Why I Want To Become A Racist

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

As seniors in high-school we are always asked about what career we want to pursuit,and where we want to take our lives. I began thinking about what I like and what subjects I was good at. I found out I loved math and science and was good at them too. Then I knew that the health field was really for me. I began searching for ways for me to see if I really liked it, so I applied to go to scrubs health camp at Augsburg college near my house. I really liked it and saw that my love for kids had me leaning to becoming a pediatrician. I had my doubts on that also because of the number of years of schooling, and one day I stumbled upon a pediatric nurse practitioner occupation and began reading about it. I loved it so much that

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

The new environment was a well-needed change, and we quickly began school that August. Everything for once was manageable and running smoothly. Then, I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, high school was over, and I was facing an ultimatum presented to me by my mother; either I go to college, or I move out and figure my own life out. I resentfully chose the first option.

Hello! Shady Marzouk is my name! I'm a soccer player, a Mathlete, and a strong debater. Starting off with my love for soccer, I’ve been playing since I was in fourth grade, and I feel like soccer changed my life and is something that makes my parents proud of me, which means a lot to me. Soccer isn't the only thing that I love. Math has been my favorite since sixth grade, but debating .Is what interests most people. So many people have told me that I should consider becoming a lawyer because of my debating skills, to the point where I am considering it, alongside becoming a doctor. But let's rewind back to how I define myself, and that leads to the topic of family. I have been blessed with a caring and supportive family. They help me get through

At the close of my senior year, I was overcome with bittersweet emotion. After years of working hard to secure my future, which came with getting accepting into my dream school at Christmas, I was hit with crushing news. Consequently, I was told that my family wouldn’t have enough money to send me to the college of my dreams. I was emotionally crushed, however, my senior year AP Literature and Composition teacher spoke encouragement into me. She reassured me that this trial that I am going through won’t last forever; she expressed to never give up and continue to work my hardest to achieve my dreams. Everyday , she was persistent in her challenges, picking me up when I stumbled, disclosing that she would do everything in her power to help me. After

I could not stand it much longer with all the assignments, and the fact that I was going through the same problem as I did back in the earlier years of schooling with my grades and GPA dropping. As the senior year began, I just could not wait to get it all done. Nearing the end of my senior year, I began slipping up academically, which made it nearly impossible to make it to graduation. As graduation day was approaching, anxiety ripped me apart because I knew I messed up academically, but I finished out with a punch. Later, I was informed that I would be walking across that stage. Graduation day arrives, all the graduating seniors, and myself are gathered within an arena, so many families screaming at the top of their lungs out of excitement. As I am watching the line go in alphabetical order up to the stage to collect their diplomas, I could not help but reminisce upon the moments that made high school what they were. As they mention my name, I make my way up to the stage to pick up my diploma, then as I walk off that stage, I make a loud shout saying “ALL DONE.” As soon as the graduation concluded, I began making my way to my car, that very minute is the minute that I regret the most because that is when I said that I would never return back to school again. Three years later, I am now back in school watching all the friends that I made in middle school, and high school graduating from college. I am glad I did begin school, even if it was three years

Firstly, looking back at my college days the thought that kept me awake most nights was what I wanted to do with my life. From an early age, I envisioned being a teacher; but during my first year of college I had to reanalyze what I wanted to do. My family and friends that thought I was crazy for pursuing a career in education. Honestly, there were many times throughout my first year in college that I thought to myself that perhaps they were right. For a short time, I thought that working in the corporate world would give me the opportunities that they raved on about. However, would I truly live a happy life with what I was doing? These thoughts haunted me for a while until a fateful day I met a kindergarten teacher that would change my life.

When I graduated in June of 2014 I really wasn't sure what I wanted out of life. I was prepared to go to the local community college undecided. I was dragging my feet when it came to getting ready to start school in the fall, and I knew I wasn't ready. I approached my mom with the idea of flying out to California and get to know my family and grandparents there better. 3 weeks later I was on a plane flying to Sacramento, as all my friends began their freshman year of college. I'll admit it was tough to see all my friends take the next step in life and I was a couple thousand miles away with nothing planned out. I decided to take that weekend and head to Lake Tahoe. It literally was a breath of fresh air for me. I was at (debatably) the most beautiful lake on earth. Things seemed clearer to me after that trip and I was able to remind myself that not everyone takes the same path in life, and we definitely won't all end up in the same place. I took the rest of those few months to be outdoorsy, paddleboard, hike and ride horses. When November came and it was time to come home, I was ready.

The first time I went back home after coming to college was a rollercoaster of emotions. After arriving home I was embraced with open arms by my mom and dad. This was the first time I had seen them since being dropped off at college and I suddenly realized how much I missed them. I called every so often but being in my own home being able to talk and with them was something I hadn’t ever experienced. All of my worries about homework and future exams were gone and I got to enjoy the company of my parents. At the beginning of college I constantly felt like I couldn’t be myself. Coming home these feelings vanished because I was surrounded by those who loved me. After spending a few hours catching up, I went to reconnect with my high school friends.

I had just gotten my driver’s license. I felt I had everything perfectly made. I was on the high school basketball team, led the praise band at church, had great friends, and had just gotten a car. Then one day, my dad came in and surprised us with news. “I am being transferred to North Carolina

I was heartbroken, angry, and terrified for what was to come. And it felt like I wasn’t even going to be able to enjoy my last couple weeks in my house, at my school, and with all my best friends. But that time flew by and before I knew it, the last day of school was here. I held back my tears as I left the school for for the last time. I wasn’t going to any after school pool parties, or to my friends houses, instead, I was leaving my home. Walking through the front door after the bus dropped me off was different, every wall was stacked with large cardboard boxes, not a piece of furniture in sight. Moving men walked in and out of the house, as I tried to stay out of their way. The next thing on my families schedule was to live with my grandparents for a week until our new house was ready. The following seven days went by, we swam in the pool, got ice cream too many times, and got in a summer mood. While our new house was having trees cut down, landscaping done, and parts of the inside remodeled. As I tried to look at the bright sides of things, I realized that our new house was bigger, I was going to start a soccer training soon, but it also made me miss things like our pool, and neighborhood parties. I had realized that it was hard to go through a sudden change so fast, and it was going to take time to get used

Coming into college my freshman year as a graphic design major, I was in no better place in life then I was living In Payette. I was still dating the same guy and I continued to put on a front that everything was perfectly fine. That is until my life started spinning out of control when I found out this guy I thought I loved had been cheating on me and serious medical issues arose where I ended up having brain surgery in the middle of my freshman year. Thankfully, my parents and some other individuals saw what I was going through and decided to take the time to help me through the tough times and get right with God.

After months and months of waiting for a decision, I had come up with my own solution. The money didn’t seem as if it would come through for my brother and me to go to the private school my dad worked at, Hyde Park, so I was mentally prepared to stay at Cedar Park for the rest of my high school career. Everything seemed to be pointing at me staying there anyway, the guy I had been in love with since 7th grade had just asked to get back together with me the night before, this morning I had just run the Color Run with one of my best friends, and I had just finished hanging out with a group of my favorite people since we had to do a school project. It seemed as if God was calling me to stay at Cedar Park, and then when my mom came to pick me from my friend’s house, she said that one sentence that changed my life; “The money came through, welcome to Hyde Park.”

I am here to tell you my story about how I struggled dearly throughout high school and how I am back in school to try and start my life. Usually, all college students’ stories are the same give or take a couple of details. I guess you could say that I have had normal college experience except for a couple hiccups along the way. The usual “normal” timeline would grade school, high school, then college. I tried to do it that way but it did not work out so well for me personally. Even though school has not always been the most intriguing to me, I decided to go back so that I could get my degree and I could start my career, to be able to start my “adult” life finally. So here is my story of how I got to where I am and where I hopefully will be in five years.