Yearbook Experience Analysis

My participation the the Yearbook Club over the past four year truly defines my high school experience. Within the first month of 9th grade, I decided that it would be good for college applications if I joined at school organization. I was chosen for my abilities in writing and before the end of September I was officially a member of the Yearbook Club. Calling this organization a "club" doesn't accurately portray all of the hard work that we all put into this book every year. I went to Yearbook every day for about an hour at the end of the school day. Close to deadlines, I'd stay after an hour or two. That was only my first year, when I was writing a few articles about school spirit or the Homecoming Dance. During my sophomore year I became the primary writer for

During my senior year, it came to the advisors' attention that many members were no longer working as hard as they should be and without mercy, they were cut from the club. Two members and myself were the only ones who remained. I was now not only the head writer, but the only writer. It was a long year, in which we stayed after for a few hours every few weeks. I began to pick up on some digital media skills in the time that I had spent watching the book come together and took on some graphics and photography work. It was stressful and upsetting to have to work on the Yearbook everyday and on top of this new stress, I had AP and honors courses. Many times quitting had crossed my mind. There were probably a few days that when my mom picked me up from the bus stop I would complain on the way home about how much I hate Yearbook. But as the year went on and I had devoted many hours to writing and worrying for the Yearbook Club, we finally finished the book. It was then, in the spring of my junior year, that I finally began to appreciate all that I had gone through with yearbook. The other two members of the club and I had become close, and we worked very well