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As you can tell, an insane person like myself, doesn’t have many proud moments. Unless you count winning a Barbie truck at your dad’s company picnic when you were seven a proud moment. But MOST people wouldn’t. lol. Unless you are either one, a seven year old, or two, a very sad person. But anyways, lets get to my one true proud moment.
Well, it all started this year actually in May or April of 2001, and I and some other “smart people” got a form to fill out for the National Honor Society (NHS) to see if you meet their “requirements” to get in. And I filled it out, thinking there is no way in hell I’m gonna make it. So in one of my classes one day all my friends were getting these “rejection letters” from the NHS, and I was just waiting for mine, then the class ended, and I figured I would be rejected the following class. The next class I was sitting there and two letters came to the class, one for me and another girl. “That’s my rejection letter,” I thought. The other girl opened hers and yelled “Oh my God, I made it!!” And then I thought, “No it couldn’t be, I’m not smart.” So my friend Brooke opened the letter for me and she was like “Lucilla you made it!!” I was so happy, it was not only my most proudest moment, but my most shocking moment. You wouldn’t believe how proud I was of myself, and how proud my family was. I mean, only six people made it in my grade and I was one of them. It was so incredible!! If I can’t succeed in sports, then I’m sure glad I can succeed in academics. I rule, man! It was no Barbie truck, but I was pretty damn proud to say I got into the National Honor Society.