I was an 8th grader at St. Martin's Episcopal school and had thoroughly enjoyed the last four years of my life. The teachers were wonderful, the academics were strenuous but rewarding, and most of all my group of friends were almost unbeatable. Although we spent most of our time in the Dean's office sitting on the brown leather couch decorated with a variety of candy pillows, we truly were a good group of guys and were not looking to our final years together. Sure, we kept telling ourselves we would all get into the same private high school but deep down we knew our days left together were limited. I had done well in school over the past couple years and was not too worried about getting into a good High school. I had already started my
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Although I loved the idea of McCallie, I knew I could still go an entirely different route if I was not accepted. Over the next several weeks I began to forget about McCallie and cherished the time spent at school with my friends. I arrived home one day too find the trashcans still at the bottom of the driveway. Although it was my sister's turn to take them up, I did not mind the walk and went down to get the trash cans. As I came back up pulling both trash I heard my mom yelling my name. I quickly hurried the rest of the way up the driveway too find my mom standing there with phone in hand. She handed it to me with a smile on her face and said it's for you. Hello I said, wondering who was on the end of the line. Mr. Daughdrill, Immediately responded congratulating me on my early acceptance to McCallie. I thanked him several times before handing the phone back to my mom. After they finished talking, I immediately began to celebrate with my mom. I was ecstatic that I had been accepted this early. As 8th grade year wrapped up I was sad to leave but ready for summer. I spent almost every day golfing or hanging out with my group of friends from school and had an absolute blast. I forgot all about high school for the time being and simply enjoyed the time I had left with my friends. In June I began to receive acceptance letters from surrounding schools, and came home one day too a St. Pius packet laying on the kitchen table. I ripped it open and found an acceptance letter along with information sheets and other pamphlets. This changed everything, I had gotten into my two favorite
Although I loved the idea of McCallie, I knew I could still go an entirely different route if I was not accepted. Over the next several weeks I began to forget about McCallie and cherished the time spent at school with my friends. I arrived home one day too find the trashcans still at the bottom of the driveway. Although it was my sister's turn to take them up, I did not mind the walk and went down to get the trash cans. As I came back up pulling both trash I heard my mom yelling my name. I quickly hurried the rest of the way up the driveway too find my mom standing there with phone in hand. She handed it to me with a smile on her face and said it's for you. Hello I said, wondering who was on the end of the line. Mr. Daughdrill, Immediately responded congratulating me on my early acceptance to McCallie. I thanked him several times before handing the phone back to my mom. After they finished talking, I immediately began to celebrate with my mom. I was ecstatic that I had been accepted this early. As 8th grade year wrapped up I was sad to leave but ready for summer. I spent almost every day golfing or hanging out with my group of friends from school and had an absolute blast. I forgot all about high school for the time being and simply enjoyed the time I had left with my friends. In June I began to receive acceptance letters from surrounding schools, and came home one day too a St. Pius packet laying on the kitchen table. I ripped it open and found an acceptance letter along with information sheets and other pamphlets. This changed everything, I had gotten into my two favorite