English Essay About Myself

with. It was pretty difficult balancing three college courses and soccer. I worked hard everyday to keep my grades up, and it payed off. I’ve only had one B in my whole life, and it shouldn’t have been. I hold myself to high standards and get upset when I don’t reach them. Being so hard on myself made everything an even greater dispute. It was difficult, but I achieved my goals. The most difficult aspect of this semester would be getting my grade up in Calculus. The first test grade was a 75%,…

in a competition and I was just there, sitting with my hands kept to myself. I look around the room to see everyone have the answer except me. I'm freaking out on the inside, my hands are sweaty, my heart beating so fast that it felt like I was having a mini attack. I feared that the teacher might call on me. That was the moment that I wished I was invisible. I look down to avoid eye contact, hoping that I wouldn't embarrass myself by saying something that was incorrect. I'm surrounded by people…

memorable pieces of writing that I have ever done, is one of the few that I was not able to save. However, its impact on me reached far beyond what I thought a school project would be capable of. After reading Shakespeare’s Macbeth, my sophomore English teacher, Mrs. Fritsch, tasked us with creating a movie production based on the play. The language had to remain the same, but we could set our film during any era we wanted and cast whoever we thought would fit our perspective on the characters…

This was the dilemma I was placed in last year for my final exam in my Honors English Class. The idea of failing such a large project shook me immensely - I had never before been in jeopardy of doing so poorly in a class. However, I was the only one to blame for being put in this situation. Although my grade was on the line, I was not the ____ (victim) in this situation. For the final project in my Honors Freshmen English class, we were assigned to create a presentation and an essay on the…

there. In spite of the yells from my family and the words of wisdom incessantly repeated to me from day one, I don’t let go of the rope. However, more importantly, my self confidence evaporated. The Merc 110 dragged me along, I had no control over myself, and I foolishly believed I could still succeed, even without taking initiative. Condensation: I clutch my grandpa’s hand so tightly, I see the veins on his wrist enlarge. My vision focuses only on the vast white emptiness in front of me, not…

eyesight leading to blackouts and basically a painful existence. Due to the symptoms, or should I say my inability to cope with the symptoms, Freshman and Sophomore year were difficult for me. Which unfortunately reflected in my grades. I allowed myself to be the victim of the cards I was dealt in this life instead of making some cool disappearing card trick or something out of them. I felt since I was active in so many things, I was a good person. Little did I realize that it is not the…

once confined boy transformed into a confident young adult. Feeling comfortable outside of the minuscule world I had locked myself inside, I grew into a person who lives life to the fullest. Even more crucial though, is the effect the excision has had on my willpower and motivation in life. Instead of putting off work for later, I learned how to manage my time and keep myself from getting distracted, and my projects became something I enjoyed creating and loved presenting. Then, as if life…

to be one of the few people on the field. At the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of girls across the field with lighters, so I assumed it was fine for us to keep playing. Finally, after a two-hour block period, the class was over and I dragged myself to History class and…

the best student, athlete, child, and person. Obviously, if it were not for the wretched and despicable presence of my shadow Procrastination, this essay would have been in on time. I, in my own opinion, would be one of the best students in this english class, perhaps in the senior class. I would not have to have the mounds and mounds of stress, piling on more everyday making it hard for me to even think, speak, and act upon doing the tasks that need to be completed. Without my god awful…

I had lived in Canada for 9 years, and those 9 years consisted of me trying to learn English, meeting new people, and learning new things everyday. After 9 years of seeing no family such as: my aunts, uncles, and cousins made it harder everyday. My parents decided that it was a good idea to go to Istanbul and see our family there. I can’t describe how excited I was. Going to see them was the best gift ever. Picking Turkey as the country to see our family seemed like a good idea, until I realized…