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	<title>Comments on: Meet Our Scholarship Winner, Chelsea Lorimor!</title>
	<link>http://myusearchblog.com/meet-our-scholarship-winner-chelsea-lorimor</link>
	<description>Honest college information -- choose, apply, get into and pay for college.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 21:35:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Dorothy</title>
		<link>http://myusearchblog.com/meet-our-scholarship-winner-chelsea-lorimor#comment-1432</link>
		<dc:creator>Dorothy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 12:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>First of all congratulations on winning the Scholarship. I would whole heartedly agree with you on most of the time. You see  I went through a very traumatic time in my early high school years only not to figured out until the middle of my 11th grade. I missed lots of days in school doing the homework but not handing it in. Barely passing tests if not failing them. People kept telling my mom that it was you know the girly thing being a young adolesant and all that. My mom called the school many times and had meetings with the team of teachers to discuss what was going on but all they could say was she can do the work she just won't, and of course she is very respectful never causes any problems in my classes. Mom started to really worry since the only two things I was involved in was Color Guard &#38; Chorus-Drama so after my mom and aunt whom we lived with since the day I was born decided to take me to the doctors and they decided I was going through a severe depression. During the last part of my 11th grade which I failed two major classes and had to make up in summer school. I guess  they figured out I needed outside help. They made arrangements for me to start going to therapy wher I could talk to someone about the way I felt about what had happened in my life the last couple years. Well I lost my bestest friend in the world my Poppy whom I thought would live forever or until I went to college and graduated. Then six months after my Poppy I lost the bestest Uncle Ed that any one could have and then I lost my Aunt Holly whom I adored. They seemed to think I bottled all that inside of me and this is why I had all these problems those few years. I started to really talk to my Therapist who actually opened me up and helped me ton realize that there was nothing I could do to save them. That things were beyond my control, but the things that I could control with the proper medication and therapy started to kick in. I aced summer school and went into 12th grade with a different out look. No more stomach aches or other things that seemed to bother me. I passed my 12th grade with honors and even received the Academic Achievement  Award for Visual Arts but nothing could help me bring my GPA up to where it should have been at least a 3.5 or better. So now when I want to enter some of these scholarships I cry because if we only could have found out earlier what was going on inside of me I hopefully would have better shots at scholarships then whatI do. True there are some kids out there that just do not want to go to school or skip classes or do not want to do their work or do not study  hard enough I did I just could not. I must admit though in middle school tests were probably the hardest things for me I would perfer if a teacher would test you openly or call you to their desk. I choke at tests and essays, I really do not know how to express myself. All I want to do is be one of the best in Commuter Animation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First of all congratulations on winning the Scholarship. I would whole heartedly agree with you on most of the time. You see  I went through a very traumatic time in my early high school years only not to figured out until the middle of my 11th grade. I missed lots of days in school doing the homework but not handing it in. Barely passing tests if not failing them. People kept telling my mom that it was you know the girly thing being a young adolesant and all that. My mom called the school many times and had meetings with the team of teachers to discuss what was going on but all they could say was she can do the work she just won&#8217;t, and of course she is very respectful never causes any problems in my classes. Mom started to really worry since the only two things I was involved in was Color Guard &amp; Chorus-Drama so after my mom and aunt whom we lived with since the day I was born decided to take me to the doctors and they decided I was going through a severe depression. During the last part of my 11th grade which I failed two major classes and had to make up in summer school. I guess  they figured out I needed outside help. They made arrangements for me to start going to therapy wher I could talk to someone about the way I felt about what had happened in my life the last couple years. Well I lost my bestest friend in the world my Poppy whom I thought would live forever or until I went to college and graduated. Then six months after my Poppy I lost the bestest Uncle Ed that any one could have and then I lost my Aunt Holly whom I adored. They seemed to think I bottled all that inside of me and this is why I had all these problems those few years. I started to really talk to my Therapist who actually opened me up and helped me ton realize that there was nothing I could do to save them. That things were beyond my control, but the things that I could control with the proper medication and therapy started to kick in. I aced summer school and went into 12th grade with a different out look. No more stomach aches or other things that seemed to bother me. I passed my 12th grade with honors and even received the Academic Achievement  Award for Visual Arts but nothing could help me bring my GPA up to where it should have been at least a 3.5 or better. So now when I want to enter some of these scholarships I cry because if we only could have found out earlier what was going on inside of me I hopefully would have better shots at scholarships then whatI do. True there are some kids out there that just do not want to go to school or skip classes or do not want to do their work or do not study  hard enough I did I just could not. I must admit though in middle school tests were probably the hardest things for me I would perfer if a teacher would test you openly or call you to their desk. I choke at tests and essays, I really do not know how to express myself. All I want to do is be one of the best in Commuter Animation.</p>
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