Tears well up in my eyes as I laugh so hard at the wrinkled paper in front of me. My ‘art’ from second grade pictures a young boy with a few shaky, spiked, lines for hair, no ears, and best of all, no eyebrows – an image so distorted it’s ludicrous. I skip to one of my favorite pieces from fifth grade of a youthful girl with wavy brown hair. By this point, I’ve learned how to shade and am aware that hair consists of more than four lines, yet still haven’t mastered proportions, and am faced with two enormous eyes staring at me. The mere thought of me being the careless child who had drawn such messy, artless sketchings was utterly preposterous. I was unaccustomed to anything less than surpassing all expectations, and my art was no exception. However, I was too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I may have made many errors. My countless hours of diligent practice have luckily produced results, including the kingfisher, faceless girl, and red mandala that currently sit at my art table. However, I still frequently observe the creations of my childhood, perplexed by how much my art has changed, just as I have. Looking back on how far I’ve come, I’m proud of how I’ve grown in my art – from realizing that eyes aren’t actually half the size of a face to recognizing the existence of eyebrows. Although I still have many skills to improve and enhance, reminiscing about my achievements gives me the ambition to advance my abilities even further. I believe a similar growth could take place in my years at O’Neal. By senior year, I hope to be able to look back on my time there and gather the same motivation and learned lessons for the future.My sisters can take justifiable pride in having taught me that being a falcon doesn’t solely comprise of a high school diploma or another space on a résumé. A significant part of being a falcon is growing as a unique individual with ingenuity of thought and empathy for others within a supportive atmosphere of trusted faculty and peers. Whether this growth takes place performing in One Act, taking first at the fourth annual Science Olympiad tournament, getting a perfect grade in AP European History, winning an IM in Varsity Swimming, or simply reading quietly in the McMurray Library, it will undoubtedly pave the path towards success. I anticipate that my personal growth will lead me to With so many things to do, people to meet, and legacies to leave, my time at O’Neal will undeniably feel too short.