Senior Essay

FCAs

1) Length and structure.

2) Hero’s Journey Terms.

3) Carefully edit final draft.

Senior Hero

Well, here I am, standing proudly with my fellow seniors. I, as a hero, have defeated my call to graduate from high school. I stand here honored for my strength not to give in, wisdom for not attending weekly fights. My weaknesses have changed in a positive way.

Back in the good ol’ days lies the threshold of my beginning; the day I entered Platt, I remember my first thoughts. My eyes shifted about the quiet people in the hall, as it was strangely calm and quiet. One thing was for sure; the pace of the people walking went from the “death walk” in Washington to “ race cars and traffic directions” in the halls of Platt Between bells. All in all, it was very different from the bad experiences I’ve had at Washington middle school. A girl named Amber was the only one I knew out of the whole entire school of Platt. But as the year passed, I decided to join the Diversity Club and made more friends. During this period of my life I also learned Platt was a very diverse school. How ever, the abyss of my years here at Platt was the CAPT testing. But a few of my allies, such as Mr. Moore and Mrs. .Dipace, has helped me on the subject I now gain as strength. For three years I have been on the honor roll, why? Simply because I wish to go further, keep my head up high and make something of my self. I wish to teach people who I am and what I can do.

As a freshman, I was sort of a quiet tomboy. At times I was serious, mostly expecting to be picked on. My first group of friends was John R., John M., Brandy and Ashley in learning strategies class. Soon that year I joined the diversity club. As I learned Platt was very much diverse. In fact, enduring diversity week I went up in front of what seemed like millions of seniors and I told them a problem I had in Washington middle school. Though I was shaky and nervous, I felt relieved as they started to clap. As a freshman, this ordeal helped me to realize even though I am not perfect, I could still be accepted. Sometimes the office lady would ask me if I liked Plat, indeed I did. At Platt I was less depressed then I was in Washington middle school. At first I felt like a lab rat forced to find the cheese in the maze. But by the end of the year I had learned the sort of format Platt had.

When I was a senior I was more serious, I wanted to get cracking. I wanted to find of what I could do as a job. Then I decided to take typing to become a secretary. During the year I seemed to have a hard time in typing. Don’t get me wrong, the typing program was fun. I mustered through with semi good grades. This made me frustrated, but still I thought about what I could possibly be good at.

During my junior year of high school a lot had happened. Over the summer my brother had impressed me with images from adobe photo shop. But he would not show me how to do it; he said I had to sign up for the Adobe Photo Shop course. So I signed up for Adobe Photo Shop. While I took this course, I began to realize how creatively artistic I am and always will be. My brother’s graduation was the first graduation I ever went to. Sure, I was excited, happy for them getting a diploma. The ending of one thing and the starting another. But on my half, after the graduation, I started to think a lot and it started to sadden me. Have you ever seen that movie were it has a kid running after a car but stops because the kid can't catch up and is forced to just watch the car fade off into the distance. That's how I feel. My mom translates it to a gleeful "wait for me." I feel also, beside happy and excited, I feel sad. Like I’ve followed in their footsteps for 3 years and now it comes time for them to go and leave, to start their lives. I feel like I am made to stay and watch them walk out of my life and I can't follow any more. I feel sad because of the possibility that I may never see them again. I wish I could step back and re-wind time and give every single one of those seniors a hug and “good luck in the world.” Throughout this year I became creative and learned about HTML, the code and language behind all computers. Also I noticed my soft side about the seniors that have graduated.

This year as I became senior, I was confident and concentrated, both smarter and wiser. Enduring my class in adobe photo shop last year, Mr. Lourenze had discussed new openings for a class called “video production.” So I signed up for video production and here I am. But now I realize making a video exactly perfect to meet the standards of product producers can be hard and upsetting at times. As a senior. I became smarter about how to use a camcorder. I learned more about ulead video studio and how to put footage together. Also, by watching Nate and Dan work with the green screen, and participate in being a victim by sitting or standing in front of the cam, I learned how to partly use a green screen as well.

I am satisfied now with my decision as to what my career womeill be. Now I speak to you as a proud graduate from Platt high school, my one and only hope and dream is to become a photographer. Also, most definitely do I hope to see the seniors of 2006
some day outside in the real world.