So I'm not so sure if this is good or what that I'm posting again.
College essays are reasonably terrible. The fact that I have to write for something is really annoying me. I mean, with school and everything, I am used to forceful writing. But forceful semi-creative writing...not so much. I've written so many things, deviating ever so slightly from the truth that I don't even know who I am any more.
Who am I? Only you (the general you) can answer that.
So, yeah. What to say, what to say.
"In the beginning of sixth grade, my English class was told to fill out a sheet, along with a picture of myself, to be hung up out in the hallway. Everybody quickly filled out theirs, but I, being careful to fill out the description of me correctly, took more time to fill it out. Finally, when I was done, I went out alone to hang up my sheet in the hallway.
The next day, I looked over my classmates’ sheets. One section of the sheet asked us to fill in the blank in the statement “I am ___”. Everyone else wrote his/her names, but I wrote “happy person”. When all my new classmates and possible friends came into school that sunny day, they looked over all the other sheets, and chuckled at mine. They chuckled at my lack of knowledge. They chuckled at my mistake, although I revealed more about myself in that one blank than a name could.
Later that day, my happiness was tested. Towards the end of the day, there was an announcement telling us to proceed to our homerooms. When I saw my homeroom teacher nearly crying, I knew there was something wrong. But I stayed happy. Even when they announced that two planes had hit the world trade centers and pentagon and that thousands of people had died, I was still smiling. I did so not to make light of the situation, but rather to comfort my classmates. In the midst of sadness and fear, I wanted to be happy so that my classmates could follow my lead and realize that sadness is pointless."
Be happy. That's all we really have.
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(as you can tell, I am a bit of a weather guru)
