The Scholar Within
Through the eighteen years I have lived on this earth, I have analyzed a number of reasons that may have contributed to the creation of the entity I am today. I have really never given myself credit for my efforts and am in a state of perpetual denial of my academic stability. I have been told I posses the potential to do anything, but have really never believed it. As a junior in high school, I enrolled in an AP History course that challenged my mental capacity and exercised my writing abilities. The day I received an A on a paper from a well know difficult AP teacher, was the day I finally believed in myself. Coming from a home-schooled background, I did not have any idea of what to expect in a public school system so I frequently prepared for the worst. My first year in a public school system, my sophomore year, I made a point of combing through all available scholastic material, meticulously studying every relevant aspect that could potentially serve as a vice to my success. After, a year of application I came to terms with what was expected and rejected in the public school system. My teachers were usually impressed and sometimes surprised at my abilities, always expecting my best in every paper and worksheet. One teacher
The test was simple in nature, but especially challenging to an essay-writing amateur. The prompt was a simple paragraph explaining what was expected in a fully developed two-page essay on the early Puritans and their plight that eventually led them to America. I sat motionless for a minute, not expecting to write an essay on the first test in one and one half hours. I blindly attempted to remember details from lectures, what I have been told every Thanksgiving, and book notes I could recall. I began to write, slowly taking excessive pains to incorporate as many details to fill the page requirements. I finally ended the essay on the third page, handed it in and left. I felt fully defeated, unprepared, and an idiot for believing I could join the ranks of brilliant students expecting to succeed. I returned to school the following day, reluctant to read the numbers engraved on my paper in sentencing, red ink. Each desk had its owner’s paper placed on it, waiting to ruin hopes of a successful year. I sat down, looked at the top of my paper and was surprised to see two numbers that did not appear to be at all frightening. A “92” and a “Very well written!” was written clearly at the top of my paper for the entire world to see. I was in utter shock.
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Approximate Word count = 852
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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