David Assay Interview

The students drew near as I reluctantly scurried towards the young mens bathroom where I could finally be alone. At the time, I lived in the snowy areas of northern New York, and while attending the infamous middle school, all of my worries in the world were heightened by 200%. From the first day of school, I wanted to fit in. While not even knowing what “fitting in” was, I was determined to do it. I desired to be liked by everyone around me with no worries in the world. I didn’t know that ironically, you couldn’t have both. As I tried to fit in, I noticed that others would flee from me in the halls as if I had an odor of a thousand pounds of garbage. I was confused why others would shy away from me in projects and hallways until the hints

The first thing on the agenda of my visit was my official tour of the school. As I walked around the main campus I began to picture myself as part of the pack. With each new building I saw, the more I fell in love with the school. Everything from the glowing red-bricked education buildings to the exquisite student building, Talley Student Union. After I had walked the magnificent campus, it was time for my meeting with the head coach, Bryan Bunn. I had never met Coach Bunn or even talked to him, only email. When I stepped into his office with my mom every one of my senses was heightened. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest. I could hear every pipe that had water running through

These hours with Jerry, waiting for a ride home, or the hour we took for lunch, proved to be my favorite time of day. After graduating from Sarah Lawrence College I was desperate to go back to school, I spent hours a day applying to graduate school (for two years in a row), I wrote personal statements and essays about my academic pursuits, I wrote about the importance of an academic community for personal growth without really realizing that I was already enrolled in Professor Jarrell Jackman’s seminar “Tips to live a successful and rewarding

On August 24th, I began a new chapter of my life. This was the first day of classes for the fall semester, which meant that I was officially a college student. For almost all of my classes, I had a fellow baseball player or two which helped out because I would have someone to converse with. After the first week of classes, I thought that my classes would be a breeze, but eventually that would come to change. The assignments began to become

When her senior year came around she'd had a list of schools to choose from, but the idea of being away from home, away from her parents, and with no friends.... it had been terrifying. She finally had settled on the same school her brother had gone to. It wasn't the best choice academically, but it wasn't the worst either; Lloyd was a

If there is ever a hall of fame for customer service, David Allan would be among the first inductees. He bases so much of his time and energy on doing things for our customers that most others will not. Nothing disappoints me more in my opinion to talk about tales of great service and not having a picture to share with you. For myself, it is crucial to have David on my team that does more than represent our company culture. He is the partner that pushes our company’s culture forward. Mr. W. T. Brookshire and family would be proud to know David Allen represent and treasures our brand of over the counter customer service. David’s key to customer service is building good relationships with your customers. He promotes a helpful and friendly environment

August 1996, the day of Catherine’s move to WSU, she woke up really early in the morning, even though she had been up late the night before. She was exhausted, excited, afraid and sad all at the same time. Once she woke up, she started to finish packing up her numerous boxes filled with her items she was taking to move. Taking her beloved High School yearbook with her as well. Catherine didn't know what to expect from college, only knowing information from her older sister’s stories that she had told her.

Coming from a small town where there is a total of five restaurants and one stop light, college wasn’t an expectation but instead a privilege. I am beyond blessed with the opportunity of attending such a prestigious college, considering I am a first-generation college student. I know for a fact I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the love and support of my parents and professors.

Beautiful, breathtaking and inviting were words that I thought as I saw Hofstra University for the first time. As we drove my brother to Hofstra for his first day of classes to show him the road in which he would be driving on everyday to arrive at his second home for the next four years, I could not stop staring. At the first sight of Hofstra, I knew my brother would be in good hands and I had no doubt that he would do great things. My love for Hofstra developed in fall of 2008 when I was only nine years old. Fast forward and over eight years later and my love for Hofstra still hasn’t faded.

lege I was so nervous that the palms of my hands were sweaty, but at the same time it was an exciting day for me to start a new chapter in my life”. David went to the University of Denver for five years. “I went to college for the studies of Latin American, but later then switched to financing”. He had lived in a dorm for the first year of college. “I couldn’t remember how my first class went but, all I could think of on my first day was, what did i get myself into”.

It determined whether you would be spending the next few Friday nights at football games with all of your buddies, or hunched over a history book, cramming your brain with factoids about the Watergate Scandal or the Cambodian genocide. This day, however, was not usually an issue for me. I had always been a so-called “academic nerd”, constantly keeping my focus on my GPA, and never receiving lower than a 90 on any report card in my previous years of schooling, but this was about to change. As my teacher called names alphabetically, students rose anxiously to grab the slips of paper that would determine their fates for the next six weeks. Elliott. Gavranovic. Harper. Mrs. Iles flicked her wrist to hand me the paper and I felt my heart swell with excitement like it always did when I was about to see my grades. Just as quickly as my heart had inflated though, it had deflated even faster as I caught glimpse of my grade in College

College is a fascinating time in an individual's life. A time of enlightenment, adventure, and maximum achievement. For Zoe Walker, family has always been a priority. Even in the busy life of a biochemistry major, Zoe found time to visit her parents and brother. The drive was a quick five hour ride through corn fields and cow pastures. She genuinely looked forward to the excursion. She created a playlist of her favorite music. Her mind would wander as she sped down the straight road, forgetting all the stress

You don’t want to stay in Union House till you graduate from sixth grade, and then go to the middle school the first day and see all these people in groups of their own.” My dad pointed out. “Huh, that is true.” I thought about it, how it will be hard to make new friends when everybody’s catching up on the summer news at middle school. So, I decided it would be the best for me to switch schools. Union House kids are supposed to go to Jackman, and from there to Valley High. All I knew was that Edward Harris’s students go to Monterey Trail. I had no complete idea about other elementary schools. ”What school will I be going to?” I inquired. “Roy Herburger,” my dad proudly stated. “Oh, and, don’t be so hung up about losing your current friends and worrying how to make new ones. Have you met yourself?” I smiled. Yes I have met me, and I like me. But will other people do the

I looked down at my schedule to see my locker was number 2903. I made my way over to my locker to see two very familiar figures “Andy, Katherine!” I beamed as I greeted my friends, “Ryan, it’s been way too long!” Andy exclaimed as she brought me into a hug, followed by Kath. “Guys…..can’t ...breathe….” I muttered “Oh, sorry” They both let go of me so I could breathe again. “So what classes do you have today?” Kath questioned “Looks like first block is History followed by PE then Art and finally English” as I finished reading my schedule Andy looked like she got hit by a bus, “Dang it we only have art together; but hey we could always meet up at lunch” she

This story begins with me stumbling into my High School senior English course, Senior English B. It was the first class of the day, starting roughly at 8:00 am, I was never too thrilled to be up around this time, even to this day. The day was hot and sunny, as per usual in the sunny vista that is Phoenix, Arizona. At this point and time in my life, I was just waiting for High School to end; moving on to larger avenues was the most important thing on my mind. Every day I had these thoughts in my mind, and today was no different.