Sophomore

Butterflies filled my stomach and my palms started sweating. This was the moment I had been waiting for since third grade. “I must be next… right?” I thought to myself. I looked down at my outfit: tacky dress shirt, obligatory tie, creased khakis, and boat shoes. I put in the work, I dressed the part—there’s only one piece missing. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is our Hillsborough High School varsity lacrosse team,” announced the coach. Cheers and applause poured out from the crowd, but it left…

The jump of my grades from sophomore year of high school to my junior year was astronomical because I started realizing what assessment was actually supposed to be used for. It is so the teacher knows if you have obtained the information that he/she has given to you. As a student, I…

death of my best friend for me to realize that I must enjoy life in the very moment, and not to over plan the future. High school is stressful as it is with your standardized tests, to your petty "he said/ she said" drama. With that in mind, Sophomore me was finally making a name for herself and grabbing life by the neck while dealing with those pesky high school downfalls. I felt pretty at ease, especially compared to how Freshman year went. You see, I pretty much had to start all over.…

at the time board with hope. Hope was all I had at that moment. I could not believe my eyes when I saw the time on the board. I missed my letter time by less than a second. I failed to accomplish my main goal that season. I had to move on. Sophomore year came with the same goals in mind…

Marching band has been the most enriching activity that I have ever been a part of. When I first came to high school I was scared, marching band allowed me to make friends and have a wonderful freshmen year experience. I was new to a school as a sophomore because my family moved across the country, marching band was able to make me feel at home in this new place and allowed me to adjust more quickly. As I grew older I received leadership positions in the band, junior year being a Uniform…

Show Choir will be auditioning for next seasons line up in the choir room on May 8th. Sophomore Asia Brewer is one of the people that plan on auditioning for Show Choir next year. Brewer was in show choir last year. She really enjoyed it that is why she trying again this year. “The auditions are not hard because you are doing what you know,” said Brewer. They usually take up 60 people after audition, but a lot will people quit. After someone quits they get replaced by the next person in line.…

School Softball coach. I’ve been playing softball since my Freshman year. When going into Highschool I wanted to try at least one more sport then what I usually played which was Volleyball and Basketball. My freshman year I played all 3 sports. My sophomore year I got cut from the volleyball team so only played basketball and softball. The 2 years I’ve been playing softball I developed such a deep passion for it, so my junior year I dropped basketball to focus on softball. I made varsity center…

Sophomore year I lived in College Hall South (CHS), one of the new buildings that went up. The class of 2017 (that’s my class) was the first to get to live in there so we got the untouched, unsoiled, fresh haven. We also got the unfixed glitches (fire alarms for days mehn -_-) but still CHS was awesome. I had the best roomie- her name is Maimuna. Maimuna is a hijabi- a muslim woman who covers her hair. A lot of people were actually kinda shocked that I chose to room with her. They assumed…

of course, made me feel awful. After the season was over, I was lucky to have a mom that would drive me to Vienna three to four times a week to train at Greenmont Racquet Club. I've been training there for about six hours per week ever since. My sophomore season, the first season after I began training, I saw huge improvement in my game. I was ranked 3rd of 13 and playing varsity singles, my friend was still one spot on the line up ahead of me but I was catching up. I had an okay season, winning…

It all started on an Autumn afternoon back in 2012, when my beloved mother told me that she decided that it was best for me, my sister and her to move to U.S.A. Don’t get me wrong, since I was a little girl, I wanted to travel the world, I wanted to experience new things, meet new people, talk different languages. But not at twelve. I wanted to stay in Barranquilla, Colombia; I wanted to stay with my culture, my traditions, my family and everything that I was accustomed to. However I was only…