An energetic, excited third grader presses his face against the glass of the car window trying to get a glimpse of the building that he knows looms around the corner. He's been waiting for what seems like forever to go inside that building, to watch State Basketball. Finally, the Kohl Center comes into sight. The atmosphere around it, the way it looked, just felt right to him. That energetic third grader was me, and every year I return to Madison to watch the greatest high school teams in the state
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When I was younger I was always asked the question "what do you want to be when you grow up?" Whenever I was asked that question I was always stumped. What DID I want to do for the rest of my life? I wanted to finish middle school, start high school, and go to college. Like it was as simple as that. At the time I did not know what I wanted to study in college. I mean I was only in middle school at the time and everyone expected every little detail in my life to be planned out already. I would always
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As a teenager, it is way too soon to decide on a major that will determine the rest of my life. Lucky for me, I had the privilege to take a variety of different classes during my high school career to help me discover my college major and form new goals. Classes like weight training, chemistry, band, creative writing, and American politics never truly sparked a flame in my heart. But, when I took the computer programming class my senior year, I finally knew. Everything escalated from that semester
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If I would have read this essay to a crowd three years ago, my body would have been trembling, my palms would have been drowning in sweat, my face would have colored into a tomato red, and the words would not have been able to escape my mouth. Since a young age, I have been diffident, introverted, and anxious. I would persistently cling to my mother’s side in fear of drawing attention to myself and answering the phone for even a relative was always a constant worry of mine. Anywhere I went my anxieties
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The Right Nudge “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.” – Markus Zusak. Words are my greatest friends and enemies. They cause my emotions to spur up and spill over more than people or pictures have ever been able to do. They make me cry out in anger or grief or make me laugh so much, my stomach and cheeks hurt, but in the best way possible. They give me the strength and courage to face the next day, even when everything seems to go wrong. Words fascinate
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During my first years of high school, I believed all the marvelous opportunities that were presented to me were because I was in the right place at the right time. It was not until I was solely responsible for my future that I realized that I create the greatest and most successful opportunities for myself. During my sophomore year of high school, it seemed as though everything was going right. I was one of the top students at my private school, an athlete on three varsity teams, a dedicated member
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"Give and it shall be given unto you" are the first lines of a popular gospel song generally sung during offering time. When I think of philanthropy, this song comes to mind. Philanthropists charitably give without seeking a tangible return. They receive emotional rewards such as happiness, satisfaction, and many more. According to Berkeley University, “giving feels good when you make it a choice, make a connection, and make an impact.” This is why I would be honored to be a part of this Youth Philanthropy
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dreams become withered away like flowers without water. friends vanish like smoke in the air. relationships cause damage like a house fire. life gets crazy. things change. some for better and some for worse. But somehow, life came back in full circle. 20 years on earth has been a journey. A journey I never saw myself on and never the journey I thought of when I was a little girl. I always saw pretty blue skies covered with clouds of never-ending joy. Year 16 was the absolute worse year of my life
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She was the reason for frustration. Anger. Maybe even tears. For three years, she consumed my Sunday afternoons. At times, I got so frustrated that I wanted to just end it. But still, I stayed. I stayed for the shimmering voice that she resonated herself with. I stayed for the memories that we made. I stayed for the hundreds of sunny days we had that shined through the very somber ones. I'm not sure that even I knew what I was getting myself into when we convened for the first time in the fourth
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The year I was born was a year of triumph. It was a year to celebrate and praise, because I Maniratanga Mariam, and other kids were born. Luckily, I’m proud that the year I was born wasn’t a leap year, but a year to raise the roof, and celebrate with dignity. I was born February 28th, 2003 a jolly smiling proud child! I’ll never forget that day, the day I stepped my first foot on an airplane, the day where I knew my life would change forever. Ever since that day, life has momentarily changed vigorously
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