Everyone always tells you to try your best and give it your all. This is exactly what I had been doing for past year in school. The day had come for my letter to arrive. The letter that decided whether or not I would get into NJHS. NJHS stood for National Junior Honor Society, and it was an honor to be asked. I stood by the window at the front of the house and gazed out into the street, staring at the mailbox. The mailman's truck rumbled up to the mailbox and the man got out and placed the mail inside. After the truck rumbled away, I grabbed the key to unlock the box and sprinted outside. I ran quickly because it was drizzling outside and I didn’t want me or my letter to be soaked. I hastily unlocked the mailbox and shuffled through the mail. …show more content…
Seeing my letter, addressed to Ms. Annabelle Alemand, I ran back inside, almost slipping from running so fast. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I sat down on the couch, and stared at the letter. I felt like I would explode with anticipation. I had worked hard for this letter for almost a year. Getting good grades, not getting in trouble, and being as nice as possible had all been a part of trying to be admitted. And now I would see if it had all been worth the effort. Nervously I peeled back the flap gluing the envelope together. Carefully, pulling the letter out of the envelope. The letter was folded into thirds, hiding the words from my view. I pulled the letter open. My anticipation was overtaken by nervousness as I quickly scanned the letter for anything. Anything that signaled my admittance. Disappointment was evident on my face after not finding what I was looking for. After what seemed like days, I found the words “gladly accept”. My face lit up like a Christmas tree, and I was filled to the brim with joy. Gripping the letter in disbelief, I sat down. I let this new information sink in. I had been accepted.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had worked so hard for this opportunity, and I had finally been accepted after that year of hard work, keeping my grades up and filling out forms. My goal had been reached and I couldn't be more proud of myself. I see my dad peering at me from the top of the stairs. “Dad, I got in! I’m so excited!” I exclaimed happily. “Good job. We are so proud of you!” my dad said, smiling at me. None of us could be happier, especially me. It was the day of the induction ceremony, two weeks after I had recieved my letter. My stomach was filled with butterflies that just didn’t want to rest. All of the students that were accepted couldn’t stop moving and fidgeting around. We looked like bees in a hive that had been shaken. I kept smoothing the pleats on my skirt, a nervous habit I developed. After what seemed like hours, they opened the tall oak doors of the chapel. As we were walking to the pews where we would sit, I scanned the crowd for my mother. My mom flashes me a comforting smile, reassuring me of my worries, temporarily. All of the inductees reach the pews and …show more content…
sit. After almost ten minutes of speeches from the officials, I was restless and tired of waiting.
And from what I gathered from looking around me, others were too. Lauren Way, an usher, signaled for us to stand and to make our way to the altar. My hands were shaking, and I wished they would stop. We stay standing as reach the altar. To calm my nerves, I thought that in about five minutes, I would have a new pin on my jacket. I really couldn’t wait. My brother looks at me to be still, so I stop. “Annabelle Alemand and Cameron Alemand,” Mr. Laskoski, our head of middle school, says. My brother and I slowly walk to the altar, posture stiff and smiles on our faces. We receive our pins. I examine mine and see that it is a silver torch, the word “NJHS” in blue on the handle. My posture was stiff, but I had a giddy smile plastered on my face. It was 7 o’clock, and the ceremony had ended. Everything had gone as planned, thankfully. I was taking pictures and saying thank you to everyone. But I stopped suddenly with a realization. I realized in that very moment that if you really try to work hard for something, like I did, it will pay off. I had worked as hard as I could, sometimes sacrificing things I wanted for it. But I had done the best I could, and it had gotten me this
far.
As a student at Northvale Public School, I have grown up with my older siblings being inducted into an organization called the National Junior Honor Society. I had seen all the hard work and dedication they put into their school work and activities just to get into this society, making me want to be just like them. Then a few weeks ago, I found a note on my desk in homeroom telling me that I had been nominated to be apart of this society. Through citizenship and character, leadership, and service, I intend on being inducted into the society I have heard so much about. Though it will take a lot of effort this school year, being a part of this society is a dream of mine that I will make sure to come true.
In the days leading up to her graduation, she was so excited about receiving her diploma for her academic accomplishments, even though she hasn’t accomplished a lot in life by experiencing a little bit of it. She felt like the birthday girl with her pretty dress, beautiful hair, and the presents she received from Uncle Willie and her mother. She felt like it w...
Each speech was written as we strived to choose the right words that would have exactly the right impact on the crowd. I became more anxious as I tried to prepare myself to give my last speech. I cleared my throat and I was suddenly the first one in line. I stepped up to the microphone and began flipping through a pile of loose papers searching for the speech I had written, analyzed, read, and re-read. Just as quickly, I came across a paper with my name written across the top. I took a deep breath and began to read it aloud. My nerves were a little more at ease as I read through the text I had written. I spoke naturally and fluently just as the day before when I practiced. I took time to look into the crowd. As I scanned the crowd I spotted my parents once again, and just like before they began to excitedly
...lings that overcame me: it was the first time I felt as though I was important, the first time I felt as though I was a scholar, and most importantly, the first time I felt as though I belonged. I want to be an active voice on campus and in the classrooms; I want to be a role model to the diverse student body; I want to branch out with the opportunity given by GS; and most of all, I want to grow into the leader I dream to become.
When I initially received the epistle inviting me to apply for the National Junior Honor Society, my inceptive thought was of gratitude for the recognition. My academic success has been a staple in my life since pre-kindergarten. Whether at school or in any other setting, learning is one of my major objectives. It gives me the self satisfaction of obtaining knowledge and sharing it with others. Maintaining an unweighted GPA of 4.0 for the past 2 1/2 years in middle school has not been without challenges, but those trials will help to develop strength needed to navigate through
As a student at Ridgeway Middle School, I understand that my academic performance and achievement are the results of my hard work and dedication, which led to the opportunity of me becoming a leader and member of the National Junior Honor Society. By obtaining a GPA of 3.6 and higher, I strongly believe that I have met expectations and requirements to honorably become a member of the National Junior Honor Society. Additionally, I have participated in many competitions, let alone studying and school commitment.
I have accomplished a lot in a short period; however, my journey is not complete until I continue my education. Essentially, this degree will help foster my growth and career success. My passion and dedication will speak for itself. My hard work and determination will prevail and I am a fit more than the next applicant because I have the passion, experience, critical thinking and analytical skills needed to complete this program through successfully arguing my capstone in front of a board or committee. My goals are definitely aligned with this program and I hope my next read is an acceptance letter from the admissions council.
It had been a fairly good week. I received an A on another one of Mr. Jackson’s exams, and completed another week of eighth grade basketball ‘practice’, which in my case consisted of standing against the wall watching the starters run the plays. It was only my first year playing, so I was just enjoying being on the team with my friends. But that weekend was to be unlike most others in my past. I was attending my aunt’s wedding downtown. I was to watch my aunt, who I had known my whole life, and her boyfriend, who I had known for about 3 years, commit to each other the rest of their lives before the audience of people they knew the best. The last wedding I had attended, in 2004, was a very different experience for me. I was younger and knew less about how the world
Being accepted to college can be the most exciting time of a person’ life while also being the most disappointing. According to an article from Forbes, titled “Too Poor For College, Too Rich For Financial Aid,” author Robert Farrington wrote a story about his daughter’s college application experience. She patiently awaited to hear back from her top choice school, the prestigious John’s Hopkins University. After months of pure anxiety, a giant envelope arrived in the mail. The colorful exterior gave away the seemingly great news that the envelope enclosed. After opening the envelope, her acceptance letter revealed itself. According to Farrington, at first, the family was over joyed. Their kid got into her top choice college! But after moving
As I opened the doors to Ps 135. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was the first day of school in America for me and I had been feeling nervous all that morning my mom, and my aunt I stepped inside the school. I looked inside the gigantic hallway, beautifully colors radiating from the walls and the walls covered with student work and pictures. My aunt told my mom, we had to go to the office to register me into the school. My mom told me “wait out here “I didn’t want to I wanted to get to meet all the staff. I had never been so nervous in my life Finally, I decided to ask my mom something. “Mom, do you know how to say I don’t know how to speak English very well in French?” I asked her in French. She didn’t know since she was new to the country as well. We finally got to speak with a staff member and she was very nice she explained everything and I became an official student at PS 135.
All the inducted students gathered at the backstage getting ready to be inducted. The students were dressed formally; they were from different age groups and ethnicities, the only thing that unified us was glory and joy. When the ceremony started we proceeded to our seats on the stage, guided by a member of the student organization. After that, the Dean of Phoenix College made a speech and gave a turn to the other members of the Honor Society. When they were done, we lined up to start the induction. Our names were called one by one; along with claps and vows of the families and friends, we paused to take a picture with the dean. Then we each lit a candle and gathered on the stage to take a picture together. When the induction ended we went outside for refreshments and share the joyful moment with our families and
Right now, a buzz is going through the hall in which all the seniors are waiting and they look like bees swarming in the hall. It’s becoming hot and we’re all getting impatient. Amber is more composed and enjoying the good times in the present. She is standing there happy but sad to be dispersing from the rest of her classmates. Ann, the smartest one is having a little fun but not really. Her feelings are that of a person who realizes she’s going to miss what she had, but wanting to get the ceremony over with because it’s taking too long. Standing in that room we are together and enjoying one last real time capturing a picture with each other. Amber’s mom is so proud of her daughter that she keeps talking and smiling and trying to part of every MOMent. Amber is thinking to herself that she wishes her mom weren’t there but she’s ‘happy inside because someone is cooing over’ her. As Ann is standing beside Amber she keeps getting these expressions that say, she likes being with her friends but, ‘what is taking so long? Can’t we get out of these dang robes, yet?’
“ill wait for your dad to get down here to bring up the great news we have for you”.
That turning point has made me believe more in myself. I always try to my very last effort till the last second however hard it sounds. Thanks to that principle, I have been able to overcome many obstacles, and gain others’ appreciation. I have become the confident president of a 120-member-club, the enthusiastic leaders of many major environmental projects in Vietnam and the potential global youngster.
Then, I heard everyone scream “Surprise!” I could not believe my eyes. There was decoration all over the living room, a cake on the table, music and a big bouquet of pink flowers. My eyes start tearing. I was delighted and humbled by how lucky I was to have such an amazing family. I ran up to my parents, my three brothers, and sisters in law and hugged all of them. We started singing and dancing I cannot forget those moments of my life. Then I realized time was running and that I still had to go to my cousin’s house to do my makeup. I rushed to her house leaving my family at home, so they could get ready, and we could later celebrate after the graduation. As, Sandra was putting on my makeup; I was thinking of how I was going to react when they called my name on the stage. I was smiling as I was thinking of the moment of my