Texas Christian University is perfect for me because it brings me back to my roots. My father grew up in West Texas and as he shared his childhood memories with me something that always seemed to repeat itself were the stories of these creatures called the “horny toad” (or horned frog) that visited his house every summer. I always wondered if they really existed, and now I’m glad to know they are alive and well in Fort Worth, Texas...
At the end of middle school, I was left with a tough choice: whether to continue my education in public high school, or to leave for a private school. Although very studious as a child, I was still unsure of myself and my place in my school community. Academics had always been a very individual effort, so throughout my childhood I had little experience with group dynamics. To most, the young me was “bright, but reserved” as a student...
As I sit in the small office connected to Room 102, I am spending time in the place I most enjoy. The office is bustling with people: some editing articles, some laying out pages in InDesign, some standing around waiting for a computer to open up, and some simply talking. In this tiny office, I spend my lunches, many of my breaks, and a considerable amount of after-school time. I am one of the editors-in-chief of my high school’s newspaper, The Campanile...
“What I wish I knew” were the five words that ensnared my middle-school self. I Googled, sought out it all - advice from high schoolers, college graduates, or even those with decades more life experience than myself. That Boy Scout motto-esque nature of preparing myself for the future persists, rooted firmly in my conscious action...
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