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Just about everyone knows someone who has been bullied, in ways big and small. Understandably, though, many victims are reluctant to speak about their experiences. We found some who aren't.
BY SARAH PHILLIPS, Durant High
I’m a junior, and I’m worried. • Ever since I was a kid, I have been a fan of Florida State. My dad started drilling his FSU love into me at early age and it stuck. FSU is the only school I would ever want to attend; it’s perfect for me in so many ways. The colonial-style campus styled with brick, the climate and, overall, the school’s impeccable atmosphere.
So when I think of the day I receive my decision letter and it starts with “I’m sorry, but ...,” the thought is comparable to a vision of hell. Not getting into Florida State University would be a living nightmare. My life would be completely ruined. I don’t want to attend the University of South Florida, the University of Central Florida and, clearly, not the University of Florida.
This thought pops into my head a lot these days, as I hear the seniors around me cheering or wailing about their college letters. It happens especially when I get a bad grade. Will those couple of failed precalculus tests mean I won’t get into FSU?
Then there are those community service hours. It seems as though my mom nags me about community service from the time I wake up ’til the time I go to bed. Thanks to the increased number of hours required for Bright Futures, I now need 100 hours. And I have zero. I tell myself I’ll get them done over the summer, but that’s what I said last year.
Scholastic Assessment Test. SAT. The T stands for torture. I haven’t taken the daunting test yet; the practice exams intimidate me. My Advanced Placement language and composition class is preparing me for this test with vocabulary. I’ve tested on 175 words so far, and probably know a solid 10. Who can possibly memorize that many words, let alone their definitions? Vocabulary is just a minuscule fraction of what I’ll be tested on during the SAT. The idea of not scoring the minimum for FSU admission requirements gives me a mini-heart attack.
I’m trying to see the glass half full. At least I’m getting some of the worry out of the way before my senior year.