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Oct 29, 2012 #1
"Let your life speak." Describe the environment in which you were raised - your family, home, neighborhood or community - and how it influenced the person you are today
Slouching, boyfriends, wasting food, and phone conversations that lasted a little too long were never acceptable in my household. I was always a handful, so madly driven from when I was young to save every frog in a confining, unfeeling classroom from dissection, or find a debit card to sponsor a Nigerian child. The climax of my teen angst occurred in the awkward vortex of middle school. I was repulsed by my barbaric seventh grade principal, as he swallowed a goldfish live in the name of a school fundraiser. My "peaceful protest" resulted in a day of profound self reflection in the corner of the Travis Middle School In-School-Suspension building. I was never forced to do homework, or go school even, but it was imperative that I maintained all A's. American schooling was painted to me as a factory eventually pumping out a "salary", known as "the better life" that my parents leaped across the globe for, away from a crowded flat teeming with mirth and familiarity. I've retained this global perspective even through assimilation into American culture, and living in a small, conservative town that couldn't stand a Gay-Straight Alliance. Today I've found every habit, meal, conversation and relationship of divine sentiment. I find that late hours comforting my mother, unaware of where she is or who the voices speaking in her mind are, are just as significant as the hours analyzing kennings in a passage from Beowulf, or calculating allele frequencies.
not done, very rough. thank you in advance!
Wasteful Student Life
Slouching, boyfriends, wasting food, and phone conversations that lasted a little too long were never acceptable in my household. I was always a handful, so madly driven from when I was young to save every frog in a confining, unfeeling classroom from dissection, or find a debit card to sponsor a Nigerian child. The climax of my teen angst occurred in the awkward vortex of middle school. I was repulsed by my barbaric seventh grade principal, as he swallowed a goldfish live in the name of a school fundraiser. My "peaceful protest" resulted in a day of profound self reflection in the corner of the Travis Middle School In-School-Suspension building. I was never forced to do homework, or go school even, but it was imperative that I maintained all A's. American schooling was painted to me as a factory eventually pumping out a "salary", known as "the better life" that my parents leaped across the globe for, away from a crowded flat teeming with mirth and familiarity. I've retained this global perspective even through assimilation into American culture, and living in a small, conservative town that couldn't stand a Gay-Straight Alliance. Today I've found every habit, meal, conversation and relationship of divine sentiment. I find that late hours comforting my mother, unaware of where she is or who the voices speaking in her mind are, are just as significant as the hours analyzing kennings in a passage from Beowulf, or calculating allele frequencies.
not done, very rough. thank you in advance!