A little bit about me: A native-born Utah'n, I've spent most of my life in various parts of Salt Lake City . . . graduating from Woodstock Elementary and enrolling in Bonneville Jr. High I would eventually finish my Jr. High career at CVMS in Carmel Valley California. After spending a relatively short few years in San Diego my family and I eventually moved back to Salt Lake where I found my now current residence in Cottonwood Heights. The transition between states played as a major factor in my interest in bettering myself on a social level. Before moving to San Diego, I was nestled in Jr. High quite comfortably with my life long childhood friends from Elementary whom I had grown very comfortable with, life had taken a counter-productive turn into complacency. The move to California was the first major transition in my life, it was a whole new environment with an entirely new population of people . . . I was very anti-social and very quickly found myself labeled as the shy new-kid from Utah, a state most people in California couldn't be bothered to think terribly hard about. However, a group of girls took it upon themselves to make me feel welcome, all of them becoming great friends of mine, and one in particular becoming a life-long friend whom I will keep in contact with forever. Along with my mother's insistence in enrolling in the cross-country team I was introduced to a much smaller group of people, and through the two years I spent with my team, I developed many many friendship's that, again, I will always cherish. After a short two years however, my family decided to pack up and move back home to Salt Lake. This transition back proved to be much easier, after a couple of years in a new environment I had the social skills necessary to acclimate to a new, yet familiar environment.
Just a couple weeks before the big move back to Salt Lake, my mom began poking around the high-schools to find the best fit for me, and the plan was to move into the accommodating area based off that. Initially we were dead set on Highland High or East High, and when we moved back, a tour with the councilors was to be the first stop. However, last minute my mom heard about this neat little school that was tucked away in the familiar Cottonwood High, a charter school with outstanding credentials. The both of us almost though it sounded too . . . unrealistic to be true, we had lived in Murray for 7 years and not once heard of this AMES school. Well an hour long meeting with Mr. Wilson and as it turned out, this place was very real, and from what he had to say, it was very desirable. Fast forward 3 and a half years and here I am, a very proud senior of AMES and a joyous member of the community it has created for me.