I'm new to this place. Members of this forum just act like they have a blood bond. helping on essays.
I am a Nigerian and applying for the 2013 fall...This is my essay on fictional character and i sometimes feel it's childish. Is it? it is slighly more than 500 WORDS.
please, any comment will be accepted whether harsh or mild..Thanks in advance.
JERRY
"No way! that just can't be! It's impossible!"
I remember announcing that on my ninth birthday before our only new television.A rat, headed for cheese,was padlocked in an oven and it just forked open a space, enough for it to escape; it still got on the cheese! Being acutely curious, I remember asking from my dad to my street-peers of how Jerry have done that. I kept getting unsatisfying answers, but my teacher gave me an answer that quenched my quest. "for every story, there's always a good part. Look beyond Jerry's treachery; call on the inner peace, always.OK?", she whispered.Until I became a boarding student, I never missed Tom an Jerry.
Though dad never stopped criticizing Jerry for being sadistic and violent, I took on my teacher's words. Jerry surprisingly lifted objects that I could never lift. In one of the TV series; Tom shot at Jerry who after been hit by the first bullet, jumped on the second bullet.It rode on the bullet to its destination and still switched off a jet programmed for destruction.Jerry was a die hard. I, for the first time, learned to see issues beneath its periphery and see them as a personal jet.
Before the monitor, tears skated on my cheeks. I had been rejected by the only school I could apply to, Berea College. Since graduating in 2010, I have not entered college. My country's system of admission has been awkward. Secondarily because of few universities for millions of applicants. But primarily because of favoritism: senators, governors and vice chancellors nominated 90% of those to be admitted. Usually unqualified relatives.
In 2011, when I learned of Biomedical Engineering in the US, I saved my monthly allowance of #4000($26) for four months to register for the SAT. My parents had grudgingly sponsored the mailing of my application. But there I was, in the cyber cafe staring at my rejection notification. "How will I ever study Biomedical Engineering when it is not offered in my country's universities?"."maybe dad was right. He said i could never study abroad since we were indigent besides my never being capable of matching the intelligence of the whites". My thoughts roamed wildly and my tears never ceased. Failure's bullets became intense. However, I printed my fate and dragged my feet home.
I sought consolation in all my written songs but they were weeping too. For the first time, music disappointed me. "Maybe, I'm destined to end with an associate degree like my parents". "Must I die in this ghetto, without exploring other cultures?". Thoughts of my class mates in college added pepper to my wound. "Perhaps, it's my destiny" , I muttered on my bed where I decided not to ever think of studying abroad.
In April, as I supervised mum's school, I overheard some of my pupils telling of Tom an Jerry. My once loved TV series reincarnated . My teacher's words echoed in my brains and surged up hope but Jerry's actions catalyzed it. subsequently, I've learned to remember Jerry when adversities get extreme. I registered Jerry's actions in my soul since I remembered it.
From failure to failure; with a borrowed $200 dollars, I've registered for the October SAT s. For like Jerry, I can always ride on my bullets and still switch off the rocket.
I am a Nigerian and applying for the 2013 fall...This is my essay on fictional character and i sometimes feel it's childish. Is it? it is slighly more than 500 WORDS.
please, any comment will be accepted whether harsh or mild..Thanks in advance.
JERRY
"No way! that just can't be! It's impossible!"
I remember announcing that on my ninth birthday before our only new television.A rat, headed for cheese,was padlocked in an oven and it just forked open a space, enough for it to escape; it still got on the cheese! Being acutely curious, I remember asking from my dad to my street-peers of how Jerry have done that. I kept getting unsatisfying answers, but my teacher gave me an answer that quenched my quest. "for every story, there's always a good part. Look beyond Jerry's treachery; call on the inner peace, always.OK?", she whispered.Until I became a boarding student, I never missed Tom an Jerry.
Though dad never stopped criticizing Jerry for being sadistic and violent, I took on my teacher's words. Jerry surprisingly lifted objects that I could never lift. In one of the TV series; Tom shot at Jerry who after been hit by the first bullet, jumped on the second bullet.It rode on the bullet to its destination and still switched off a jet programmed for destruction.Jerry was a die hard. I, for the first time, learned to see issues beneath its periphery and see them as a personal jet.
Before the monitor, tears skated on my cheeks. I had been rejected by the only school I could apply to, Berea College. Since graduating in 2010, I have not entered college. My country's system of admission has been awkward. Secondarily because of few universities for millions of applicants. But primarily because of favoritism: senators, governors and vice chancellors nominated 90% of those to be admitted. Usually unqualified relatives.
In 2011, when I learned of Biomedical Engineering in the US, I saved my monthly allowance of #4000($26) for four months to register for the SAT. My parents had grudgingly sponsored the mailing of my application. But there I was, in the cyber cafe staring at my rejection notification. "How will I ever study Biomedical Engineering when it is not offered in my country's universities?"."maybe dad was right. He said i could never study abroad since we were indigent besides my never being capable of matching the intelligence of the whites". My thoughts roamed wildly and my tears never ceased. Failure's bullets became intense. However, I printed my fate and dragged my feet home.
I sought consolation in all my written songs but they were weeping too. For the first time, music disappointed me. "Maybe, I'm destined to end with an associate degree like my parents". "Must I die in this ghetto, without exploring other cultures?". Thoughts of my class mates in college added pepper to my wound. "Perhaps, it's my destiny" , I muttered on my bed where I decided not to ever think of studying abroad.
In April, as I supervised mum's school, I overheard some of my pupils telling of Tom an Jerry. My once loved TV series reincarnated . My teacher's words echoed in my brains and surged up hope but Jerry's actions catalyzed it. subsequently, I've learned to remember Jerry when adversities get extreme. I registered Jerry's actions in my soul since I remembered it.
From failure to failure; with a borrowed $200 dollars, I've registered for the October SAT s. For like Jerry, I can always ride on my bullets and still switch off the rocket.
