Culver Academy Acceptance Letter
Although unorthodox, I was very pleased to receive my acceptance letter to Culver Academy in a Christmas present. There was a lot that led up to ripping the tape off that, feeling the crinkle of wrapping paper to reveal a much more splendid piece of paper. However, what truly made this accomplishment splendid was how fulfilled I felt, and all the effort that led up to it. To take it back a few years before, I was a struggling kid. Maybe it was puberty, maybe it was the environment I grew up in, but I had no direction in life. To sum myself up would to represent me as a shatter of broken glass, with an arid flower laying across. I bursted with anger problems, just so furious at the world that I led my life in a red rage. I started boxing around
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I was in the wrong crowd, per say, and that did not help at all. My parents, desperate to help me, thought that a military academy would be a good path to take. So they reached out to Culver Academy. Obviously, at first the idea of a military academy, fleshed out with their spiffy uniforms and structured lifestyles horrified me. My parents forced me to visit the campus and see what it had to offer. Immediately, the flower was no longer dried up, but being refreshed with cool water. I fell in love with the campus, knowing immediately that I desired to go. Cut forward a week from there, and my long process began. In school, I was an above average student, but I quested to go beyond that in order to receive acceptance to Culver. I started with volunteer opportunities, volunteering to be an assistant coach at my boxing gym, and working in community service projects around my home. I worked many nights at a Riley Children’s Hospital, serving homemade food to families with children there. I applied myself more to schoolwork, raising my B average to A’s, improving my resume. But that was only the practical stuff, I had a much bigger demon to tackle down in order to make it to my
I was in the wrong crowd, per say, and that did not help at all. My parents, desperate to help me, thought that a military academy would be a good path to take. So they reached out to Culver Academy. Obviously, at first the idea of a military academy, fleshed out with their spiffy uniforms and structured lifestyles horrified me. My parents forced me to visit the campus and see what it had to offer. Immediately, the flower was no longer dried up, but being refreshed with cool water. I fell in love with the campus, knowing immediately that I desired to go. Cut forward a week from there, and my long process began. In school, I was an above average student, but I quested to go beyond that in order to receive acceptance to Culver. I started with volunteer opportunities, volunteering to be an assistant coach at my boxing gym, and working in community service projects around my home. I worked many nights at a Riley Children’s Hospital, serving homemade food to families with children there. I applied myself more to schoolwork, raising my B average to A’s, improving my resume. But that was only the practical stuff, I had a much bigger demon to tackle down in order to make it to my