Essay from High School...

Last night I was looking through a box of things I kept from high school. It was interesting the things that were in there. Just a sampling, I found about 100 notes from my Dad that he used to leave in my lunch box everyday. Cute, I know! There were also various notes from friends at school, love letters, a few birthday cards, sports letters for a jacket (I didn't want a jacket), certificates of stupid academic things and chords from graduation. There was also this essay I found that instantly took me back to these moments of high school. I would gladly go back through all of the things I have gone through over the last 6 years to be back at my senior year of high school. I know it's hard for some to understand but I loved high school, especially my senior year. There were 6 of us girls that were inseparable. We were ALWAYS together. To these girls, I will always be grateful and very sentimental as they taught me to love and be loved for me.

Before I let you read part of this essay that explains my senior year of high school, please note that I have been blessed so much with friendships and lovely people throughout the years. Relationships are what I love and what brings me joy.

"There are many topics on which I am passionate about. Political, religious, philosophical, and trivial...yet, I think I should write about what I know best. That subject indefinitely is my friends. While this may sound like a frivolous thesis, if I'm honest, it is one of the most influential and important parts of my life. They have been a huge part of what makes me. They've provided joy, pain, support, laughter, tears, and all the good emotions that make living real. That is what they do for me, they make my life real. They push me in my faith, and build me up in a Christian atmosphere that is so perfect. They have greatly influenced my life. The memories I have with them, they things they say to me, the way I can look at them and feel like I'm the most blessed person in the world... these are the things who shape who I am. I don't know if the admissions staff is interested in this, or if they understand why this is important but I once heard that aspiring writers should write about what they know. This is all I know. In the past two years, my life has changed drastically with the Lord becoming the center of my world. Besides Him and my family, my core group of friends describes me. Let me tell you a little about our group of friends... it's mostly girls (which is the subject of many jokes) but a few boys are daring enough to hang out with us occasionally. We are all profoundly different, physically and every other way possible. Some of us are tall, some short. Some easy-going, a few demanding.We can all read each other in remarkable ways and we have mental connections that sometimes bewilder even us. Laughing is our forte and communication, our major foible. We are protective of each other and yet the words shared between us often hurt the most. Quality time is a requirement, and tangible gifts unnecessary. No one is ever the most important, the most loved, the most beautiful or the most anything... we're all equal. We love to hang out at Starbucks for hours. We dance like no one is watching (people usually are, and laughing simultaneously), and we sing at the top of our lungs... off key and singing the wrong words. Creativity on the weekends is what we pride ourselves in, since none of us drink or party-hard we often end up doing things regarded as incredibly childish or immature... and having more fun than imaginable. These memories, these moments, these people... this is what I know. It is what I'm incredibly passionate about. It has affected me in ways that words don't do justice to. They have made me strong, wise, funny, loved and incredibly content. Most of all, they've made me who I am."