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    My Freshman Year

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    My freshman year was suppossed to be my year, the year I was finally going to be in "Highschool".It was considered the most important year in my life, that I could've only dreamed about. You see,from the fifth to eighth grade i attended homeschool and smaller schools. Highschool was going to be big!I thought I was finally going to be considered a young adult.This very year 2012 would be the hardest year of my life. I remeber this year like the back of my hand. My bestfriends were Jatereus

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    The Pact

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    with your homework? Ask Holly. I’m not trying to say that I was an over-achiever, I too slacked off just as much as the next person, I guess my point is, is that I wouldn’t have been that girl if it hadn’t been for my friends. I went into my freshman year of high school very insecure about my own potential. Never did I think that I had it in me to be one of the “smart kids”. Fortunately for me, I signed up for all the wrong classes and I was forced to go to a school (yes, McDevitt was not my choice

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    The Year of the Zombie

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    The Year of the Zombie Now a high-school senior, I still remember my freshman year with a shudder; it was the year my friends and I joked about as the "Year of the Zombie." It wasn't that I had contracted a rare medical disorder that transformed me into one of the walking dead.   I had done what many diligent students do: sacrifice most of my sleep time for the sake of academic success. Don't get me wrong; my parents never mandated that I take all the honors classes I could gain admission to

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    Success With Organization and Time Managment Returning to college after having been out of the school system for seven years has been quite a challenge. For me, high school was relatively easy; I had a teacher there to hold my hand every step of the way. The college scene is completely different as O'Keeney states, “You’re really on your own when it comes to passing courses.” Having strong organization and time management skills has helped make my time at college successful thus far. I owe a great

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    Freshman Year Reflection

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    My freshman year of high consist of me being a slacker. Turning in assignments late, losing assignments, and not taking my classes seriously. My grades suffered because of the audacious behavior that I had practiced. Those grades that show up on my transcript freshman year are not a reflection of me today. I have spent the rest of my time in high school making up those mistakes that I made during my freshman year. Since then, I have been completely dedicated to my classwork and taking up positions

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    Freshman Year I’ve never know the importance of life until I was faced with death. Death stared at me every waking moment. My mind was foggy from the relentless hours of chemotherapy, needle injections, and the constant beeps from the machines I have hooked to me. Many are machines take my freedom by doing what I once was able to do on my own, like breathing or eating. I was like any kid. Was. I had a perfect life. All throughout middle school, I was, popular and everyone liked me. My parents

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    same question, wondering how countless repetitions turned a blank stare into comprehension and then excitement about a new idea. Practice made a difference -- but why? And how? I began to explore these questions in biological terms during my freshman year at Duke. In an introductory neurobiology course, I encountered the work of Hubert and Weisel, two Harvard researchers who studied the development of the feline visual cortex. They showed that if they covered one eye of a newborn kitten for the

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    Housing Limited

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    the contents a secret, was removed the first thing I saw was "NEED A PLACE TO LIVE NEXT YEAR?" It was an advertisement for some of the apartment complexes downtown. Disappointed that it was not an invitation to a club meeting with free food, I tossed the paper aside. Later I was thinking, "Maybe this is something important that I should be thinking about…" Do you know where you are going to live next year? This is a question that many of us college students are going to have to ask ourselves in

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    A View of My Philosophy

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    wrong choice. What if I didn’t like my major? What if I found nothing that I liked? I attended West Virginia Wesleyan College my freshman year with no decided major. Education had always been in the back of my mind, but I wanted to make sure that there was nothing else that would catch my attention. It turned out that nothing else did. During my freshman year I took a variety of classes in many different subject areas, but nothing seemed to spark a major interest. I was beginning to worry

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    Running For Glory

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    ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it…” Ralph Waldo Emerson is credited for these motivational words. I have lived by, and allowed these words into my life my freshman year of high school when I decided to run Cross-Country. It was a cold, brisk Saturday morning. We all packed into the big, rusted, old bus, and set off for the race. As we arrived at Kirby Park, I felt a cold chill shoot all the way up spine.

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