Elementary school can be a cruel place. This is especially true when you have cowlicks, glasses, red cheeks and lips, and only one front tooth. People would call me "unitooth" in class, and I would smile, despite my pain. I loved my elementary school for its exciting projects and field trips, but I was always insecure in the social circles of the cafeteria and recess. Foursquare and wall ball were not my strengths, and despite my competency at jump rope, people soon wouldn't even let me play. Luckily, I had two good friends, but people made fun of me because they were girls, an elementary school abomination.
The summer after the sixth grade, my family moved to a new house in a different school district. Being an opportunistic boy, I realized that this was the time to change how others perceived me. I begged my parents for contacts, grew out my hair to hide the cowlicks, and even got braces to pull down my second front tooth. The culmination of my transformation was my change from Andrew to Andy. I thought that the "-drew" sounded nerdy, and the letter "-y" made my name look cooler. One result of my many efforts was that seventh grade was less excluding. I convinced some people that I was cool, and I was initially happy. My hard work had paid off. Unfortunately, being on guard was a necessary for me to continue being cool, and I was always acting like someone who I wasn't. In eighth grade, I even joined the football team, a true testament to my desperation. The jersey that I wore to school was my armor, and I was constantly fighting battles. This false persona continued until midway through my freshman year, when the football season ended. I realized how much happier I was when I wasn't physically and emotionally bruised every day. I started focusing more on school, and I received straight A's. I soon realized that I was reverting back to my elementary school years, but I hesitantly progressed. I don't even pretend to enjoy violence anymore, and I stopped saying "dude" when I was a sophomore. I cut my hair off once more, and my cowlicks now stick in every which way. Although I still wear contacts, and I can no longer accurately be called "uni-tooth", I am my quirky, easily excitable, and physically unfit self once more. I will continue to be called Andy, but I think I like Andrew better now. The "-y" sounds too cool, and the "-drew" sounds more scholarly.
PLEASE GIVE HARSH CRITICISM! I hope to apply to both Princeton and Swarthmore this fall.
The summer after the sixth grade, my family moved to a new house in a different school district. Being an opportunistic boy, I realized that this was the time to change how others perceived me. I begged my parents for contacts, grew out my hair to hide the cowlicks, and even got braces to pull down my second front tooth. The culmination of my transformation was my change from Andrew to Andy. I thought that the "-drew" sounded nerdy, and the letter "-y" made my name look cooler. One result of my many efforts was that seventh grade was less excluding. I convinced some people that I was cool, and I was initially happy. My hard work had paid off. Unfortunately, being on guard was a necessary for me to continue being cool, and I was always acting like someone who I wasn't. In eighth grade, I even joined the football team, a true testament to my desperation. The jersey that I wore to school was my armor, and I was constantly fighting battles. This false persona continued until midway through my freshman year, when the football season ended. I realized how much happier I was when I wasn't physically and emotionally bruised every day. I started focusing more on school, and I received straight A's. I soon realized that I was reverting back to my elementary school years, but I hesitantly progressed. I don't even pretend to enjoy violence anymore, and I stopped saying "dude" when I was a sophomore. I cut my hair off once more, and my cowlicks now stick in every which way. Although I still wear contacts, and I can no longer accurately be called "uni-tooth", I am my quirky, easily excitable, and physically unfit self once more. I will continue to be called Andy, but I think I like Andrew better now. The "-y" sounds too cool, and the "-drew" sounds more scholarly.
PLEASE GIVE HARSH CRITICISM! I hope to apply to both Princeton and Swarthmore this fall.