The world was replete with happiness and serenity. Nothing was better than going down the slide, playing “house”, or rushing to my mother's comforting arms. Of course, I was eight. How else could I have viewed the world? No life-­changing event had ever occurred in my life... It was a typical December morning: cold. The house was pervaded by the cold of the early frosty morning. Then, a knock on the back door. It took most of us aback....

"What are the three types of rocks?" asked my teacher, waiting for us to respond. "Igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary rock!" The voices in unison resonated in the classroom. Ah, childhood. The time where one creates completely new worlds from nothing, where one gets scraped and it does not hurt... where one finds complete happiness in discovering new things. As a child I underwent a phase where I enjoyed gathering rocks, whether they were big, small, red, or white. It didn't...

I have calluses on my finger tips, but these calluses represent dedication; I'm a self- taught guitar player. When I told my dad I wanted to learn how to play, he told me to grab a guitar, and watch. It was an arduous task to learn by observing, but worthwhile, because playing the guitar has given me a way to escape my bubble, to be expressive. When I feel doleful, I play my favorite solemn chords: an F variation with...

Getting university-sponsored scholarships is hard. At UNC, about 150 of the 8000 (2% aprox) of the admitted class was invited to compete for a Carolina scholarship during my incoming...

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