I would not call myself shy or quiet; rather I wait until I need to speak. Nor would I call myself a bandwagoner (unless Obama tells me to be); rather I am often outspoken. In middle school, I’d gone from end-of-grade finals to end-of-year celebrations to saying farewell to having classes with my some of my best friends. By the

Apex High School and the Peak of Good Living are about to be in rear view mirror as I take on college in Chapel Hill. The past four years of high school, as cheesy as it sounds, have changed my life. I walked into Señora Lasher’s classroom for the first time freshmen year for Spanish 3, a class with twelve

I had a lot of hopes for high school–as most people do–and they’re idealistic as you would imagine them to be. Mine consisted of being at the top of my class, glowing up by 300%, and by senior year, becoming friends with the school wallflowers and go on indie-flick inspired, John Green, thought-provoking adventures. As you can guess, none of

When I started high school, I expected to leave it having undergone a complete transformation—and I am leaving it having undergone a complete transformation. However, it is not the transformation I was expecting at all. I had been expecting and hoping that I would leave high school with hair that was longer and less poofy and a dress size at