Relate a memory from your high school years. Try to think of one that reflects a different aspect of your life but can still be connected to your earlier stories in some meaningful way.
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I learned the importance of communication the hard way. I learned that if something small goes unnoticed, unspoken, the problem gets exploded out of proportion. My junior year Highschool Band Trip, Universal Studios. Me and my best friend at the time had spent all day together as we could not find a group to join. It was a long day from travel, lack of water, and frustrating situations. I had gotten fed up with said friends behavior and reacted like it was my brother annoying me (something I should not have done). Moving forward I had no idea that my actions made her feel uncomfortable. The rest of this trip I was isolated from her and from my drumline. After the trip I was left out, avoided, and was very confused as to what I did. I finally reached out to one of the group members and got some insight on what had happened. It took me reaching out to each individual asking if I had done anything to hurt them, in the end out of 15-20 people, I had only affected 2. I had made my past best friend extremely uncomfortable and had said something that hurt the other person. These people had amplified my actions and turned the whole group against me. I ended up doing a public apology, that was not necessary. All it should have been was an individual apology to the 2 people that I hurt. I have heard that the group felt sorry in hind sight for how extreme they took these little things. This was a hard lesson, a very emotional lesson, but I learned. I learned just how important it is to communicate the small things before it explodes.
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You are so right when you say that one should always communicate with another if you feel as if that individual might be upset! I feel like a lot of people learn this the hard way and have to experience it in order to truly understand the meaning of communication with others when something goes wrong. It is very hard at first to have that conversation with that person, but you soon realize how small the issue was and how easily it could have been fixed if one just communicates with the other. Thank you so much for sharing your story Sam!!
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I learned throughout high school that if you put 100% effort into your work that you will be rewarded in the end. I was in my sophomore year of high school when my history teacher told the class about our last group project. He told us that this project was worth 50% of our grade and it was the last grade in the grade book. The groups were assigned randomly and I remember being in a group with two kids who never did any of the class assignments. My initial reaction was fear because if they never did any of the class assignments then how were they going to do a group project. I met up with the two kids in our group to go over who did what part and they confidently told me that they were going to do their part of the project that night. Once I finished my part, I reached out to them around 9 pm to ask if they did their part to the project. They immediately responded saying they forgot and asked if I could do it for them. I wasn’t going to let these two kids stop me from getting a good grade in our history class so I simply responded yes and got to working. I had less than three hours to finish this project because it was due at 11:59pm that night. The next day came around and I remember being so tired in my history class due to the fact that I was up all night finishing this project. My history teacher noticed and asked if I could stay after class to talk to him. After class ended, I went up to his desk and noticed that my project was on his screen. He already could tell that the other two people in my group did not contribute to this project. He asked for my honesty when asking me if they completed anything for this project and I simply said no. Soon after, I looked in the grade book and saw that I received a 100% on that project.
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I can definitely relate, I always hated group projects for this reason. Not everyone contributes their share or has the same style of doing things that you do and it tests your patience. Working hard and doing your best definitely pays off in the end, I always just try to remind myself that if I tried my hardest, then I did my best, and I should be somewhat happy with that. I’m glad you got the grade you deserved, and I’m sure they got the grade they deserved as well.
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My sophomore year of high school was definitely the worst year. If you’ve heard of sophomore slump, I had that. I decided that freshman year was so easy that I could jam my schedule packed for the following year, I was wrong. I packed in AP classes and juggled that with fall and spring sports as well as a toxic relationship and a poor relationship with my parents at the time. I was taking AP U.S. History with a teacher who didn’t know how to teach and picked favorites. He gave us so much work and I was drowned in homework for his class every night, and barely passing his test where you had to study 75 dates, events, people, etc. I was extremely stressed out and didn’t have a lot of time management at the time as I was 15 years old. My mom and dad always told me that there will be hills in life, but every hill you go up, there will be a way back down. Well, this was a big hill, one that was very long and very tiring. I lost motivation for everything; I got very sick and ended up hospitalized which caused me to tell my coach I couldn’t continue in the spring anymore, which he understood with the conditions I was having at the time, however my dad did not. Which caused me to drift from him further and not want a relationship with him anymore. Fast forward, the end of the year comes, I barely passed my AP class, I was done with sports, getting a grasp on the illness I had been diagnosed with, I was out of the relationship I was in, and starting a better route with my parents. That year taught me a lot, and it was tough. But I don’t think I would want to go back and change all of it, maybe some of it, but not all, because I wouldn’t necessarily wield the thoughts and experience to handle situations without having already went through it. I gained time management skills (still working to improve) which definitely are helping me now, a little, I still struggle to fit everything into a day and struggle to know what to prioritize. I also gained patience for my teachers, as some of them have different teaching styles than what I’m used to and what works for me, and I can’t be mad at them because that’s not necessarily something they can fix. I’ve definitely gained some other attributes too, it was a tough time, but I learned a lot and grew a lot as a person. I didn’t know who I was and what my purpose was at the time, but that year definitely helped shape me into a part of who I am now, which I am grateful for.
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That sounds like a really crazy year. I am glad that you made it through everything and came out stronger because of it. I also took AP history my sophomore year, so I understand the struggle there. I only passed mine because the really smart kid made notes for us all to use, and our teacher would read off the questions before the test day. I really am sorry you had to go through all that, but I think it is amazing that you were able to grow from your experience instead of letting it fully beat you down.
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During my senior year of high school, there was a girl who started a lot of drama with me because she hated me so much. We were in the marching band together; she was in the Color Guard, and I was a trumpet player. Her boyfriend was also in my section, but he was my friend. The reason she hated me was that I dated her brother and broke up with him. I was friends with her and knew her family since I was a kid. However, she did not talk to me about what happened and instead decided to spread rumors about me and lie about me to other people. I broke up with her brother when he was in basic training in the military, which he dropped out of after we broke up. This girl began telling others that I cheated on him and did a lot of different things, including bullying her, er even though I never talked to her. She even gave our mutual friends an ultimatum between her and me. It got to the point where I had to talk to our band director about how stressed it was making me. Eventually, I got a new boyfriend, and she stopped saying things. She became nicer to me and even helped me out a few months ago when I was throwing up from being overheated the day after having surgery.
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Wow this is such a tough situation Im sorry you had to go through that! Mean people are the worst but I have often found that it is simply a reflection of themselves and has nothing to do with you at all! I am glad that you guys eventually became mutuals again, in these situations it is sometimes better to just forgive and forget that way you can personally move on to bigger and better things!
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The air was crisp and the trees were bare. I was in good spirits on this particular Thursday, basketball season had just started and I had a really good feeling about how I was going to lead the team to success that year. However, what I didn’t have in mind was the exact spot where I would have to be leading them from: the sidelines.
Basketball practice had ended around 6, I dropped off my cousin at her house around 6:30, and by 7:00 I was on the side of the road that I lived on filling out a police report in complete shambles. As I turned down my road a few moments before, a deer sprinted out of the cornfield beside me. Because I didn’t have time to think, my first reaction was to swerve it, leaving my car to flip and crash in the ditch on the right side of the road. Glass in my hair and tears rolling down my face, I rapidly searched for my phone to call my mom at the same time that my car automatically called 911. Once my parents showed up to the scene I was able to calm down. I refused the ambulance thinking I was fine. It wasn’t until the next day when I took a trip to the ER “just in case” where I found out I had fractured my C6 vertebrae in my neck and wasn’t allowed to do any physical activity for the next three months. Although I am lucky that the worst thing that came out of this injury was that I lost my basketball season and not the feelings in my legs, it still stung to miss out on a year of my favorite sport. Still, I am so grateful that I was forced into this bad of a situation that the only choice I had was to grow from it. This season of my life taught me so many important lessons and led me to be the person I am today.
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My family and I had just checked into the lodge at Yellowstone and had some time to kill before dinner. My dad was driving around and I was looking over this huge foldable map they gave us when we first checked in. I saw a spot named Artist Paint Pots and I was intrigued. I knew that hot springs could be different colors and was excited to see what this one looked like. After convincing my family that we should stop we pulled into a small parking strip on the side of the road. There was a short hike to get to the hot springs but it was cool out. We filled the time talking about what we had seen the days before and what we had planned for days to come. We knew we had arrived because the air smelled rotten from the sulfur. At first it was almost underwhelming, walking up it looked like just a muddy opening in the forest. There were stairs built into the side of a slight hill. As we walked up and got a higher vantage point, we could see all the different miniature hot springs bubbling and steaming. Some were blue, some were orange, and all the colors in between the two. There was even an area that was white, and it looked as if it was icy, even though I knew if I touched it, it would burn my hand. After walking the loop around the hot springs, we took one last look and started to head back. This time on our way back we noticed piles of something that kind of looked like fresh bear poop. We realized that it was starting to turn to dusk and should pick up our pace to get back to the car. After a slightly quieter and tense walk back, we made it to the car. In the end we got to see a fascinating natural hot spring, just no bears.
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I like the curiosity that begins with noticing something intriguing on the map. Saying it was “underwhelming at first” sets up the shift and allowed the stairs to become a change in perspective, immersing you in a completely different environment. The sulfur, steam, colors, and other detailed descriptions really made me feel like I was there. Great story, and thank you for sharing!
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It was a cool spring morning during my senior year. I came in for my 9-5 shift at a small, family-owned grocery store in my hometown, expecting a normal day. At the time, I had been there about a year and a half. Right after I clocked in, my manager walked up to me and said that the main person in charge of training had called off, and she wanted me to train a new hire. She told me that she was older, had some retail experience, and had done two days of training at our store, but this was her first shift with customers. Although I had trained someone before, this was a completely different experience because, instead of them being on their fifth day of training, as I was used to, it was only her third day and her first with customers. The morning started a little rocky. She kept missing the button needed to let people pay with their cards, and the line began to back up. During this, I stood behind her, bagged groceries, watched the screen, and we slowed down. I took my time and slowly went through the process step by step until she started to pick up on it and eventually had no issues. By the time the lunch rush hit, she was taking care of customers with no problems, and we were able to keep up with all the people. While training her, I had customers complimenting me on my patience and the process I used to teach her, which really reassured me. Throughout the day, I learned more about her, and she turned out to be a very nice person. She told me I reminded her of her grandson. In the end, patience changed the pace for both of us.
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Staying patient in situations like this can be difficult, when it gets busy it can be stressful even when you are not training someone. Getting reissuance from others is a great feeling, knowing you are good at your job and good with other people.
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My freshman year of high school, I was a year ahead in math, taking honors Geometry. I sat down in the classroom, cold, nervous, and in an unfamiliar place. At first, I kept to myself as the first few weeks of school were quite daunting. New faces around every corner I turn, and rarely would I be greeted by the face of my best friend, nd who shared zero classes with me. I was met with many challenges throughout the year, particularly the style of teaching my geometry teacher had. He firmly believed in a growth mindset, which focuses on grit and determination to overcome challenges, but adopting this mindset was difficult for me. I often had the “I can’t do this” attitude, which carried into a lot of frustration and anxiety with math. My school may have viewed me as “advanced,” but even gifted kids falter at times. My teacher continued to push our limits with college-level homework questions, in-depth lectures, and many quizzes, which may have been turned in with a tear stain or two. Over time, I realized that my teacher had a point about the growth mindset. I faced many challenges in that class, but around halfway through the year, when I finally gave in and changed how I viewed setbacks, I noticed much more success. I learned that the growth mindset is more than just determination and perseverance. With a growth mindset, you must also remember to be kind to yourself. I learned to allow myself to fail, make mistakes, and instead of saying “I can’t”, I now say, “I can try again”.
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I definitely understand having to change the way you think because of a way a teacher teaches. I’m glad you were able to change your attitude and allow yourself to make mistakes but not give up. And you’re right that even “advanced” kids have there struggles and it is very important to be kind to yourself.
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It was my junior year, and I had just moved up to the varsity team for rowing. After a long process of proving to myself and my coaches I was officially in the stern of the boat, no more questions about it, no more moving around. It was a great feeling to have knowing that my hard work had paid off and that I have proved myself wrong, with all my self doubting. But now came a whole new set of challenges and responsibilities, I now had to lead and set the pace for the seven girls sitting behind me in the boat. I had to listen to both the coach and our coxswain about when I needed to speed up, slow down, or put in more pressure, because everyone was following me. Before one of my first races after being placed in the stern, I was so afraid. The anxiety of messing up during the race was eating me alive, if I messed up, I could off-set the whole boat which could cause us to lose the race. I remember being so scared as I got into my seat and we pushed off the dock. But slowly, as we practiced while rowing up the river to get into position to start the race, my nerves calmed down. I focused on the feeling of the water moving against my oar as I, and the seven other girls, pushed the boat through the water to the start. I looked at the ripples all of our oars were making and how they stayed on the water until we were far away from them. And then we were at the start, and all of my nerves came back, but I knew that as soon as I heard that starting noise I would be fine. And I was, as we glided on the water, getting ahead of all the other boats we were competing against, I was calm in the head. Only thinking about how I had to keep pushing so we could continue to pass the other boats. Ignoring the pain my body and how I was so tired, because I knew I had it in me to finish the race. And then suddenly it was all over, we had reached the end, and we won. Everyone relaxed and I realized that all the fear I had before the race was gone because now I knew that I could lead the boat in a race, not just in practice.
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I really like the way you described your nerves before the race but then you focused on the movement of the water and your oar to calm yourself down. It makes your win seem even bigger because you pushed through your anxiety and fears to be the best leader you could be.
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I was on the edge of my seat waiting to hear that you had won! I’m so glad that you were able to push through your anxieties and tell yourself that you CAN do this! That grit and growth mindset is crucial!
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Throughout high school, I was a member of many clubs, but one of my favorite clubs was the Student Council. Being a part of the council meant that I was in charge of helping with one of our most anticipated holiday events: Chrismahanukwanzakah, better known as CHK. This event was a giant competition between grade levels, and even though the only true prize was bragging rights, the energy made it feel like so much more. There were many events like dodgeball, human surfing, Santa hat musical chairs, tug of war, and so much more. During my very first CHK event, I was not aware of how intense the competition would be. I remember standing in my high school gymnasium, surrounded by screaming students whose cheers and boos echoed around me. Although I remember the feeling stressed as I frantically tried to organize people for their events, the feeling of excitement and the drive to win far outweighed the anxiety. CHK helped teach me something important: I have strong leadership skills. I was able to keep everyone organized while still having fun and maintaining a positive attitude, which are crucial qualities for being a leader. Through Student Council and CHK, I not only gained experience but also confidence in my ability to lead and guide others.
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I like how you described the noise of the audience, it helped put the reader in the moment. I’m glad it taught you a lesson.
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It was early March of my junior year, and I was sitting in my car before school. As always, I had driven to school early and arrived 40 minutes before the first period bell rang. I did not have any specific reason for doing so, I think I just enjoyed those 40 minutes of peace before a full day of toil. My old car sat shaking, isolated in the white parking lot, struggling to keep producing heat while I shivered, rubbing my red hands together. It was another dark, snowy morning, as northeast Ohio often produces. Ice still encompassed most of my windshield, as I cleared just enough off to see out of it. I tuned into the classical station, hoping for something familiar, though I rarely ever recognized any of the pieces. Exhausted, I put my head in my hands. For a while I sat there just like that, listening to the music. Eventually, I looked up from my hands to see the sun rising in front of me, hues of orange and red seeping through the clouds. This was something I had not had the pleasure of viewing since September. It felt as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The sunlight suddenly brought me out of my mental slump and reminded me that like winter and night, my struggles are only temporary. And eventually, I will feel at peace once again.
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The summer after my junior year, I was faced with a challenge I have seen before but knew I would have to push through. As a summer lifeguard, there are a handful of prerequisites you have to pass during certification. Although it may seem like a small feat, I struggled immensely with our brick test. I still remember my first certification and how I passed that test with a stroke of faith given to me by the instructor. A dozen or so of us were all shivering in the 4-foot end of the pool, rain splashing us and hitting us from both directions as the drops ricocheted off the top of the pool. We formed a line, and with every second passing and each person going to retrieve the brick, my breathes became more and more shallow. It was difficult to tell if my shivers were from being soaked to the bone in 60 degrees or if it was from the shear anxiety of passing this test. I watched in panic as some people struggled to hold their head above water, terrified I would do the same. Time flew by waiting in line until the instructor called out my name. I began swimming to the deep end of the pool, mentally telling myself over and over to calm down. I would reiterate, “You’ve done it before – you can do it now”. Once I spotted the brick I dove down and held it as tightly as I could to my chest with my knuckles turning white. Once I breached the surface, I went onto my back, not daring to remove a hand from the brick. I could my body being pulled down into the water. The surface of the water coming up higher and higher along the sides of my face, forcing me to take long deep breathes to keep myself from any form of panic. Kick. Kick. Kick. All I keep saying to myself. Time moved slowly and I began to doubt if i would make it to the line without going under. That was until the instructor blew the whistle as I crossed the line.
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I really like the way you explained this experience as if it were a suspenseful story. The fine details and events happening really put the reader in your shoes. You also did a good job explaining your feelings and what you did to overcome the challenges. The suspense and relief as the story continues makes it very interesting to read. I would like to know your biggest takeaway from this experience or how it has applied to other experiences later on.
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Reflecting on high school always takes me back to the lessons I learned along the way. During the teenage years, it is common to take offense and care about what other people think of you. This goes along with trying to make friends and fitting in. My goal was usually to be included with the popular kids because it made me feel like I meant something and that I was a part of the top-tier kids. I was also very friendly and tried my best to be likable to everyone. This only got me so far. I got to the point where my very large collection of somewhat friends began to split into their own small groups about halfway through high school. This made me realize I was not good enough friends with the right people, and instead, I was left out of every group because I couldn’t favor one group over the others. I was upset about this, but concluded that it was what’s best for me. I decided to find the few friends who only cared about each other’s true selves and did not put on an act to fit in. Even though I lost most of my “popular” friends, it revealed that they are not good influences and made me think about how I even wanted to hang out with them from the beginning. Learning this and accepting it was one of the better things I experienced in high school. In the end, I made real friends, lost my unhealthy friends, and in a way found my true self. This experience also applies to other life concepts like finding healthy environments, being around good people, and being comfortable with yourself.
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This is a very important lesson that I hope every high school student can learn. Finding the right people that enjoy you, for you is very important so you can have a support group and people to fall back on. I know it can be upsetting finding out that the popular kids are the wrong people to be around, but in the long run, it is better to find a more supportive group that are real friends.
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During my junior year of high school, I decided to sign up for a powerlifting meet. I hired a coach named Nick in December and began my 12 week preparation phase for this meet. My coach helped me with weight selection, progression, and variations of squatting, benching, and deadlifting. After 12 weeks of prep, it was finally time to compete. The evening before my meet I remember drinking extreme amounts of fluids. This consisted of water, Gatorade, Pedialyte, and more. This was to make sure I was well hydrated for my meet and did not cramp up the next day. The morning of my meet, I remember feeling very anxious. I was excited to step on the platform and show my friends and family what I had been working on for the past three months but I was also worried that my lifts would not feel good or that I would perform poorly. My warmups for my first lift went as planned and I felt very strong. Stepping on the platform for my squat was a feeling I had never experienced before. I remember the adrenaline running through me and everyone cheering me on. My squats very successful along with my bench and deadlift. This is a very fond memory of mine and marks the beginning of my powerlifting journey. I have my third meet scheduled for this December and have worked with my coach Nick ever since that first meet.
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I understand the anxiety that comes with having to perform in front of your friends and family for the first time, even when you know have done absolutely everything possible to prepare yourself. I like the way you described the adrenaline running through you as everyone cheered you on because that is something that is really important to me when I’m anxious during dance competitions. I’m glad everything went successful and that you are still competing!
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The summer of my sophomore year was the start of many new experiences for me in the high school band. We had a new band director, and it was my first year being chosen as a leader. I remember thinking that my old band director must have put in a good word for me because my friend and I, both sophomores, were chosen as leaders over two seniors. This made me very excited, but also very nervous because I knew that those two seniors were probably not very happy that we were chosen over them. Sure enough, as I expected, they gave us a very hard time all throughout band camp. I knew that, as a leader, I couldn’t let their harsh words and actions affect me because I had to make sure the freshmen knew who to listen to and how they were supposed to act. We had a few new members that year, but two freshmen specifically seemed to follow my friend and I closely. They always came to us for help and listened to every word we said. As a result of this, they ended up becoming two of my very close friends, and very good marchers and musicians. So much so that the next year they stepped up to join my friend and I as leaders. This experience proved to me that even though there are often challenging people who add difficulty into my job or life, I can’t let them affect me because in the end, I grew as a person and helped shape two very good leaders who I have full confidence in to run our section now that I have graduated. I believe that I helped them gain the confidence they needed to be very successful leaders.
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I loved reading your post! I know what you mean, because I was in the exact situation. To have to be leaders for people older than you can be intimidating, but I can tell you handled it so well!
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Throughout my schooling, I have participated in various productions put on by the drama team. There is something about putting on a show with your peers that is immensely rewarding. The junior year of high school, however, can provide challenges for everyone, as course loads become more intense and the college search process begins. My parents were worried about me being able to stay on top of everything, and they told me I could not participate in the musical due to the long hours of rehearsal that it typically exacts. Instead, my parents told me I could do track. This gave me a springboard to participate in a race that spring, one that I had been eyeing for a while. The Rachel Carson Trail Challenge is an ultramarathon that includes more than 8000′ of elevation gain, while running 37 miles. The race was one of the most enjoyable events I ever competed in, but I want to tell you about the morning of the race. There is no official start line, as the race follows a pre-existing trail that winds through northern Pittsburgh. Because of this, the starting queue becomes a long line, stretching out past the registration table. I lived a 5-minute walk from the starting area, and I woke up at 3:30 to make the trek over. It was cold and dark, but I was wide awake and bright-eyed, excited for the day ahead. The race started at sunrise on the longest day of the year, 5:32 am, so I ate a banana, stretched, and tried to calm the pre-race jitters that racked my body. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the race officials sounded the buzzer and we were off. I was so excited to finally be able to race that I took off, leading the race of ~240 entrants. My harsh pace in the race ended up getting me 5th, but I was so proud just to cross that finish line, and that moment will be one that I remember for the rest of my life.
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This is a crazy accomplishment! I can understand why this would be a significant memory for you, especially since you got fifth place in a 37-mile run! It’s great that, despite losing one extracurricular, you found something just as important to dedicate your time to and put such valuable effort into. Also, I appreciate you starting the story off gradually, with a good background before getting into the main subject; it makes for a captivating memory!
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I used to volunteer at the Cleveland Animal Protective League during my junior year of high school. Every other weekend during the spring, I would wake up early and arrive at the shelter by eight to walk dogs for two hours. The shelter stank and was never quiet; there were mysterious liquids on the ground and dogs in various health conditions and workers that were slightly off-putting, but it was my favorite way to begin my day. The shelter was closed to the public, which meant it would always be me and whatever dogs I chose to walk for the day. I always thought I had a special connection to dogs since I’ve been around them all my life, but shelter dogs were unique. They didn’t always care about who handled them because many different people interacted with them all day. The dogs never had a special person for too long because that was the situation they had been dumped in. Regardless of whether the dogs cared about me or not, though, I still cared about them as much as they would allow me. So, for every Sunday that I came in, I prepared a bag of good treats, picked my favorite leash, and walked to each kennel to find a dog I was trained to take out. And every Sunday, after I walked, I drove to watch the waves from the warmth of my car until my mom wondered where I was and called me home. Each time I went to the APL, I met someone new to interact with, along with the dogs I took out. There was a mother who came in on her free time, whose daughter used to attend my high school, and a worker who majored in zoology at Kent State. Another worker who asked me every time I saw him how I was doing, and my favorite dog, which was on a strict Cheerio treat diet. Since starting at the shelter, I realized I enjoyed making moments for myself to do things that could give me comfort and familiarity. I found myself needing to have something that only I could have and experience. That shelter was something so simple that bloomed into the beginning of so many other outcomes, and without that finding time for myself, I would have never discovered an important piece of my personality.
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That is so awesome that you were a able to find a part of yourself and personality by doing so much good for the community! I have a dog myself that suffers from heart problems and I really enjoy playing with him as well. I can understand why this is such an important and impactful memory for you! Something so simple ended up starting and beginning so many great things in your life! Is there a specific dog that you really connected with in particular?
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My favorite high school memory was being a part of the golf team. I had a very enriching experience and met a lot of valuable people to my life during these years. A personal highlight that I can recall is senior night. It was our last match at our home course and we took a victory over Lake Center Christian School. It was a warm sunny day and me and my best friend got paired together to play. I remember we were both playing good and having so much fun. We were both the top two scores for our team and I recorded an eagle and he recorded a birdie. We ended up winning by a lot but the highlight of my story was the last hole. We were the final group to come in and everyone was watching as we teed off on nine. my friend David teed off and he hit a very good shot on the final par three and everyone went crazy. Then it was my turn to tee off and I hit an even better shot closer to the whole and everyone cheered so loud. We both acknowledged each other through a morale boosting high five. We then continued our way up the fairway to where the crowd was standing, and everyone was still cheering we both smiled at each other soaked up our last moment on the course together on our final hole. We both putted out and birdied the final hole with everyone there and gave each other one dap up on the course.
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