academically advanced. I will bring qualities such as leadership, character, and service to the honors college community. These qualities are not foreign to me as I have demonstrated them throughout my school years. I have volunteered to tutor classmates who have struggled with their homework. I provided guidance and encouragement to classmates who struggle to maintain
I have always been someone that is afraid to fail. From such an early age as I can remember I didn’t like to be the loser in games or get questions wrong on my school work. To me failure meant that you weren’t good enough. My parents never really taught me otherwise. I don’t think my parents really felt that they had to go over failure with me even through college. I encountered many coaches throughout my soccer career and I was always the outstanding player on the team. I was used to winning, winning in games and in the classrooms.
In the summer of my junior year of high school, I attended the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards conference held at Westminster college. To this date, the time I spent at this conference was the most explementary time I have ever had. When I arrived at the conference, I honestly had no idea what to expect and really only went for the scholarship opportunities available. On the car ride to Westminster, I had the sickest feeling of nausea in my stomach, dreading to arrive. I assumed it would just be another lecture filled week of boredom. However, I soon learned, I could not have been more wrong. From the moment I stepped out of the car, I was showered with kindness and a real feeling of peace. At RYLA, as it’s often abbreviated, there was not a
I was in the middle of evaluating a logarithm when the intercom crackled to life and requested I report to the office. I paused mid equation and navigated to the office to find out why. There were nineteen others there when I arrived. Our faces mirrored looks of befuddlement. Then a teacher walked in with the announcement. I was shocked to learn that I was one of the handpicked few to become a PGC (Peer Group Connection) leader the following semester.
University Wisconsin Eau Claire offers a wide variety of experiences to its students that help them become ready for the future. I am excited to be part of the Blugold family and experience the Honors Program, participate in the study abroad, internships, and also research. These opportunities will let me learn by doing and allow me to be immersed in a field I am passionate about.
Towards the end of my freshman year, I received an email from the Newark Museum; I had been accepted into the paid-internship Science Program. During the interview for this position the supervisor was astonished by my academic achievements, the awards I’ve won during my Girl’s Varsity Basketball season, and the volunteer service I’ve done in several places including in a Food Bank and Student-In-Community service in Saint Vincent Academy. She knew I would be an excellent candidate for the program, would be able to balance my schoolwork along with being on basketball and arriving to work, and would have a lot to give in the workplace and the community. The fact that I had my first job at age 15 meant that I was no longer a kid and I was making progress towards success.
About a week later everyone submitted his or her posters online. A couple of days later she showed us which posters had been chosen by the Advanced Graphic Design students. I was so excited that my poster had been chosen. That moment was a huge turning point for me because I finally felt accomplished in something other than dance. Everyone in my class also talked about how cool my poster was. After class Mrs. Priesmeyer told me that I should definitely apply for the Advanced Graphic Design class because she thought I had a lot of talent and
I became one of the topmost pupils in my courses and had fun doing it too. Essentially, I had so much pleasure in going to school that I went to school every day, fighting through sickness and discomfort, and acquired the perfect attendance reward. At first, I believed I wasn’t the only who had perfect attendance, but alas, I was the only one in my school who established that reward; so, when I claimed it I felt all awkward, but I was content cause I felt extraordinary too. By the end of the year I felt successful and ready to take on a fresh chapter of high
Needless to say, I felt a little disenfranchised by this one. Having won that category in the yearbook this year, I felt a sudden added pressure. I was now indentured for 20 years to try to succeed in order to keep all of you from being happy. It was a lose-lose situation for all of us.