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It was mid-morning when I pulled up to school, still wondering if I made the right decision by enrolling. Instead of feeling calm, cool, and collected the only thing arriving early did was increase the feeling of impending doom. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Am I going to be able keep up to the bright minds fresh out of high school? It was time to find out.

During the 8th grade one day, the results for the SHSAT came back. I remember sitting in my social studies classroom, pressing my hands together praying to get into Stuyvesant. The teacher handed out the envelopes with the results, calling the students one by one. “Jacklin, Amanda, Anthony…”, she slowly called out. It was in alphabetical order and since my last name starts with a “Y”, my envelope was at the bottom of the pile. I closed my eyes and waited, until my teacher called out my name. As I heard “Kevin”, I quickly walked to grab my envelope and returned to my seat, slowly raising the flap with my index finger and thumb. I slowly grabbed the paper with my results and unfolded it. Paying no attention to what other information was on the sheet, I read “Stuyvesant High School”. At that moment I felt tremendous joy and wanted to shout at the top of my lungs. I wanted to faunt my success and push my paper onto everyone in the classroom, telling them about how hard I worked for three years for this test. With a smile on my face I looked up and realized that the entire classroom was filled with weeping and silence. To my left, one classmate covered his face with his arms and I could see a droplets of tears on his chin. On my right, I saw other students staring at their results with a blank look on their faces. The mood in the room only grew worse by the minute and I stared down at my results, folded it, and put it back into my bookbag. I wiped my smile off my face and rose as the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Outside the classroom was worse, the hallways were filled with more depressed and crying students with dead looks on their faces. How could I express my happiness in front of hundreds of students that just had their dreams crushed this day. I turned to the school exit and slowly walked out and happened to bump into a friend of

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

You’re just sitting there, holding your breathe hoping, praying you made it. Or you wasted 5 hours of your life for nothing; there’s no worse feeling then not making it to finals…” POSTINGS ARE UP!” said a random kid from the opposite end of the cafeteria. I ran so fast; well as fast as I could in heels that is. Pushed my way through dozens of students and saw my code(name). I was ecstatic: I couldn’t believe I made it. I ran back to my teammates and they all congratulated me. Pacing myself back forth from all the excitement; I finally gathered myself and head to finals. Congratulating my other teammates who made it to finals as well. At the end of the day, I went home with a 7th place medal and my #1 goal

“First in State and District, the Lone Star Academic Challenge Champion is….Richland Elementary School!” Cheers and claps erupt through the crowd and I feel my heart pound. A ringing resounds through my head as everything slows down. I feel my body being dragged up the stairs by my teacher. A gold medal is placed on my head and rests on my shoulder, my hands are shook and I read the words “Congratulations” on the announcer’s lips. Speed returns to normal and it dawns on me: we won. My team won first place. I let out my delayed reaction of jumping up and down, screaming in delight as a smile graces my face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and my head turns so fast, I think I got whiplash. A Texas-shaped trophy is handed to me and my smile grows bigger as I rip the trophy from the announcer’s hands and wave it around, yelling, “We won!” over and over again.

Sitting in 5th period, I absentmindedly slid my pencil along the left margin. As the graphite swirled into abstract designs, my mind began to wander. Rain landed on the metal roof, lulling me into a false sense of comfort and security. I felt myself drifting out of hall three and into a soft daydream. A yawn crept up my throat and escaped from my mouth as I continued scratching at the narrowing margin. For a split second, I tuned back into the voice of my Spanish teacher, making sure that I hadn't missed anything important while I etched flowers into my notes. Suddenly, my pencil stopped its steady motion across the page. The blurry sections in the corners of my vision disappeared abruptly, and the formerly calming drumming of rain sharpened

Tutoring schedules, behavior sheets, below average practice regents scores, and hundreds of grade print outs flutter away from my backpack. My blood is flowing in like a dam. Tears start to pool in my eyes when I think about all the time and effort used in that assignment. I HAVE TO FIND THAT ESSAY, I internally yelled. My clothes began to stick to my body, as I am drenched in sweat.

The results came in and for the first time in school history the cheerleading team advanced to semi finals. That moment is one I will carry with me for the rest of my life. We now hold the national title of 16th in the

One afternoon, at Kint High School, the students in room 214 were itching for the bell to ring so they can go home. Mark Sanders, a skinny short haired boy, was waiting for something more interesting; Basketball tryouts. “Come on, Come on please let this day be over.” Whispered Mark. He purposely did this to make sure nobody heard him. “Why are you so anxious? It's not like you any good.” Hollered Sheila, the most annoying girl in the class. Mark shot a look at Shiela that would be fatal if looks could kill. Sheila laughed “You're always quiet, just wait until you need to talk during basketball.” “Mind your business, don't worry about me I don't need to talk loud to play ball.” “Shiela why you always gotta be so negative, and Mark you think you're so much better than everybody. You have to start speaking up.” Uttered Mark’s friend Johnny. “You know what-” Shiela tried to talk but the bell cut her off.

Standing in that long, obscure hallway, I could feel my stomach turning over and over like the sea on a stormy night. “What did I get myself into this time?” I thought to myself as I investigated each of my competitors waiting their turn to compete. I had worked tirelessly to prepare myself for today. The hours consumed typing and retyping a speech that had to have just the right phrasing. I had my mother and two of the best teachers I knew proofread speech and give me honest feedback. I ran through my speech numerous times, so much so that I was sure I could recite it in my sleep. I even rehearsed responses to the hypothetical questions the judges might ask me, and listened to my speech on repeat for two hours on the bus. It all came down to this. My opportunity to present at the West Virginia State FBLA Competition was a few minutes away. I sought to place at the State’s not only for myself and my club, but also for my mother. Prior to getting out of the car this morning, she gave me one of her famous pep talks to set me on my way. After that and months

Connie had written this very carefully as she wrote, ‘D moon was jumped over bye the cow’ She had 3 mistakes as they cost 10 points each. “You got a 70 on the test” Mr.Eli said as Connie and Mr.Eli walked to the math class. There she had to do a math problem, ‘1092 - 374 + 432’ She put 1128 as the answer, forgetting to regroup. She got 22 off from the real answer, so she got a 78. Then she had science, she had to spell 3 vocabulary words, which were photosynthesis, condensation, and evaporation. Connie tried really hard as she put, ‘Photosyntesis, condensation, and evapouration’ with 2 mistakes for 10 points each. That night, when she was studying her notebook, she saw a red note put by Mr.Eli. ‘To bring up your grades, you need to find something that you like.’ She already knew what she liked, it was cooking which she tried on summertime. But how could that bring up her grades? That was exactly what she wondered about when she studied. She even almost forgot about her report card! ( Grades, 70-Writing, 71-Reading, 73-Math, and 75-Science). The next day she took second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour until she realized something, she should look in her notebook to find how it helps. When she got to her notebook, Connie

Bravo to be exact, stood by the stairs next to the stage, holding a large posterboard with a number one written on it. This indicated those with the number one on their notecard to come forth and line up to receive their award. Group one was given an award for having perfect attendance, then came group two, than group three, then group four, and the rest became a blur as I was focused solely on when my number would be announced. At last, I look over to see Mr. Bravo holding up a seven. After having seen the sign, about fifty students began to line up. This award was given to the members of the California State Federation club as wella s the members of the National Honor Society. I felt that I was lost among all the students on stage, as if I was not special and was in a way “average”. After all CSF and NHS members were awarded, we then proceeded to sit back down. Group eight was then awarded for the most valuable players in sports. Once again, I look over to see Mr. Bravo holding up a nine. Standing in line to receive my next awarded I noticed that there were only four of us. Being one of four compared to the fifty students from the previous award, made me begin to feel more of that excitement that I felt before arriving. I began to think “What if I am as smart as them, what if I do deserve more awards”. I had no idea what award I was even going to receive, but now I thought it could actually be a special one.

I trembled. I began to sweat and felt my heart beat faster. I had failed to advance yet again. All my gloomy memories of mediocre speeches in 8th grade Teen Leadership came rushing back. I sadly took my ballot and my emotions took 180 degree turn. All I could see were positive comments from the judge. My eyes wandered to the bottom of the page and I was jubilant. The judge had circled a 2 meaning that I got 2nd in the room and would advance to the semifinals. Turned out coach was just being sarcastic.

Mrs. Ballitch class had lost the first round. All we needed to do was win to Mrs.Ballitch’s class 1 more time, so we tried our best but they tried harder. My friend Annie who was behind me fail and I fell on top of her soon everybody fell on top of me and we got dragged. When I tell you we got Dragged WE GOT DRAGGED. We were mad but we thought to ourselves “Although we lost we really won because we beat all of those people but we lost 2 times so we were happy and my teacher said “You guys are the best class I have ever had. You guys tried your best and I’m really proud of

When I hear her start to announce my name with her squeaky, raspy, voice, my heart dropped into my stomach. I caught little glimpses of girls saying congratulation’s and good work. But, what stood out in my head like a bullhorn is when Franke said loudly, “this is your varsity team” and a few seconds later in a quieter voice, “each and every one of you earned it”.