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Grandpa is a very hard worker, however he wasn’t always that way. When he was in elementary school he did not want to be there one second, he could care less about school and working hard, all he wanted to do was go out and play sports with his friends. This all changed when he went to Hopkins School, in New Haven Connecticut, for 8-12 grade. When he first got there in eighth grade all he could think to himself was, “what is the point?” He felt wildly out of place at Hopkins, going to a private school full of rich white boys. He is white, and a boy, but he wasn’t rich, and he had gotten into Hopkins to play baseball, so he didn’t care about school to save his life. One day it seemed to dawn on him however, if he wanted to stay at this school and be successful, he needed to work hard. He started working hard in his classes, speaking up, and doing all of his homework. The teachers were overjoyed by his sudden interest in school. “It is more rewarding” to work hard so he could have more joy in playing sports and relaxing.
Over the 5 years Grandpa was at Hopkins, he worked his way up from being at the very bottom of his class, to missing being the Valedictorian by a tenth of a point. This was a disappointment, but also a great accomplishment for Grandpa; nobody would have predicted, knowing him freshman year, that he would graduate in 1958, almost the Valedictorian. I hope to be at the top of my class, just as Grandpa was at the top of his.
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