Shannon+Walsh

Schenectady, NY 12303 || 518-355-8107 Shanaman91@aol.com || Shannon Walsh Receptionist § Clerical work, including paperwork, scheduling, bookkeeping and answering phones Tech Assistant § Maintained the appropriate pace of the office calls || Courses § Advanced Math: Grades 9, 10, 11 § Honors Science: Grades 10, 11 § Honors History: Grades 9, 10, 11 § Honors English: Grades 9, 10 § Advanced Placement English & Language Comp.: Grade 11
 * // Professional Resume: //**
 * 2 Terry Avenue
 * Experience || May 2008 – Present Guilderland Animal Hospital Albany, NY
 * Education || 2006-2010 Guilderland High School Albany, NY

Extracurricular § Natural Helpers: Grade 9 § Concert Band: Grade 9 § Wind Ensemble: Grades 10, 11 § Concert Orchestra: Grade 9 § Symphonic Orchestra: Grades 10, 11 § Students and Teachers Against Racism: Grades 9, 10 § Key Club: Grades 9, 10 § Jazz Ensemble: Grades 9, 10, 11 § Tri-M Music Council: Grade 11 <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; msofareastfontfamily: Wingdings; msobidifontfamily: Wingdings; msolist: Ignore;">§ National Honors Society: Grade 11

Awards <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; msofareastfontfamily: Wingdings; msobidifontfamily: Wingdings; msolist: Ignore;">§ New York State School Music Association participation: <span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Courier New'; msofareastfontfamily: 'Courier New'; msolist: Ignore;">o Grade 9, Level 4 Jazz, Score: 98 <span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Courier New'; msofareastfontfamily: 'Courier New'; msolist: Ignore;">o Grade 9, Level 5 Classical, Score: 99 <span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Courier New'; msofareastfontfamily: 'Courier New'; msolist: Ignore;">o Grade 10, Level 5 Jazz, Score: 98 <span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Courier New'; msofareastfontfamily: 'Courier New'; msolist: Ignore;">o Grade 10, Level Six All-State Classical, Score: 95 <span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Courier New'; msofareastfontfamily: 'Courier New'; msolist: Ignore;">o Grade 11, Level Six Jazz, Score: 100 <span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Courier New'; msofareastfontfamily: 'Courier New'; msolist: Ignore;">o Grade 11, Level Six All-State Classical, Score: 99 <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; msofareastfontfamily: Wingdings; msobidifontfamily: Wingdings; msolist: Ignore;">§ Board of Education Award: Grade 9, 10, 11 <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; msofareastfontfamily: Wingdings; msobidifontfamily: Wingdings; msolist: Ignore;">§ Cornell Book Award: Grade 11 ||
 * Interests || Math, biology, music performance, community service. ||

//** Creative Writing Sample: **//

I feel like I am four years old, about to go to school Equipped with crayons and food to share: my only social tool Not scared of being left alone, just wanting to belong I claim my desk and cubby thinking I can do no wrong. My mind is full of ignorance, I’m happy as can be But the wrath of social class will take its toll on me. It’s not too long at all before it seems I’ll find a foe: A three-foot girl in stockings with a pink and yellow bow. She’ll break me down and shut me out, and I will not know why But I swear on my life, that girl will //never// see me cry.

I feel like I am nine years old, a seasoned pro at school And I’ve become the reason people say “kids can be cruel” I choose my friends accordingly and tell them what to do They do it without asking why; they haven’t got a clue I steer the boat, I lead the pack, I’ve made it to the top There’s no one left above me who will tell me when to stop

I feel like I am twelve years old, starting from square one Taking on a tougher crowd, sixth grade has just begun. I do not know my classmates, or the way to my next class I don’t know where my friends are; I can’t leave without a pass. Something isn’t right, for sure, and I just want to cry For all I have left in my world is me, myself and I. I’ll put up walls and barriers, protecting what I’ve got: A little bit of dignity and pride, but not a lot. These next three years will last forever, maybe even more I wish that I could turn back time; I wish that I was four.

I feel like I’m fifteen years old, I’m right back at square one The last time didn’t go so well, this won’t be too much fun. I don’t know how to be a friend, not even to myself I’ve taken all my honesty and put it on a shelf With walls and moats and plates of steel protecting what is there I’ve lived a life that proves the fact that life just isn’t fair. I don’t know who I am or who I even want to be At this point I could use a friend, or two, or maybe three…

I feel like I am seventeen, choosing my next school It seems that friends and bagels have become my source of fuel. I’m happy now that I have friends, I couldn’t ask for more I doubt that I will ever find three girls I’d do more for. They’ve broken down my barriers with jokes and laughs and hugs They’ve kept me out of trouble, off of drinking, off of drugs. I wish that I could thank my friends for making me feel good If I could do the same for them I definitely would. They taught me to release myself from who I used to be Not since I was four years old have I ever felt this free. My life is full of sounds and pictures; images combined I love my friends to death because they taught me to unwind.


 * // Thank You's //**

<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: #ffffff; text-align: left;">Dear McT, Thank you so much for everything you have done. I apologize for the fact that I do not comprehend the majority of the information that you present me with. I realize how frustrating it must be for you to see me in your room every day after school asking you to recap everything we have covered in class. You are very patient and it helps. You work above and beyond your job description and it does not go unappreciated. You have well earned your summer vacation and your time away from all of us lovely children. Though I will not miss buliding molecules at 7:30 in the morning, I will miss having you as a teacher and I will visit frequently. Now you have that to look forward to : ) Best Wishes, Shannon

<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;">Dear Em, Thank you for being my friend. I'm actually always very surprised that you put up with everything I throw at you, literally and figuratively. Thank you for hanging in there, and thank you for always refilling my lemonade when I come to your house without me even asking you to. Clearly you know me and my love for the lemon beverages very well :o) I wish you nothing but the best. Yours truly, Shan

<span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', cursive;">Dearest Alli, You and i have been through quite a bit together. Thank you for all of the good times that we have had. You make me laugh more than anyone, and laughing is one of my favorite things to do. Eating is right up there too..."I could eat all day, I could eat all night..." <- hahaha funny stuff. You make even my worst days a little happier and I am very grateful for that. Best of luck in all that you encounter; I'm sure you'll find some way to sing about it in a positive light. Love and bubbles, Shan

P.S. I don't care if AP is over...I will continue to leave you messages on the wiki, which I FINALLY figured out how to use.