by Avery Sander
I’m about halfway through my three-year law program. But I remember wondering if I could even get into law school.
I really wanted to go to law school; I have wanted to be a lawyer since I was eight. But my college grades were nothing terrific, and my LSAT (Law School Admission Test) score left something to be desired. I was told that I would have to pull up my LSAT score substantially in order to be accepted into any law school.
by Amanda - April 28, ‘08 Christian Science Sentinel
After college, i moved to new york city to begin a career working for the marketing division of a record label. I was mesmerized by the thrill of living in a thriving metropolis and landing an exciting job that included lots of social opportunities and free concerts. What I didn’t realize at the time is that I would soon be embarking on a more important journey out of hopelessness that would put God at the center of my life.
A story of a young artist named Westen as told by CARLY ROSE JACKSON - The Christian Science Journal, Jan. 2009
WESTEN MUNTAIN NEVER ASPIRED to become an artist.
“Smart people,” she jokes, “take one look at a career in the visual arts and run the other way!”
by Jessica Ledbetter
I woke up on a Tuesday in January and felt old. It was my twenty-third birthday, and I’d been dreading it for weeks. No longer was I a teenager, testing out the waters of adulthood. No longer was I a college student, still new to the real world. I was a full-fledged adult, with bills and responsibilities like everyone else. But instead of being content with where I was and where my life was going, I felt like I was lagging behind, that I wasn’t up to scratch.
by Kemi Awosile
Hi, I am Kemi Awosile. For the next few months, I will be interning here at The Mother Church working on Graphic Designs for the Clerk’s Office. I will also be helping with podcast productions for TMC Youth. I graduated from Principia College with a major in Computer Science and a minor in Studio Art and French.
Ali T. - Christian Science Sentinel, Oct. 1, 2007
My mind was churning as I contemplated and planned. What could I do next summer? It was only the fall of my sophomore year at Williams College, but I was already forecasting months ahead of time. I felt that if I was on the ball, I could do anything.
I’ve been told more than once that I over-think. Whether I’m behind the starting block at a swim meet or planning my major field of study, my mind is usually running like a faucet—and it can be hard to shut it off.
by Patrick Bonsi
Hello!
Everyone, I am Patrick Bonsi and I just started an internship with TMC Youth and The Christian Science Monitor. I always love taking on new experiences—from, from traveling half way round the world for school, to going to spending a great summer with children at camp. As a junior in college I knew that at some point I would have to do an internship, and I was ready to embrace the adventure.
Moving into the Asher house here in Boston was quite a memorable experience. I felt very included from the beginning, from helping my roommates move furniture to going out for dinner with them my roommates on my first day at the house.
by Estey Masten
Hi! I’m Estey (or Esperanza when I speak Spanish), and I’m the new TMC Youth blogger in town. I have volunteered to blog for many reasons, but the two most important ones are these: 1) I love connecting with other citizens of the world, and this blog is a perfect way to do it! 2) This is a great way for me to think introspectively about myself and realize where I need to go up higher and align myself with divine purpose.
Roger Gordon - The Christian Science Journal, Dec. 2006
I was thrilled. I had been admitted to college at one of the top theater schools in the United States, in the conservatory’s most competitive year ever.
Freshman year I took theater classes all day long with the same group of 15 students. The program was designed so we would get to know each other intimately, and we formed a very tight knit ensemble together. In our classes and outside of them, we laughed, cried, mourned, and celebrated life together.
Adapted from the Christian Science Sentinel, May 21, 2007.
February 1995. New Hampshire state championships, cross-country skiing.
After four miles of racing neck-and-neck through forested hills and wind-swept ravines, my rival and I entered the final homestretch. She sped ahead on the last turn. I faltered. And then it was over. Three irretrievable seconds would forever stand between me and the high-school title. I kneeled in the snow, hot tears flowing down my numb cheeks.
