The Prompt is: Describe the environment you come from and how it shaped you.
I'm having a little bit of trouble with the ending, maybe adding a sentence or two. I'm currently at 215/250 words so there's room to add stuff. Any input is greatly appreciated. Thanks!
When I drive to school each morning, I pass the beach and admire the calm ebb and flow of the waves, motions strikingly similar to the pace of life in Swampscott: slow and relaxed. I often refer to Swampscott, Massachusetts as "that town about twenty minutes north of Boston", for it is rare that you find a stranger who actually knows where I am talking about. Swampscott is a beautiful coastal suburb, a hidden gem tucked away from the busy city life that exists only a short distance away. I love the comfort I feel when enveloped by the cool sea breeze or the satisfaction of diving off of the Swampscott pier on a stifling summer day, and I realize how truly fortunate I am to be part of such a wonderful community. As a member of our local Church, I volunteer regularly at My Brother's Table, a soup kitchen located in the neighboring city of Lynn. Volunteering alongside fellow Swampscott residents, I realize that I am part of a community that cares, a close-knit group of people that is interested in the wellbeing of residents and neighbors alike. It is this compassion, the idea of community and its worth, that I hope to carry with me when I leave Swampscott. No matter what lies beyond the "Welcome to Swampscott" sign, I know I will have the support of my community behind me.
I'm having a little bit of trouble with the ending, maybe adding a sentence or two. I'm currently at 215/250 words so there's room to add stuff. Any input is greatly appreciated. Thanks!
When I drive to school each morning, I pass the beach and admire the calm ebb and flow of the waves, motions strikingly similar to the pace of life in Swampscott: slow and relaxed. I often refer to Swampscott, Massachusetts as "that town about twenty minutes north of Boston", for it is rare that you find a stranger who actually knows where I am talking about. Swampscott is a beautiful coastal suburb, a hidden gem tucked away from the busy city life that exists only a short distance away. I love the comfort I feel when enveloped by the cool sea breeze or the satisfaction of diving off of the Swampscott pier on a stifling summer day, and I realize how truly fortunate I am to be part of such a wonderful community. As a member of our local Church, I volunteer regularly at My Brother's Table, a soup kitchen located in the neighboring city of Lynn. Volunteering alongside fellow Swampscott residents, I realize that I am part of a community that cares, a close-knit group of people that is interested in the wellbeing of residents and neighbors alike. It is this compassion, the idea of community and its worth, that I hope to carry with me when I leave Swampscott. No matter what lies beyond the "Welcome to Swampscott" sign, I know I will have the support of my community behind me.