Radford: A Short Story

A year ago today, I was a broken lifeless spirit with no hope of going anywhere, now I’m planning on saving others from the cold and jet-black place I was in. I didn’t have a good high-school life up until the middle of last year. I’ve been through a very deep pit of depression. I’ve been through intense bullying, and been put down more than once. I’ve experienced so many bitter trials and tribulations, but I write to you today with a smile on my face. Partially because of my relationship with my grandmother I got better. She brought me up on all the good morals she could offer, and has tried to provide me with the best life that she can. Although, there have been some major bumps along the way. I got appendicitis and when my appendix ruptured,
I feel as though I can get the very best that I need. The campus isn’t too big, the student to teacher ratio is wonderful, and the theatre is gorgeous. I want to consider Radford a piece of my life, a really good piece. It took me a while to figure out my major, at first I was set on being a theatre major, then I switched to journalism, and finally somewhere along the line I found myself in Criminal Justice (possibly double-majoring in Psychology!) Throughout all the things I’ve been through, I always take my time to help others. I never put myself first, which may or may not be the best thing to do, but that is who I am. I want to someday be a part of the BAU in the FBI. I love studying people and knowing what their next move will be. I want to be a hero, a big part of something. I want to use the voice I was given too, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy acting, singing, playing piano and guitar on my free time. I also seem to lose myself in writing in various forms throughout the day. I feel as if I am a good fit for Radford. I’m a people person, I enjoy making others smile and talking to others learning about them. I want to get to know a lot of people, and make a lot of life-long