Educational years

of how to network. On a personal front, I could say that the lab helped me to challenge my own beliefs about myself and helped to increase my self-confidence several notches. It all began around 1 o’clock in the afternoon on 16th February. From this year the…

Madiha is six years old. Her birthday is March twenty-ninth. Madiha enjoys reading books and doing her homework. She loves to play with her friends. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mia. Every day, she would go to her aunt's house. Every day, she thought the walk was boring. Until one day, she went to a shop, and she found a beautiful rug. She took the rug home, and she found out that it was a magic carpet. She flew everywhere. She went to India to see an elephant. She went to…

yelled every time I saw it and clapped my hands. I could watch it for hours. I always imagined myself playing in the sandbox with Tommy, Phil, and Dill. However, as I have grown the Rugrats have become more than a cartoon. Seven years later came the dreaded middle school years. Suddenly there was less room for my favorite rocking chair and the tv show that kept me mesmerized for hours. The hours I spent curled up in the chair turned into hours spent struggling at my desk. Rambling to my friends…

extravagant. That place over the years had eventually become my home and a place where I belong. I took it all in and forgot about the pressure, the hundreds of thousands of eyes on me. There I was, about ready to take my first jump at the state track meet and everything closed off around me, that was the day the music had died. Silence had filled my ears, even with a roaring crowd around me, everything had finally fallen into place. I look back and remember my freshman year state track meet,…

Mrs. Anderson was my teacher for three years in middle school. Two at Central, and my last at Forest Park. She was my choir teacher. When I met her she was a taller, very pale, and a round lady. She was post pregnancy and was a regular gym goer to lose her baby weight. She wore glasses and her blonde hair was long enough for her to sit on. She was a very kind and timid woman, but when it was time to work, she meant business. Mrs. Anderson and I didn’t have a great start. I was sort of a problem…

"I am Michelangelo!" I thought to myself, as I put the finishing touches on my clay sculpture. The masterpiece stood at a monstrous height of three inches and was a grotesque combination of red, blue, and pink. I could envision myself holding the trophy for the Delhi Public School Art Contest of 2007. My teacher, Mrs. Sonia, had a different perspective. I watched as she graded my statue with a concerned look on her face. Two hours later, I would find out that my project would not even receive an…

me there amazing. When i was not even a year my baby pictures was football themed. I didn't like football till i was like three. I loved it so much, Me and my dad would always play on his bed. My Dad, Grandpa and Uncle Clay are all refs. My other Uncle Jimmy is a Coach and his kid plays football too. Also My Grandpa is the President of Gateway Football and my Great Grandfather made the first Football Club in Missouri. This is my story. When i was six years old i started playing football for…

junior/senior year i finished the whole season. The reaction during my freshman year would have been totally different then when I started my junior / senior year. If I were to start my freshman year I would have not finished the whole season, due to the teasing and “bullying”. For example some of the guys would try to match with me even knowing that they were stronger, knew more moves, and where on varsity. They have also been doing wrestling since they were about seven or eight years old,…

I started out my first year playing first chair in the concert band which was the lower ranking band. The next year I get last trombone in the symphonic band. I decided to come back for one final year and try to get into the band for the best of the bests, the wind ensemble. “Kerrigan Catlin, are you ready?”,Dr. Hartman says in a soft voice. I walk in. He asked me how I have been and he expressed how nice it was to see me again for my last year at CYM. I finish my last audition and…

Seventh grade has been a mix of amazing and crazy. You might be wondering why I don’t have a chapter for sixth grade. In fifth grade, I had expressed how I felt bored and that school work was too easy. My mother took this into account. She talked about it at conferences with my fifth grade homebase, Mrs. Breza. Then, my mom introduced the idea of skipping a grade. I knew there had been students that have skipped before me, but I never thought of the idea for myself. The school was hesitant to…