A Surreal Moment Of My Surprise

In the story, “How I Lost the Junior Miss Pageant” by Cindy Bosley, the narrator tells her story about how she lost the Junior Miss Pageant. She takes us on a journey about how she watched pageants and rated the females as if she was the judge and how she got into the pageant and practiced. She told us about her and her mother’s struggles with money, men and ultimately how she lost the pageant. She went even further after the pageant was over, to tell the reader how disappointed her mother was because she did not win and her mother’s ultimate sorrow, her loneliness. This descriptive narrative allowed me to understand the text's main point: being accepted by others.

The process of being chosen for Future Leaders of Jones County included writing an essay and then being interviewed by a panel that oversees the Future Leaders of Jones County. In the organization, we were broken off into small groups and mixed with students from different schools around the county. I played a large role in my group— the fundraising leader. Our goal was to meet the needs of our local Battered Women’s Shelter, which were providing bedding, laundry, and a new playground for the women and their children that were also being homed. This project was very close to all of us in my group because there are so many battered and abused women in our community. In order to achieve the shelter’s wishes, we had to raise at least $1,000, so I had to go out and raise the money. With the help of many in our community, I was able to help my group reach our $1,000 goal, and we were able to go above and beyond accomplishing our project of service. After buying the necessities (pillows, sheets, blankets, detergent) for the shelter, we were able to purchase and put together a completely new play area for the children. The whole project was a success and getting to help better our community by enabling these women to stand up and get out of the situation of being abused so that they can start a new life. Seeing women like this made me realize how important it was

"Not a single day goes by without working toward my dream of being the next Miss California USA. The first preliminary competition is less than a month away! As I compete for the title of Miss Santa Monica, I know I have so many generous supporters who have believed in me for many years. I owe everything to the people who make it possible to compete in the USA

From being elected as Student Council President in 8th grade to Secretary of the National Honor Society. My first year of high school was frightening to me, until I found I had a second passion which was dance. I auditioned for the varsity high school dance team and made the cut. I continued to divide my time between being committed to community service, school and sports. My devotion towards dance earned me a spot all four years and my last two years as captain of the dance team. Not to mention despite the language barrier and struggles I managed to stay on track with grades and earned a spot in high honor roll and NHS. This year I was elected as the secretary for the National Honor

After competing at Miss Texas multiple times, she returned to the Miss Texas stage in early September of 2014 and was crowned to represent the state of Texas at Miss. USA. As the hosts began calling the runners up essentially eliminating them Ylianna started to feel like she was dreaming. Soon enough she was holding hands with Allie Gonzales another valley native and we were the last two standing. When they called Allie as first runner up and Ylianna as the winner, she could not believe it. Winning this title had been a goal and a dream of hers ever since she started competing, finally winning after being defeated twice was one of Ylianna’s proudest moments because she felt like her hard work had finally paid off.

The 2016 Miss America Contest allowed fifty two women to compete for the honor of being crowned as the most tantalizingly beautiful woman in America. However, unlike previous years this pageant featured a contestant who exemplifies compassion and intelligence on and off of the stage in addition to being physically stunning. She galvanized a social movement that brought awareness to a profession within our nation that has been misinterpreted and underappreciated by the public for decades. Kelly Johnson, Miss Colorado, stood in front of millions of viewers during the televised talent portion of the contest wearing navy blue scrubs, and a stethoscope draped around her neck. Johnson waved to the cheering audience, and began her monologue with:

In sashays Miss America, her arms laden with golden roses, her tiara tilted ever so slightly in a cluster of diamonds. A luminous yellow gown was perfectly draped over her tall figure. Smooth and silky fabric fell perfectly into a puddle behind her on the floor except for the couple inches of fabric that appeared to be bunched together, out of place, and now tucked into the side of her nude coloured tights. She stood on the glossy wooden stage with a smile that was radiating happiness into the audience. Frowning contestants lined the back of the stage, each and every one having a look of envy in their eyes. As all the judges stand up to applaud Miss America a tall, handsome man in a tuxedo enters the stage also clapping, congratulating the

To be honest, participating in a beauty pageant was never where I would have pictured myself, but when my step-sister's best friend needed to recruit 10 potential delegates in order to compete internationally & friends & family learned I was recruited they displayed

I doubt you expected us to be as involved in the pageant world as we are now when I asked to do a pageant 13 years ago because “I wanted to be Miss America.” Nonetheless, I am so thankful for such amazing parents that continually encourage me to follow my dreams and push me to do my best and everything I do. I thank God for allowing me to be your daughter and I love you both so much.

During freshmen year at Paul Laurence Dunbar high school, I had won my first national competition. It was in Florida and I was on the Dunbar Dance team. We had been practicing for 10 months perfecting our routine and selling desserts and candy to help pay for the competition entry fee.

Smiling to myself at the memory, I thought of how much I had grown since that audition. I remembered the concerts I had performed in, the choirs I had tried out for, the sectionals I had lead. My growing confidence in my musical abilities had spilled over into other areas of my life, too: I spoke more in class and I no longer hesitated to try new things. I fondly glanced around the chorus room one last time, mentally absorbing every detail. I closed the door behind me, not feeling like running anymore, and strode the rest of the way down the hall, moving on to the next stage of my

The year of the home run, 1998, as described by Lisa Brush. The race between the St. Louis Cardinals’ slugger Mark McGwire and the Chicago Cubs’ own Sammy Sosa. “It wasn’t just about the home run record, it was a symbol of the St. Louis - Chicago sports rivalries. It meant a lot to the people of St. Louis, especially baseball fans” (Brush). The two cities are not very far apart, which results in the clashing of Cubs and Cards or Blackhawk and Blues fans anywhere that there’s a T.V. with a game on at. However, this day was special. Not only was rivalry stakes on the line, an MLB record also was. This record was Roger Maris’s home run record of 61

It all started on a sunny summer day. I was scrolling through Facebook, an ad popped up and it said, “Are you the next Miss Michigan Teen USA?” I clicked on it, just wondering what it was and it said that all you had to do was send in a biography of yourself and a picture. I sent

A few hugs and kisses later, I’m in the limo. Ever since they announced “Grace Lowell, Angeles,” my life has been one good dream. Being an actress is great and all, but since then, I’ve been treated like I already am queen. I had doubts about entering the first Selection, but my mom assured me the “lottery” was a joke. I wasn’t shocked when I won, though, although I did think if all the Selected were handpicked, they would be lower castes to please five through eights. I guess since this is the first try, they actually picked a few decent girls.

Of course I was joyous for her accomplishment, but that meant that I hadn’t won. After the hours of work that went into my entry, the fact that I lost my first contest was a massive dissatisfaction. I felt that I had no talent and that maybe my friends were becoming better and I was leveling off with my talent; I felt that I should give up on art. This few days of disappointment were far from easy, but after my grief came a spark of light. I realized that one contest shouldn’t determine the sum of talent I have, and that just sitting around wouldn’t get me anywhere. It became time for me to stop sulking and start making art again, but this time with motivation and persistence. After this moment, I became happy with my art and built up the courage to enter another contest. This time I had unexpectedly won, and my lucky streak has continued. With commitment came my best work, and it was all because I faced and defeated my worst fear, losing the talent that I most loved. From a time we are brought into hopeless darkness, we can learn to brighten up and shine our way out with our best