Monday, May 14, 2012

The Dreamer!


Have you ever had a dream, and when you woke up it never seemed to go away? And, even though you have tried so many times to make it a reality and it never worked out, but you just couldn't bring yourself to forget about it? Many people will tell you that it'll never come true, and that you are crazy to think that something so amazing could ever happen to you. Those are the people who lost sight of their dreams and are willing to crush others. 

So, if you haven't noticed many people at TrekNorth applied of the Mentorship Grant, a grant to have the chance to improve in an art form, which can be any where from visual art to drama. What these young artists hope to achieve through their one year mentorship is to become a pro at what they do and be able to present it to their community and maybe even world wide. The mentorship grant gives $600.00 to the young artist that is anywhere from 8th grade to 12th grade. The money that they have reserved is goes to their mentor and art supplies that they may need ($550.00 goes to their mentor and the $50.00 that remains goes to to art supplies).  When the youth of our community applies for this grant, they must hand it in by the due date and wait to hear if they had passed to the next round which is the interview. In the interview, the student will be asked to present their work and explain why they believe they deserve the grant and why it is so important to them.  Every TrekNorth student that had applied for the grant has reserved it, so congratulations! Use your time wisely, and please don't take it for granted!
    

By now you are probably wounder why my blog is tittled the dreamer and why I have mentioned the mentorship program the reason is because I had applied of the grant last year and didn't reseave it. When I got the letter in the mail letting me that I hadn't raved the grant I was devastated thought I was never going to do art ever again. But after I got ahold of my scenes I seen it as an opportunity to become a better artist and try even harder next time I applied.
    

This year when I applied for the grant I decided to think more deeply into every word that I typed and chose my art pieces wisely having everything that I needed to improve on in the paper. After I was done handing in my paper (I had a couple people proofread it prior to handing it in), I asked a very inspiring teacher to help me go over the things I would say in the interview. After she gave me some very helpful tips, I was on my way and confident. The night before my interview seemed like forever, I had laid awake for a couple of hours before falling a sleep even though I knew that I needed my sleep for the next emotional day.  
When I woke up the next morning, pretty early, I told myself I was going to be just fine although I didn't believe a word that I was saying. I told myself to go with it. By the time my mother was driving me to my interview, my nerves kicked in and I couldn't shut-up if my life depended on it. My mother acted like she didn't notice that I was jumping subject to subject while talking her ear off.  As we drew near the building, she had helped me rehearse what I was going to say. Before my interview had actually started, I had become extremely calm (if I didn't know any better I would've pronounced myself dead). When I was called for my interview I just repeated this in my head: Make yourself a promise... Be tough, only tougher,  Be strong, only stronger, Be you, only better. 
When I was talking about my art and why it was so important to me, it felt like I was going to die because I was so scarred that I wasn't going to get the grant again ... and lucky for me the council couldn't smell fear and if they had they would of riped me to shreds. 
As the two weeks of waiting grew near, I had became very worried because some people in my school where already getting accepted! On top of that, I had discovering the changes in how many people where actually getting the grant. I started to freak out in fount of my teacher, but she told me that every thing was going to be just fine. 
That night, right before sections (it's a big meet in track and field), I had received a package regarding my grant.  At first when my mother told me that I had gotten something in the mail, I begged her to read it first.  Then I saw the package. I hugged my mom so hard, and she said that I hadn't even read it yet, but I didn't need to because I was told what it would look like if I had gotten it.  







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