Mustafa1991
Sep 27, 2009
Undergraduate / Very rough, very cliche essay (significant experience). Common App [16]
"Ok so, please murder this essay!"
That shouldn't be a problem when you ask nicely.
First off, let me be one of the early people to clear your head of any misconception that your high school GPA should warrant more attention than a mosquito bite.
I admire your first few sentences for diverging from what is usual -- in other words for not being insipid. You seem to imply that the voice of this generation will derive from the larynx of a genius. Again, this is curious because I never thought of the ambassador for our generation as a scholar or philosopher. Anyway, we have an essay to murder.
The bell rang, and my teacher began by expressing to us the importance of trying hard and setting out what was expected of us in terms of dedication and work ethic. The original sentence was unacceptably awkward.
After the first weekend, the teacher announced a pop quiz. This is concise, and corrects your peculiar tendency of referring to the teacher as yours (my teacher), but at the same time saying "the class."
The quiz seemed straightforward, yet as hard as I tried, the answers to these routine questions would not form themselves in my head.
I changed "test" to quiz as it should be, and rearranged/rewrote the sentence to effect a change in tone from whiny and deceptive to reasonable and consistent.
"In the weeks that followed, as a continuation of ratified policy, I took precaution not to exert myself too much and my grades soon floundered. No matter I told myself, studying is for people who actually have to make an effort to do well. Stubbornly, I convinced myself to endure what could be no less than a series of aberrations; surely my grades would revert back to what I was accustomed with and I would resume my familiar position of academic supremacy."
Ok, I really lost interest here. So sorry to cut it short.
Skimming the rest of a comprehensible but otherwise deficient essay, I noted a few items of interest that bear mentioning.
The atmosphere depicted in the part about your mom cooking dinner -- it's repulsive. Parents obviously would like for their kids to do well but when they maintain what appears to be a pressurized household that inspires kids to feel sick dread over something as trivial as grades, they're failing miserably as parents who should respect and love their kids for being their kids.
Why should it matter to anyone but you what your grades are, aside from caring as a result of how it makes YOU feel?
This is probably the other unhealthy extreme that I thought was played out in movies and stories but which does evidently exist...
Really, how does I.Q. arise as a topic of discussion in a conversation with a parent? Bizarre...
Getting back on topic, your mom's reassurance in quotes at the end falls flat and sets your ending off kilter. While we are on that subject, it was just announced that your final paragraph is the consensus pick for the worst. You mean to say that that fateful day you realized people are both dumber AND smarter than you? Actually, those evaluations up to an I.Q. of about 120 can reliably predict where you'll fall on the socioeconomic ladder using aggregate data, so they may be worth more than an inferiority complex.
Discard the last two sentences categorically, unless your objective was to debase the worthy elements rumored to exist in this essay.
I recommend that you remove informal references and rewrite the final paragraph.
This is not a strong essay; if you don't have legitimate setbacks to write about, manufacture one and write about it.
"Ok so, please murder this essay!"
That shouldn't be a problem when you ask nicely.
First off, let me be one of the early people to clear your head of any misconception that your high school GPA should warrant more attention than a mosquito bite.
I admire your first few sentences for diverging from what is usual -- in other words for not being insipid. You seem to imply that the voice of this generation will derive from the larynx of a genius. Again, this is curious because I never thought of the ambassador for our generation as a scholar or philosopher. Anyway, we have an essay to murder.
The bell rang, and my teacher began by expressing to us the importance of trying hard and setting out what was expected of us in terms of dedication and work ethic. The original sentence was unacceptably awkward.
After the first weekend, the teacher announced a pop quiz. This is concise, and corrects your peculiar tendency of referring to the teacher as yours (my teacher), but at the same time saying "the class."
The quiz seemed straightforward, yet as hard as I tried, the answers to these routine questions would not form themselves in my head.
I changed "test" to quiz as it should be, and rearranged/rewrote the sentence to effect a change in tone from whiny and deceptive to reasonable and consistent.
"In the weeks that followed, as a continuation of ratified policy, I took precaution not to exert myself too much and my grades soon floundered. No matter I told myself, studying is for people who actually have to make an effort to do well. Stubbornly, I convinced myself to endure what could be no less than a series of aberrations; surely my grades would revert back to what I was accustomed with and I would resume my familiar position of academic supremacy."
Ok, I really lost interest here. So sorry to cut it short.
Skimming the rest of a comprehensible but otherwise deficient essay, I noted a few items of interest that bear mentioning.
The atmosphere depicted in the part about your mom cooking dinner -- it's repulsive. Parents obviously would like for their kids to do well but when they maintain what appears to be a pressurized household that inspires kids to feel sick dread over something as trivial as grades, they're failing miserably as parents who should respect and love their kids for being their kids.
Why should it matter to anyone but you what your grades are, aside from caring as a result of how it makes YOU feel?
This is probably the other unhealthy extreme that I thought was played out in movies and stories but which does evidently exist...
Really, how does I.Q. arise as a topic of discussion in a conversation with a parent? Bizarre...
Getting back on topic, your mom's reassurance in quotes at the end falls flat and sets your ending off kilter. While we are on that subject, it was just announced that your final paragraph is the consensus pick for the worst. You mean to say that that fateful day you realized people are both dumber AND smarter than you? Actually, those evaluations up to an I.Q. of about 120 can reliably predict where you'll fall on the socioeconomic ladder using aggregate data, so they may be worth more than an inferiority complex.
Discard the last two sentences categorically, unless your objective was to debase the worthy elements rumored to exist in this essay.
I recommend that you remove informal references and rewrite the final paragraph.
This is not a strong essay; if you don't have legitimate setbacks to write about, manufacture one and write about it.