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We Are BC!
After it was announced that I had advanced to the Semi-Final round, the support from my school has propelled me to push even harder, to bring it home for Boston College.Thank you @BCSportsNews for the well wishes! I WILL do what needs to be done!
~Amelia for Under Armour: Ultimate Intern, Writer
Memoirs from a Minivan: Part 1
Let me introduce myself Amelia Green-Vamos, through the way I best know how to express myself: Words! When I was 15 my family decided to sell everything pack up and move to support my brother's hockey....this is my story!
MEMOIRS FROM A MINIVAN(PART 1)
Wenatchee, Washington: August 26, 2006 11:32 AM PT
I sit in our family’s road battered mini-van, my head resting against the window. I glance outside, unable to discern the time of day. I close my eyes, leaning back I attempt to find a comfortable position. I mull over the events of the past days. Everything I have ever called my own has been packed away in cardboard boxes and hefty garbage bags, exiled to a dusty storage unit. All of my swimming trophies, cello recital tapes, and report cards must now rely on moths as their only caretakers. Only one box and one trash bag has made the journey with me. We have driven for a week straight from a suburb in Tennessee to our destination, a town in British Columbia, Canada. The ride may be scenic, but it has not been leisurely thanks to the hockey bags, cello, and half eaten granola bars obstructing my leg room. The journey has given me an opportunity to prepare for my new life, and reminisce about the life I had known. Selling our house had not been easy;The home where I had first learned about Boston College, the bedroom where I would read past midnight promising myself “just one more page”, where I had learned to play cello, practicing till my fingers callused. Most difficult of all, was leaving behind the life I had imagined for myself. However, as I move closer to my new home, new school, and new life I somehow feel I am not leaving anything behind.... TO BE CONTINUED!
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