Gabrielle Norris Reflection

Last summer, I attended a summer leadership and citizenship program in Sacramento, California. Fitting with the Boys State Camp's emphasis on civic service, each delegate was given the opportunity to run for a political position. It's selection process was highly competitive and to be elected to one of the highest positions puts you among the top leaders in the state. While this meant that I would have to push myself out of my comfort zone, I was not going to waste my chance to shine at Boys State, so I set up to be appointed as Fire Chief. The following morning, my heart pounded as I walked into the hall where speeches were to be made. When the moderators finally called my name, I closed my eyes and blocked the whispers in my head, whispers

Of the three organizations, I am involved in at UNC Charlotte, the one I am going to write about is Lynch Hall Council. Since Lynch Hall is an all freshmen dorm, all the Hall Council positions were available. At first, I was not going to apply to join Hall Council because I was running for Freshman class president. I am not sure what exactly changed my mind about applying to join Hall Council, but I did. Other students in the learning community found out that they received positions on Hall Council, and I had not. I thought that I just had not received any position at all. Then a few days later, I received an email stating that my email was over looked and that I had been selected as President. I was very excited to start my term as President

In sixth grade my school held a mock presidential election, I had the third highest GPA in the school so I was selected to be one of the candidates. While I felt I wasn’t very

Not only have I put in countless hours of hard work for my education, I have also participated in multiple extracurricular activities - both in school and in the community. I was a part of my elementary school’s art club for 3 years, two of which I served as the vice president then leading into High School, I was a member of Cactus’ art club my freshmen year. Alongside Art Club, I ran for student council as a freshman and sophomore, to which I lost both elections, however I was fortunate enough to be gifted with the chance to be a part of something bigger than myself as I was selected as a member-at-large through a letter submission that detailed what made me fit be a part of the council. The past two years of my life have been filled with crazy adventures regarding student council as we go to multiple leadership conferences every year, plan and run all of our spirit assemblies, and constantly do lessons on either team-building or how to effectively lead. Outside of school, I have volunteered and worked at Desert Sunset Stables for the past 4 years, helping take care of 20+ horses by feeding, watering, mucking, and

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

During my four years at Beddingfield High School, I have made and lost a lot of friends, met people that will forever remain close to me and went through a couple of things that I probably thought would ever happen to me. My freshman year at Beddingfield, I had just moved from Atlanta, Georgia, so I really did not know anyone. My first day at Beddingfield High School I met a girl name Brionna and at the time I didn’t know anyone, so I was surprised that she even had spoken to me. I was shy the first couple of weeks, but getting to know I everyone I started to come out of my shell except for when it was time to do a presentation or talk in front of the class. I still have this fear today. As months went by I felt as if I knew everyone, but that thought changed when people started to spread rumors about me. I really didn’t say anything because I knew it was a lie. When that happened I started to distance myself from people because I started to figure out who my real friends were. The same few people I was friends with my freshman are the same people I hang with today because they showed me that everybody is

My name Mckayla Guerra and today I am going to tell you about myself. I’m really shy until i get to know you and then I am more opened. I love to read I have read over 6 books this year. I hate when people call me a book nerd because I not. During my childhood i lived out in the country and I was an outdoor kind of person, I never liked to be in the house. Until I moved in 7th grade more into town and now i hate being outside because there’s nothing to do. Sports is what i do like softball and track. I also love little kids and enjoy working with them and helping them out.

On April 26, 2017 I was made eighth grade secretary. Last year Mrs. Trimble, our advisor, just had us in her advisory. Thirty minutes a week to organize immense school functions for a little over one-thousand students wasn’t enough time, imagine that. This year we have student council as an elective class, so we are allowed more time to do what we need to. This is extremely nice because we have a lot to do as a board. Student council positions in high school can open up opportunities to apply for scholarships and prepare you for future jobs. Soon enough, I’ll start thinking about those possibilities, but all the worry is worth

It was towards the end of Junior year and we had elections for next year leadership coming up. I was considering just becoming the senior class vice president because it's one seat higher than what I already was, junior class secretary. However, my friends had another idea. They told me to be senior president. I thought they were crazy, but I thought I was mad for even considering it. I'm not the type of person to be in charge. I'm usually a reserved person and I tend to let others walk all over me. However, I didn't want to leave high school as that type of person. As terrifying as it was for me, I picked up the courage to do something I wasn't comfortable with. With the help of what my teacher once told me, "You'll never move forward if you

However, during my first two years in high school, I realized that there was an aspect of my academic experience that needed attention. As a member of Class Council, I was disappointed by the lack of diversity in the attendance of the meetings. Each week, a dozen or so of the same students arrived and made decisions that affected the entire student body. If there was one thing I learned during my high school career, it was that diversity is necessary for success. Eager to implement change, I decided that the spring election at the end of my sophomore year was a great

They announced my name like a death sentence: a summoning to impending death by embarrassment. I took the stage only to be blinded by shockingly bright light and applause that was too quiet compared to my opponents’. As the room quieted I listened with paranoia as the rustling of my papers onto the podium was broadcasted across the hall through the microphone and the camera focused on my face. I started my speech only to wish that I hadn’t run at all; I was just a freshman, what was I thinking, running for state office for the Texas Technology Student Association? After finishing my speech with what felt like a thousand mistakes, I made my trek off stage to the attempts of comforting support and comments from the other candidates, because I knew (just as everyone knew) that the youngest of the bunch had lost her election.

Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased

Fear, that’s what dominated every move in my life. Every decision I made was limited by it and every opportunity I received was spurned from it. Now, being new in a school is hard, being new in a neighborhood is burdensome but being new the entire country, well, you can imagine. That was me four years ago, new, insecure, oblivious and scared. Even while growing up, I wasn't the most chatty one in the room. I kept to myself but not because I didn't want to socialize, because trust me when I say I did, but because I was terrified of what people thought of me.

Becca Gilman has been an absolute pleasure, major asset, and loyal friend to have on the logistics team. Becca brings years of valuable experience that has helped launch both the Hilltop and Kramer office into full swing. Becca takes ownership and pride with the work she takes on, while truly embodying what it means to be a member of the camp community. We focused as a camp on the values of PIEME and I can confidently say that Becca exemplifies each attribute.

When I was a teacher for elementary school, we had a policy that if a class’s teacher absent, another teacher should take the class and let children do their assignments. So, I was one day in a class that I did not know the students, then I asked them to do their assignments or do any hobbies. While I walked around I saw a kid that drew a picture of a family that a mother and father were playing with their son and other kid was looking at them and he looked sad. Then I asked the student some questions about her picture; who is this family? Then he said “my family” then I said “so you are playing with your family aren’t you” then he said yes? Then I said so, who was the other kid that was looking to you? and he said that was me, then I was surprised. And I asked him “how?” Then he said “this family was the family that I wish, because my family is very busy and I feel lonely at home and no one cares about me” From this story the child used his imagination to tried to make change of his life by thinking about his problem with his family and how could it be solved. He tried to use his hobby which was art to transfer her feeling and to reflect on his life. This story crosses my mind when I read about Maxine Greene’s argument. In this paper, I try to reflect on Maxine Greene’s argument about “curriculum and Consciousness. I will clarify her major argument, its goals, and its solutions. I will also explain my point of view of her argument by supporting that with several