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For me "time" is a four letter word, and I hope not to waste yours with this essay. Time is a powerful force that aims to control every word I utter, every step I take, and every decision I make. Simply put, making the most of my time is what matters to me.
My impossible battle with this abstract, yet finite, being started on my first day of Kindergarten. Instead of napping when I got home from school, I would attack my "To Do List." (Rest assured that in all other ways I was a normal kindergartener.) However, there was always a book I wanted to read, a person I wanted to sketch or a dance I wanted to master. I discovered that the only way to accomplish all I set out to do was through effective "time management," a phrase I had never heard.
I was so jealous of my dad's Day Planner that I asked my parents to get me my own. In elementary school I used it to schedule science projects, Tae Kwon Do classes, piano lessons, time to work on my novel, birthday parties and play dates. In spite of my compulsive planning, I was still losing the battle with time, or so I thought.
By the time I got to middle school, I assumed I would be smart and organized enough to be able to complete everything on my agenda. However time proved to be a tough opponent, often challenging me with a traffic jam, an extra errand with my mom, or an alarm clock that forgot to ring at 5:47 am.
When I started high school, time management was even more daunting. How was I going to be able to wake up at 5:47 a.m., attend my classes, go to Tae Kwon Do, study an extra 600 hours for Academic Decathlon, and still maintain all my friendships? My day planner became my ally in the war against time. The more I scheduled, the more time I had.
After many years of fighting, I finally realized that Time is my partner. She is the gift that allowed me to read This Side of Paradise, see Of Montreal in concert, and hike with my friends. My dear friend Time and I will be valuable assets to Stanford.
For me "time" is a four letter word, and I hope not to waste yours with this essay. Time is a powerful force that aims to control every word I utter, every step I take, and every decision I make. Simply put, making the most of my time is what matters to me.
My impossible battle with this abstract, yet finite, being started on my first day of Kindergarten. Instead of napping when I got home from school, I would attack my "To Do List." (Rest assured that in all other ways I was a normal kindergartener.) However, there was always a book I wanted to read, a person I wanted to sketch or a dance I wanted to master. I discovered that the only way to accomplish all I set out to do was through effective "time management," a phrase I had never heard.
I was so jealous of my dad's Day Planner that I asked my parents to get me my own. In elementary school I used it to schedule science projects, Tae Kwon Do classes, piano lessons, time to work on my novel, birthday parties and play dates. In spite of my compulsive planning, I was still losing the battle with time, or so I thought.
By the time I got to middle school, I assumed I would be smart and organized enough to be able to complete everything on my agenda. However time proved to be a tough opponent, often challenging me with a traffic jam, an extra errand with my mom, or an alarm clock that forgot to ring at 5:47 am.
When I started high school, time management was even more daunting. How was I going to be able to wake up at 5:47 a.m., attend my classes, go to Tae Kwon Do, study an extra 600 hours for Academic Decathlon, and still maintain all my friendships? My day planner became my ally in the war against time. The more I scheduled, the more time I had.
After many years of fighting, I finally realized that Time is my partner. She is the gift that allowed me to read This Side of Paradise, see Of Montreal in concert, and hike with my friends. My dear friend Time and I will be valuable assets to Stanford.