In my few years of existence on this petite planet called earth, a few significant achievements have crossed my winding path to adulthood. My intuitive nature has steered me down the best choice when such an event spliced my fate into two directions: neither wrong, but one which reprimanded greater outcomes. One such case would have to be my involvement in the evolution of the student newspaper, The Smoke Signal, at my high school.
Freshman and Sophomore years, a prevailing question kept creeping from the recesses of my mind: where is our school newspaper? A luminescent vision of hope arrived; my Junior English teacher stated to me that the revived school newspaper was looking for candidates to get an issue out before the year ended. With my spirit enlightened, I immediately signed up, promising and devoting my knowledge to get a paper out on time.
However, no movement appeared from the teacher sponsor or any candidates that were accepted into the staff in months. With my dream seemingly dead, I knew something had to be done quickly. I immediately went to the teacher in charge of the entire reincarnation.
I began to travel to his class after school every day. In this time, we would talk to staff members about what was needed. This persistence and obvious leadership resulted in the teacher promoting me to an editor. With my carefree, yet commanding attitude, I helped lead the staff of students to produce a newspaper with innovative stories which told of the predicaments of our community and school.
The hard work and determination I put into the school newspaper not only built me as a person, but also effected all who read the great stories which occupied its pages.







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One day, I will grow, and we will see eye to eye.
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One day, I will grow, and we will see eye to eye.
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One day, I will grow, and we will see eye to eye.
So you're the one who stole Frank's voice!
^__^;; Nice job so far
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