Where Passion Sprouts
Every time being there, I feel such clarity in my mind as if the place rejuvenates my brain. I feel the overwhelming enthusiasm, surrounding and flowing into my body. The place is filled with awe and wonder, joy of adventure and secret of the universe. This place is--
It is my physics classroom.
I can almost see the eyeballs of my readers rolling as I write it, but for me, it's the truth indeed. I took AP Physics BC in my junior year, and the class had been my favorite from day one. The classroom itself is a fascinating place. The setup is the same as a normal classroom, but there are many scientific materials scattered across the room. There is an "Even Einstein Ask Questions" poster with the "Even" crossed out hanging on the back wall, a Newton's cradle in the corner, and scientific equipment such as linear springs and motion sensors on the counters. There are also many new science magazines and a huge sci-fi novel searching index in the shelf for us to read when we have free time. We always find the classroom interesting and full of things to do.
However, the decoration of the classroom, though impressive, is not the main reason for me to feel perfectly content in there at all. Comparing to the room itself, what I experienced in there weighs a trillion times more to me. In the classroom, I met my favorite teacher, Mr. Landers. He is extremely intelligent, to the point where my classmates and I believe that he is too smart to teach in a high school, and yet he is also very a vigorous person, an extravert, and a very skillful teacher who can always express the abstruse idea of physics in the simplest and the most interesting way. At the beginning of the year, he told us "Fail to succeed sooner", and that's exactly what my classmates and I went through. The fun of understanding physics, the struggle of working through the homework, the heart breaks of viewing the test scores, I experienced all of them, and strangely, every day I come to the classroom feeling smarter, better prepared than the day before, and ready to have fun some fun in physics(no matter how weird it seems).
There are also many special events in the class throughout the year. As a class, we participated the county science fair. My project took me almost the entire year to prepare. Even though it didn't win any major award, the experience was an eye opener, the first chance for me to do such professional research and making a product like a real engineer. Following that, Mr. Landers took us to the Georgia Tech Graduate Project Fair and the Inventure Prize. They were absolutely incredible. These events are filled with bright minds and enthusiasm for innovation. I saw so many brilliant ideas and projects, and more importantly, I saw a lot of people who are the person I believe I want to be in the future.
So that is my physics class. At the end of the year, I was surprised that my favorite class ever is actually the hardest class I ever take. This can only mean one thing: I find my passion here. I find something that I will never get bored of no matter how difficult it is, and to be honest, I never feel anything like this before. After the AP exam, Mr. Landers told us that this is his final year, and we went out to play Frisbee, my last memory being that Mr. Landers dominated that game. This year, sometimes I still pass the classroom in the hallway. I will glance into the room, hoping to see Mr. Landers or anyone from my class, and then I will move on, knowing that it won't happen. After all, the classroom isn't what I love. The knowledge I learned, the passion I found, the fun I had, the disappointment I endured, and the work I put in, they are.
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The essay needs a 25 words cut, as well as some revise to improve its flow
Any Advice?
Every time being there, I feel such clarity in my mind as if the place rejuvenates my brain. I feel the overwhelming enthusiasm, surrounding and flowing into my body. The place is filled with awe and wonder, joy of adventure and secret of the universe. This place is--
It is my physics classroom.
I can almost see the eyeballs of my readers rolling as I write it, but for me, it's the truth indeed. I took AP Physics BC in my junior year, and the class had been my favorite from day one. The classroom itself is a fascinating place. The setup is the same as a normal classroom, but there are many scientific materials scattered across the room. There is an "Even Einstein Ask Questions" poster with the "Even" crossed out hanging on the back wall, a Newton's cradle in the corner, and scientific equipment such as linear springs and motion sensors on the counters. There are also many new science magazines and a huge sci-fi novel searching index in the shelf for us to read when we have free time. We always find the classroom interesting and full of things to do.
However, the decoration of the classroom, though impressive, is not the main reason for me to feel perfectly content in there at all. Comparing to the room itself, what I experienced in there weighs a trillion times more to me. In the classroom, I met my favorite teacher, Mr. Landers. He is extremely intelligent, to the point where my classmates and I believe that he is too smart to teach in a high school, and yet he is also very a vigorous person, an extravert, and a very skillful teacher who can always express the abstruse idea of physics in the simplest and the most interesting way. At the beginning of the year, he told us "Fail to succeed sooner", and that's exactly what my classmates and I went through. The fun of understanding physics, the struggle of working through the homework, the heart breaks of viewing the test scores, I experienced all of them, and strangely, every day I come to the classroom feeling smarter, better prepared than the day before, and ready to have fun some fun in physics(no matter how weird it seems).
There are also many special events in the class throughout the year. As a class, we participated the county science fair. My project took me almost the entire year to prepare. Even though it didn't win any major award, the experience was an eye opener, the first chance for me to do such professional research and making a product like a real engineer. Following that, Mr. Landers took us to the Georgia Tech Graduate Project Fair and the Inventure Prize. They were absolutely incredible. These events are filled with bright minds and enthusiasm for innovation. I saw so many brilliant ideas and projects, and more importantly, I saw a lot of people who are the person I believe I want to be in the future.
So that is my physics class. At the end of the year, I was surprised that my favorite class ever is actually the hardest class I ever take. This can only mean one thing: I find my passion here. I find something that I will never get bored of no matter how difficult it is, and to be honest, I never feel anything like this before. After the AP exam, Mr. Landers told us that this is his final year, and we went out to play Frisbee, my last memory being that Mr. Landers dominated that game. This year, sometimes I still pass the classroom in the hallway. I will glance into the room, hoping to see Mr. Landers or anyone from my class, and then I will move on, knowing that it won't happen. After all, the classroom isn't what I love. The knowledge I learned, the passion I found, the fun I had, the disappointment I endured, and the work I put in, they are.
--End--
The essay needs a 25 words cut, as well as some revise to improve its flow
Any Advice?