» Age: 17
» School: Columbus Christian School
» Who are your parents, grandparents and siblings?
Parents: Colin and Kyla Martin
Grandparents: Bill and Brenda Martin, Dan Bailey, Lynn Smith
» Which elementary and middle school/junior high did you attend?
I have been a student at Columbus Christian for all of my education, pre-K to senior.
» What’s your favorite class or part of the school day?
Economics is my favorite class.
» In which extracurricular activities do you participate?
Indianapolis Youth Chorale and theater at Columbus Christian.
» When you’re not in school, where’s your favorite place to be and why?
My favorite place outside of school would have to be the choir room up at Butler because it is where I attend choir rehearsals each week. It’s the place where I can escape and do what I love.
» What has been your greatest high school memory so far and why?
Getting to play the lead in my school’s play. It helped me realize that I wanted to continue acting in the future.
» What are you looking forward to after graduation?
I am looking forward to going to a college to study theater and music, and to get a job doing what I love after college.
» Who in your life has inspired you or whom do you look up to and why?
I have been inspired by Ruth Dwyer because she was my choir conductor for six years of my childhood. She did what she enjoyed and showed it every minute. I can only wish to be as inspiring and loving as she is.
» What is the most important thing you’ve learned during, or from, high school?
The most important thing I have learned would be that people change people. If I had not met the people I did in the drama department or in choir, I would be completely different and would not be as outgoing as I am today.
» Additional message:
“She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thought serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!