I attended two seminars this week regarding how the following Senior year will play out for North Hills Preparatory students--i.e. me. The only word I can think of to describe my current despair is:
Bittersweet.
Childhood, I cast you away from my side as I pick up each tool I have to prepare me for my battle against college admissions officers and boards that will regard my applications, resumés, recommendation letters and essays with severe caution and scrutiny. This scrutiny is necessary so that they can grasp an idea of what type of person I am, but I hope that through the paper they will discover a diamond in the rough that has curly-headed potential to do some awfully good work in this world. Universities of the greater Dallas metroplex: I am Mikayla Jeane, hear me roar.
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