Letter to Crescent School

27, Old Forest Hill Road
Toronto, Ontario
M5P 2P8

November 29, 2007

Mr. Dave Budden
Director of Admissions
Crescent School
2365 Bayview Avenue
Toronto, Ontario
M2L 1A2

Dear Mr. Budden,

Sterling Hall was an amazing school for me, bringing me places I never thought I could go with intelligence. I am very proud of my school and enjoy everything about it; but unfortunately, I’m graduating as a grade 8 student. I arrived at SHS in grade 5 and have loved it ever since. I have contributed well to my school, and in my last year I have been named Athletics Captain. I have met you already when I went in to write the SSAT a little while ago, and I am planning on coming in soon for an interview. Crescent is my first choice school and I’m applying for grade 9. I am well suited to attend your school because I will contribute to many classes, teams, and clubs, and am motivated to strive for excellence by your amazing, unique environment.

I am a bright, intelligent young man, who is dedicated and committed to my school through hard work and participation in clubs, teams, and especially classes. When I participate in classes, I tend to learn more, and I get interested and excited by these subjects. I love to debate and argue, and am interested in joining a debating team of some sort. At my school I am on the U14 Basketball team and was on the U14 Volleyball team. Public speaking is also one of my strong features, and I love communicating my thoughts to others. Maybe I’ll be able to contribute that in some way.

There are so many reasons that I am anxious to attend your school. Crescent is unique from its curriculum of the arts all the way through technology. Crescent is the only school with such amazing facilities and overall working environment. I am extremely interested in the AP program, Duke of Edinburg and the outward bound trips that are integrated into the curriculum. I like to learn hands-on, and Crescent School is the best school for me, making it my first choice school by far.

Overall, I am an ambitious young student, striving for excellence, and I think that I would make a great contribution to The Crescent School because of my hard work, participation, and motivation. I am also looking forward to be attending a school with my older brother (Max, AKA Ben), who has become an amazing role model for me.

Yours Sincerely,

Zachary Gordon

Edited (Temagami)

Refreshing air in a rebellious canoe,

With teachings of life changes.

Rafts on our shoulders,

We march across the trail.

On the path you hear the screams,

Screams of that of harm.

We weep of mothers and fathers too,

Our shoulders red and bleeding.

Our faces sweaty and red from pain,

Until we clam and see our inner strength.

Nature becomes us as we live and sing,

And stab the blades into the water.

We laugh and play as we pierce the mud,

And cry when we attack the land.

When the sun falls we deeply sleep,

And repeat this life again.

Until the lessons to learn have been learned,

Then the pain may end.

I was walking my dog in the park a while ago and my brother asked how do you manage to walk him everyday
I replied I like the outdoors it gives me exercise and is quite enjoyable
He was confused and wondered about if he could find a way to make money off walking dogs He decided to open a dog walking company and accompanied me on my daily walks

Temagami

Refreshing air in an obedient canoe,

With teachings of life changes.

The rafts sit on our shoulders,

As we march across the trail.

Nature becomes us as we live and sing,

And stab the blade into the water.

We laugh and play as we pierce the mud,

And cry when we attack the land.

When the sun falls we deeply sleep,

And repeat this life again.

By Zachary Gordon

There They Lay

There they lay beneath the crosses,

Perished row by row.

They fought for us, but now are frozen

Deep beneath the snow.

In the fields, the soldiers died,

So we could live in peace.

With each hero forever gone,

A thousand guns would cease.

The scorching bullets forced them down,

Leaving their minds forsaken.

A best friend gone, a husband lost,

Regretfully mistaken.

By Zachary Gordon