Senior Scrapbook May 2014 | Página 11

In elementary school, I was always the averagely tall, skinny girl who wore heavy sketchers, puppy shirts and scrunchies in my hair. My days consisted of playing games and collecting bugs on the playground, chasing around the boys just for fun, and eating dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets at lunch. I had plenty of friends, normally whoever I was in the same class with, and did girl scouts with a small troop, even though I hated going camping. In my elementary school years, I was constantly coming up with new ideas or games to play. I was in Destination Imagination in fifth grade with a group of my friends, and although we spent a lot of time giggling, the experience was rewarding. It seems like I belonged to a lot of clubs over the years, so many that my college applications would have included way more extracurriculars back then than now. Whether it was the puppy club in kindergarten, the Katherine’s club (for people with the name K/Catherine) in 3rd, or the turtle club in 4th (with homemade nametags), it seemed like creating a club or “business” was the cool thing to do.

In fifth grade, a group of my friends (including Mollie Bradley), decided that we should start our own company, which created wallets for Haude Bucks (our elementary school’s fake money that was used to buy all sorts of novelty items such as pencil erasers and bookmarks). So our little entrepreneur selves got together and made a bunch of Haude wallets, some made out of fancy material or with feathers attached, and we sold them to our 5th grade classmates. The initial sales were a hit, and many girls in our class loved their new wallets. The boys, however, didn’t buy into our sales pitch. Instead, they went with a rival company, started mid-day after our product launched, created by two boys whose goal was to bring down our business. Their wallets were cheaply made out of notebook paper, but still some boys bought them. In the end, we were much more successful. At the end of the week, our business collapsed, as we went on to bigger and greater things the next week: Lemonade stands.