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Here is the story of how switching classes a week into my freshman year of high school changed my life. I had wanted to attend Spruce Creek High School’s IB program since I was in elementary school, and was so excited when I was accepted. 1/12
To make it even better, I was going to get to be a majorette with some of my teammates from the studio I had twirled with since I was six years old. At orientation, they have you choose which electives you want to take in order, 2/12
and I had chosen all computer-based ones, and had seen during the video of options one about news that looked like it was all in front of the camera, which I absolutely did not want to do. I had done a Microsoft certification course the year before 3/12
and loved it, so went for computing electives assuming I would love those too. I never got to find out. When I received my schedule the first day, my elective was pre-IB dance. As a baton twirler, I decided fine, it was probably going to be good 4/12
for my technique anyway. So I go to class, and the first day isn’t terrible, but I find out a large portion of the grade in the class is massive essays, the second day I find out the strict idea what is expected of my dress-out clothes for the class(which would be hard for 5/12
me to buy since I wasn’t a tiny girl) and told what shoes I will be required to buy for recitals. I recognized the shoes from baton, and already knew that they weren’t cheap. I go home and told my mom, already unhappy with this class and all of its strict requirements, and 6/12
she encouraged me to go talk to my guidance counselor at lunch the next day. I waited most of lunch for her to be available, but when I walked in and said that I needed to change classes because the elective I was in required $40 shoes, she was immediately willing to help 7/12
and pulled up which classes still had available spots. There was one in Digital Video Production 1, and I took it since that was the only even remotely tech-related class available. When I walked in and realized I had a friend in the class, and the teacher was kind about my 8/12
switching in a few days late. I knew things would be ok. I kept that class in all its forms for all four years, and it is the reason that I am a telecommunications major, and the reason I chose UF, since when I toured the J-School it felt like coming home. 9/12
I owe so much to that class, and the compassion of a couple of adults who looked at a freaked out freshman and decided to offer help. I met my best friend freshman year through band and a shared geometry class, but I managed to keep her because I walked into my video 10/12
production class first day sophomore year and there she was, and every year after that, she was there waiting when I walked in for the first day of class. My disability took a lot from me but film has been the one thing it couldn& #39;t take. 11/12
Photos of me during my first time at creek, last school day at creek, and my second to last visit to creek for comparison. My portrait for the Hall of Fame is fittingly outside the band room, overlooking the area used for colorguard practices. 12/12 End Thread
