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Suddenly, I was in the same place AGAIN from last year.

Not knowing what to do, suffocating from the pressure piling up on me, I question myself .“What was this all for?” I stopped and rethought everything. I went from leaving sad one year and coming back happy the other.

But one thing that never changed was me showing up, and I realized that it meant something for me.

It was not just another club. It had something more for me, but I did not know what that something was. Was it going to be another extracurricular I’ll put on my college application or was it the clout I was following?

I did not know the answer to that question back then, but now when I look back at it, I realized it was something that developed my character.

It was something that taught me to push through and keep going. It was something that made me realize that there was more to school than grades and numbers.

My freshman year of high school I was sitting down at the first club meeting, not knowing what the club even was about, but I had the eagerness to learn, work hard, and put in the time. Though I did not know what was coming, I was happy there and that was all that mattered. Because of it I went from thinking only about grades to joining clubs that would teach me to be humble.

Besides that I made great friends, made memories that I will never forget, and most importantly I learned how to manage time.

I learned that school is not only about grades and that there is a better experience in clubs. It was all about the memories I made, because I won’t be able to relive the same exact experience ever again and I won’t ever spend time like that.

This not only made me realize that I had something for the club in my heart.

It was not the club itself, but it is the memories I made at the club.