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Our 2007 Sharon
Heater Memorial Scholarship Winner!
In 2007, we awarded a $500 scholarship to
Kelsey Broderick.
Here's a message from Mary
Roberts, STC's marvelous scholarship coordinator:
May 31, 2007: "I just
wanted to tell you how much fun it was presenting Kelsey with the STC
scholarship certificate during last week's senior awards program at Mira
Loma (see attached photos). She was also being honored for her scholar
level (4.0+) grade point average, as a finalist in the National Merit
Scholar Program, and as winner of the National Merit University of
Chicago Scholarship. What a great bunch of kids!" |
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Kelsey
Broderick - 6'1"
Graduated
Mira Loma High School
Plans
to attend Stanford
What
Being Tall Means to Me
The first thing people notice about me is that I'm six foot one inches
tall. I rarely ever go a day without someone telling me, "You are
so tall!" My height can be both a blessing and a curse.
Frequently in high school, I did not look on it as much of an
advantage. Many of my friends are under five feet five inches tall,
and sticking out is not always a desirable option in high school. Even
seated in a classroom, I would often be the first one spotted for the
questions no one wanted to answer. There are also always the
disappointed looks that people give me after I tell tem, "No, I
don't play basketball or volleyball." Add to this the fact that I
can never, ever find jeans that are long enough.
However,
I realize not only that I have accepted my height, but I have actually
come to enjoy it. I like standing up tall in the courtroom during Mock
Trial or Peer Court and intimidating the witnesses not only with my
questions but also with the commanding presence my height gives me.
One those rare moments when my drives don't slice into the trees, I
love the natural power that my long arc adds to my golf swing.
Whenever I want to stand out in a crowd, I don't have to try very
hard, because I'm already almost a head taller than everyone else.
And, as you can imagine, top shelves present no problem.
Perhaps
the best example I can give of the pitfalls and benefits of being tall
is to describe what happened to me during a pampers' rock climb at
Camp Winthers last year. During the climb, while the campers were
resting, the naturalist had me accompany her up to "split
Rock." After pointing it out to me, she told me that my job was
to straddle the split in the rock and help the kids jump
across. I actually laughed when she said that, assuming she was
joking. However, she had already turned to walk back down the path,
yelling back, "Don't worry, you're tall enough. The first kid
will be coming up in about five minutes!"
You'll
have to imagine exactly what I was facing. Split Rock was about twenty
feet high, eight feet wide at the top and split right down the middle.
The chasm extended the entire length of the rock. The split was about
three and a half feet across. I stood atop the rock, one foot on one
side, one foot on the other, staring down into total blackness. And
all because I was the tallest counselor. Sure, my legs were long
enough to do the job, but they would break just as easily as short
ones if I fell in.
As
each camper reached the other side of the rock, however, thrilled at
having made it across, I loved the feeling of being the one person who
was able to assist the naturalist in providing a unique experience
that the campers would never forget. So even though there are some
moments when I'm not completely overjoyed with being tall, in the long
run, I wouldn't have it any other way.
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