Emily Acevedo


About Me

Hi my name is Emily Rose I'm seventeen years old and I attend the Heritage School. It's almost the last day of my junior year and I'm looking forward to starting my senior year.

I'm an outgoing and fun girl that loves sports, being raised in a family that loves athletics. At 7 years old I started playing baseball which I loved. I went on to play different sports during my school years like basketball, volleyball, softball.

I'm obsessed with the color pink. everything in my room is some shade of pink. My iPhone case is pink and my earphones are pink.

Although my father mostly speaks Spanish and my mom talks English, my first language is English. But I speak a little Spanish - I'm learning little by little. I have a huge family. I have many aunts from my mom and dad, and many sisters and brothers. I'm the youngest of ten siblings - the oldest being thirty and me seventeen.

I work with KIPS BAY BOYS & GIRLS CLUB. I've been working with them since Janurary 2010. I love my job. All the kids love me when they see me. They run up to me and hug me. I think its because I act like a child with them. I work only on the weekdays from 3:30 to 6:00pm so work will never interfere with my school work
some of the children at my job.

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Ms. Webster's Words of Wisdom

8 more days til Regents

There are only 8 days of school left until Regents starts. Just sayin'.

If you're about to take Regents, you have two options: freak out, or, don't freak out.

I used to like having finals when in high school, in the same way that I liked it when the electricity went out for no reason, in the way that I liked snow days, in the way that I liked big, dangerous, important events: they gave me a break from the soul-crushing routine of every day.

So of course I was a LITTLE freaked-out, because tests are tests. But mostly I was excited to get a break from the routine of high school, the getting-up-early-every-damn-day, seeing-a-bunch-of-people-I-didn't-trust-or-enjoy, eating-the-disgusting-cafeteria-food, doing-all-that-boring-work, killing-homework routine. During finals, I didn't have any of that nonsense. I even had a brilliant excuse to get out of doing chores, baby-sitting my little brother, and even eating dinner with my family (which at 16 seemed like an incredibly tedious task). Instead, I retreated into monastic study, at the table in my room I had specially set up.

The study space set up was an important component of studying for finals. About a week before finals started, I moved a table into the middle of my bedroom. I cleaned the surface carefully. I got a desk lamp with a clamp and a hinged arm that I screwed onto the edge of the table. I got a straight-backed chair and a pillow for support. I stacked my textbooks neatly in one corner of the table. I stacked my class notebooks and binders in the other corner. I acquired two sharpened pencils with good erasers and two pens, one blue and one black, and four highlighters in different colors. These writing instruments I inserted into an empty jar and positioned the jar next to the notebooks. I got a big bottle of water and a bag of pretzels for reinforcement. Then I put on my favorite album (which at the time was Pearl Jam, I believe), and locked my bedroom door. Let the storm come. I was ready.

-Ms. Webster

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