this is my first draft- it hasnt been revised in any way
so i would very much appreciate all ur comments!
thank You
Time spent flipping through Teen Vogue highlighting how to flaunt mascara tripled the gap between me and my goal of becoming a logical and powerful debater- or so, I thought.
Like an acne control cream that unclogs even the most congested pores, debate concealed my girly, yet seemingly shallow pursuits. When discussing practicality, benefit and need of the policies proposed by the Oval House, exchanging fierce crossfire, and honing my rhetorical skills, my intelligence acted up; it overpowered the opponents and enthralled the audience. The debater Chloe who embodies the Southern sensibility never appeared to click with the party-girl Chloe embracing So-cal vibe. And my failure to make a top debater was an alarming wake-up call: Chloe, you have tested out your choices, stop spreading yourself too thin and commit to your debate career. Still, I could never discard my old habit of stepping to my endless rack of tabloids with 959 different style tips and 366 special offers that guarantee a whole new makeover with Maybelline.
Yet, the next debate competition awaited me with the Pepto-Bismol to settle my traumatizing indecisions. The topic was to come up with a policy to tackle with the worldwide problem of financial collapse. Gut-wrenching. My team was daunted by the apparent grandeur of the policies polished with much data and never-before-heard terms. However, I mustered up my courage. Then the next minute, I found myself marching towards the podium, while fending off the piercing and demeaning glances of the opponents. Held tight onto my grip was CosmoGirl. I feigned confidence to assure my teammates who were overcome with insecurity as they listened to the opponents lay out their policy of unifying currency. Ours was about increasing consumption on a grassroots level by revitalizing cosmetics industry. After the policy presentation, the professors drilled us with questions. And this is where my love of tabloids kicked in and paid high dividends. Our specific, step-by-step policies with ample examples gleaned from indulging in the Promotion section of the tabloids heated up the otherwise dull atmosphere while the other teams slipped over with the intimidating facts they failed to fully absorb.
In the award ceremony, our names were never spoken by the Dean... until her trembling voice shrieked the names of the Grand Champion. According to the professors, passion and creativity gave us the winning vote. Unlike the other teams who were marked by vagueness, we showed practical and innovative plan. The elusive combo of a Beverly Hills 90210 and a hard-core debate surely left a distinct impression on the judges.
The incongruence ended up as the best harmony. It is possible to mix up the factors situated on the opposite sides of the spectrum and still retain their most captivating aspects to the fullest. My fun-loving demeanor adds a pinch of pep to an academic seriousness. When life hands me many different choices, I am no longer obliged to whittle down the options and select the one that only represents the narrow dimension of me. Knowing how to place the two contrasting sides together presents a great opportunity for me to stretch out my potential.
Such a powerful combo is what makes me shine the way I truly am.
so i would very much appreciate all ur comments!
thank You
Time spent flipping through Teen Vogue highlighting how to flaunt mascara tripled the gap between me and my goal of becoming a logical and powerful debater- or so, I thought.
Like an acne control cream that unclogs even the most congested pores, debate concealed my girly, yet seemingly shallow pursuits. When discussing practicality, benefit and need of the policies proposed by the Oval House, exchanging fierce crossfire, and honing my rhetorical skills, my intelligence acted up; it overpowered the opponents and enthralled the audience. The debater Chloe who embodies the Southern sensibility never appeared to click with the party-girl Chloe embracing So-cal vibe. And my failure to make a top debater was an alarming wake-up call: Chloe, you have tested out your choices, stop spreading yourself too thin and commit to your debate career. Still, I could never discard my old habit of stepping to my endless rack of tabloids with 959 different style tips and 366 special offers that guarantee a whole new makeover with Maybelline.
Yet, the next debate competition awaited me with the Pepto-Bismol to settle my traumatizing indecisions. The topic was to come up with a policy to tackle with the worldwide problem of financial collapse. Gut-wrenching. My team was daunted by the apparent grandeur of the policies polished with much data and never-before-heard terms. However, I mustered up my courage. Then the next minute, I found myself marching towards the podium, while fending off the piercing and demeaning glances of the opponents. Held tight onto my grip was CosmoGirl. I feigned confidence to assure my teammates who were overcome with insecurity as they listened to the opponents lay out their policy of unifying currency. Ours was about increasing consumption on a grassroots level by revitalizing cosmetics industry. After the policy presentation, the professors drilled us with questions. And this is where my love of tabloids kicked in and paid high dividends. Our specific, step-by-step policies with ample examples gleaned from indulging in the Promotion section of the tabloids heated up the otherwise dull atmosphere while the other teams slipped over with the intimidating facts they failed to fully absorb.
In the award ceremony, our names were never spoken by the Dean... until her trembling voice shrieked the names of the Grand Champion. According to the professors, passion and creativity gave us the winning vote. Unlike the other teams who were marked by vagueness, we showed practical and innovative plan. The elusive combo of a Beverly Hills 90210 and a hard-core debate surely left a distinct impression on the judges.
The incongruence ended up as the best harmony. It is possible to mix up the factors situated on the opposite sides of the spectrum and still retain their most captivating aspects to the fullest. My fun-loving demeanor adds a pinch of pep to an academic seriousness. When life hands me many different choices, I am no longer obliged to whittle down the options and select the one that only represents the narrow dimension of me. Knowing how to place the two contrasting sides together presents a great opportunity for me to stretch out my potential.
Such a powerful combo is what makes me shine the way I truly am.