School Letter

Dear Admissions Committee,

This is one of the questions that will never have a solid answer. I may never know the three most important qualities to have in life. In all of my 14 years on this planet, I’ve come to learn the three most important traits to have in my life. I learned that you need to have grit, you need to give a damn, and you need to be happy. These three qualities define my life every day. Without grit, you won't move forward in life. To succeed in life, you need to give a damn. You can only have a good life if you're happy. 

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The Power Of Community



Because brothers don't let each other wander in the dark alone

~Jolene Perry


Brotherhood can form a bond between men like no other. It was my baseball team's brotherhood that allowed me to understand how vital my team was to me. When I joined my club baseball team (NOKONA), I was introduced to a group of guys that I had never seen or heard of in my life. These strangers would soon become my brothers.

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The Absolute True Diary Of A Part-Time Indian

Poverty, Racism, Humor




“Poverty is the worst form of violence.”

~Mahatma Gandhi


Do you ever go about your day not knowing that you won't have food that night? Or do you ever think about how you are discriminated against just because of your skin color? Well, for Arnold Spirit, he does, every single day. He goes through life living in poverty on a Native American reservation. He doesn't have much at all. As I said before, he doesn't know if he will have food on the table or if his dad will have enough money to drive him to school. Although he isn't the most fortunate, he deals with poverty and racism, and uses them as an excuse to work harder and make the best of his life. 

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Unforgettable Moment

Dopamine Is The Best Drug




When dopamine rises, so does your motivation to act 

~James Clear 

Don’t take the moments where dopamine is present for granted. As many people know, I like to fish. I could be at the pond for days on end, just fishing. I will go for as long as I can. I fish wherever and whenever I get the chance. This weekend though, I went fishing with my cousin. He is a year younger than me, and he just started getting into it. So he asked, and I took him with me. I felt like a dad. I was taking out his birds nests, tying his knots, unsnagging him from trees and logs. I’m not sure that I liked being a dad; it was rather annoying. 

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Camp Caribou


Memories, Skills, and Lessons



Be persevering at the bottom, humble at the top.
~Maxine Lagcé


The journey up to Camp Caribou for our 9th grade “bonding” trip was a long, boring, sweaty bus ride. I was not looking forward to it. We were going to have a good time and sing and stuff and I thought that I would get back on the bus 3 days later without learning or gaining anything. I thought it was a stupid “grade bonding” trip with cheesy activities and a bad overall thing. Little did I know, I would make many memories, have a ton of fun, but most importantly, learn life lessons and skills firsthand.

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Power Of Hard Times

The Power of Hard Times

~Gabe Fonte

Rolling With The Punches


“Only the good die young”

~Billy Joel

He was 73, healthy as could be. He was the happiest man alive. When he saw my sisters and me, he would smile from ear to ear. My grandfather was working in his garden at his house in Framingham at the time. It was the summer of 3rd grade. I was going to start at Fenn in a few weeks. My mom was at his house, paying bills or doing grown-up stuff like that. She went to check on him, it had been a few hours, and there he was, on the ground. 


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All Quiet On The Western Front

All Quiet On The Western Front

We Can Only Wonder


“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

~George Santayana, 1922

We can only imagine what they went through. All Quiet On The Western Front only gave a glimpse of what the lost generation went through. The bombs, bullets, gas, starvation, feelings, thoughts, the mental and physical torcher. It makes you think deeply about their lives.  Reading All Quiet On The Western Front makes my head wonder all I can do is try to feel the pain—no sleep or food, endless battles, shells going off around you, the question of if I'm going to live another day—All I can do is imagine.

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