At my school, we offer quarterly experiential education courses and I am co-leading one called, “The Art of Storytelling.” I’m a college counselor, my co-lead is a film teacher, and neither of us have ever taught English as far as I know, which I hope encourages students who aren’t the English types to learn how to tell their stories in their own ways. 

So with that in mind, I will have some more admissions-y things to say later, but I guess I’d like to break my posting fast by sharing a story I read during a school assembly last year. This story has nothing to do with my work, but I suppose it has some college admissions pertinence. It’s hard to feel at peace with yourself during a process that feels like being yourself is not good enough. If that sounds like you, I encourage you to read my story below.