Personal Narrative: Should I Join Deca

I was delegated the position of President of the club in the beginning of sophomore year. By this time, all the upperclassmen had graduated. A club of nineteen, was now a club of three. In addition, the teacher who facilitated the club for three years, and appointed me the position, left our school. To further add to the situation, the newly chosen Vice President left the club unexpectedly. Now, there were only two people left in the club. I had a lot of hard work ahead but thought of it as an opportunity to grow this club in new ways. I wanted to encourage students with no experience to join. I wanted to encourage students who could not afford a ski trip to join. I wanted to encourage

In my freshman year of college I met a young man with autism. I was not discouraged from becoming his friend based on his diagnosis, but instead I felt a strong need to be his friend. I could tell how badly he needed a friend because he seemed isolated by our fellow peers. I decided to turn casual run-ins with him on my college campus into weekly lunches. I offered him guidance with many of the difficulties he experienced and tried to show him a new outlook on various life situations. A year into our friendship he told me that I saved his life. While he believed I saved his life, he was actually the one to give me a sense of purpose to believe I was put on this earth to help and save more lives. Our friendship taught me about the importance of helping members of my community, and how

I have served in DECA as an officer since 10th grade when I was chosen to be Sophomore Representative. I have made it to the state level and received at least one award each year since starting in 9th grade. I also served as CFO in 11th grade, the youngest person to hold the position. During this time, I set up an inventory and sales tracking system for the school’s concession stand which serves as a fundraiser for competitors and the club. I was also chosen to be one of two Co-Presidents of the club for my senior year, and am working towards an even more successful club than of years

After five years out of high school, my first step towards freedom was enrolling in a local community college until I had the minimum credits to transfer to the nearby University of North Florida. The moment I received my acceptance to UNF I knew I wanted to get involved. I joined the Alpha Chi Omega sorority, a sorority whose main philanthropic endeavor was to promote domestic violence awareness. I used my story and my voice to raise awareness for something that touched me so deeply in such a personal way. I knew I wanted more and I wanted to lead my sisters to be better women, not just to each other but for others. I was nominated for a position as Warden (less formally known as the Assistant Vice President of Ritual and Fraternity Appreciation) where I held my sisters to a standard expected of young women at the university but also in the business world. All the while maintaining an honors level GPA and making the Dean’s List on more than one

I was determined to be accepted into this club, because I wanted to feel accomplished in my highschool career and to be proud of myself.

In seventh grade I was a candidate for Team Cougar Representative. The two weeks we had to campaign were the longest two weeks of my life. I worked so hard making posters and trying to impress everyone to get the maximum amount of votes. I ran against several sweet girls and close friends, which was very stressful and emotional for me. Even though I had fears of losing, I didn’t let anything stop me. While I endeavored this new goal, I realized all the love and support I receive from my family and friends and it’s because of their encouragement that I am where I

Joining DECA may seem an odd choice for someone who once stood paralyzed with fear in front of his 8th grade English class, stumbling through a Robert Frost poem. Starting sophomore year, I’d heard much about my high school’s largest club, DECA: a global business organization for students. Intrigued, I signed up.

Though I haven’t had the most involvement in extracurricular activities, I have been trying to turn that around. I joined FCCLA at the start of freshman year. FCCLA was an excellent experience to improve my leadership skills, as well as getting engaged with the school and community. This ranged from helping out with school activities, to collecting and organizing books to be donated to children, and crafting dog beds to donate to the Cedar Valley Humane Society. I ended up not resigning up for FCCLA the following year due to my dealing with a difficult death in my family. However, since then I have gotten stronger and want to expand my community involvement. For that reason, I joined Student Council after the end of my junior year. As a representative, I help in school activities and decision-making. Though I’m a newer member, I’m excited to be a part of the Student Council. I have also recently joined the Science National Honor Society. I was able to join this club because of my accomplishments in science. I doubled up biology and chemistry my sophomore year, challenged myself by taking AP Chemistry my junior year, and am currently enrolled in the Pharmacology Technician program at Kirkwood as a senior. I am eager to see guest speakers and have already signed up for a couple of community service activities in this

One summer day in the middle of the 1985, I was about to go into my junior year of college at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville, Ar. I had decided that my major was going to be in Education and then soon to become a Kindergarten teacher. The first year of my high school career I had always wanted to join a sorority at the UofA. It had been my dream of becoming a BIG in a sorority, which is one of the many different leaders in the type of sorority. So, anyway the start of my freshman year of college at the UofA I went to registration and everything and along the side of the sidewalks there was many different kinds of clubs and such there. I finally went to all the different kinds of sororities there are and I had i had decided the sign

In 2014, I attended the Hero's journey summer program in hope to discover myself and to become a better man. My father who has attended the program many of times introduced me to the foundation and thought I should give it a try under the Young Men’s program with 8 other teens from around the world. Nervous but also excited about discovering who I truly was and what brotherhood really meant I found myself becoming the best of friends with these guys for 7 days. During the trip I learned that in relationships it is not only about how much you have in common, but that you trust each other and can work together as one. I could not tell you those guys last name or their favorite video game but I can tell you that I knew they had my back no matter what.

With the changes to the working from home policy, and with our shortage of NLA members, I wanted to revisit working from home this upcoming week.

Joining Model Congress was the best decision I made in my freshman year, and probably my high school career. When I first joined the club I never expected to be a part of a family that respected me for who I was. The familial aspect of Model Congress was the reason why I stayed in Model Congress, and as an officer, I want incoming freshmen, and rising sophomores to recognize the familial aspect of Model Congress. I was never good at public speaking. I was always a shy kid who would never be able to go up, in front of my class, and present. I felt insecure, I thought people would judge me on my voice, and my weaknesses. When I first heard about Model Congress the primary reason why I joined was because I wanted to improve my public speaking, and increase my

I seek to join Teach For America because I would not be where I am today if it was not for caring teachers who pushed me into the right direction and validated the idea that I can be a successful student. Growing up my mother and grandmother were both teachers, and hearing their struggles of teaching, I had vowed to never become one. When high school came I was convinced that I was going to join the military and that college was never an option. That was until I met Ms. Mudron, my English teacher who planted a seed in me that grows till this day. My answers to questions that she asked regarding our readings were nothing like the other students, yet they were not wrong, she informed me that I thought outside of the box and that is why I should

When people ask me about the 4 years of my life that was high school, I will waste no time in telling them about my senior year and how important and instrumental this class was in my formation as a DigVocMan. No matter how later in the future I am asked, I hope that along with all my fond memories in this class, from shutting the door to Szajko’s musical performance to the chuckle that would go around the room at the mention of our duty, that these passages stick with me just as long as the memories do, because they're not just church texts and teachings, they are what make us and define us all as DigVocMen.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she spoke with care, as if we were walking on the weakest of eggshells. I shuffled nervously, avoiding the glances my mother was throwing at me. My father stood next to her, asking himself if he heard what I had previously said correctly. I cracked my knuckles and tried to speak again, gaining some confidence. “I want to be bald.” It was not the weirdest statement, but it definitely alarmed my parents, who knew how much my thick brunette locks meant to me. This request didn’t occur out of the blue. The school year had been terrible for my classmate, who was teased constantly for having no hair, a result of chemotherapy. As a child, I didn’t understand why she was tormented but I knew I couldn’t let her live through it by herself. Therefore, before I brought the idea to my parents, I researched the procedure, figuring out that I could probably get