This is last minute but thank you for any opinions or advice that you offer. I find this essay a little redundant, and the conclusion seems rushed.
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Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
I remember my brother asked me once, "Should I sell my +8 legendary golden staff for 350 million penya?" It frustrated me so much that my brother can play games, procrastinate, sleep, and still get over a 95 on his AP classes. Here I was, trying to study for an economics exam while he was enjoying his time. It makes it worse that he is my twin brother. Twins are supposed to be the same in every aspect! We are not alike at all, we are polar opposites. However, despite my irritation, he is my greatest rival or the "final boss" in his words. He is my adversary and my motivation to beat.
All my life I have been looking at my brother's back, literally. He was born first, his baptism first, his communion first, his confirmation first, his awards first, and his recognition first. He always came first in everything and always better than me, which agitated me. How I envied him as I saw my achievement shoved to the side to make room for my brother's. I remember showing my fastidious father that I made a 92 in my AP World History class. Then along came my brother with his 99. Elated my father was! Casting aside my report card, my father bolstered his achievement as my brother became the talk of the dinner. My grade, my 96 was belittled by my father as he said, "You need to work on that."
I have always known that though, but my envy and pride would not let that stand. The jealously bug bit me one too many, and he became my motivation to beat. I imagined the time when I finally could beat him in something. I imagined a day were I could beat him and finally say "Ha Ha! I finally did better than you." That day never came. I was always chasing after him, and as I got close enough to reach him with my stretched arm, he would just zoom further away. He was the roadrunner, and I was the cunning coyote, stirring up mischievous thoughts to stop him
Eventually as time quickly lingered on, my envy subsided and reverence came to replace it. I came to idolize my brother more and more, and believe that I should surpass him because of my own strength instead of spite. During my junior and senior year I began to notice something. I was more focused, and more reliable. Although my grades slightly improved, I felt better. Some will say it was because I matured because my experience in high school. I like to believe it was my motivation to defeat my brother that changed me. Every time he surpassed me, I subconsciously accepted his achievements. I began to view his accomplishments now in a more of a positive view. Although I still do chuckle in the rare moments that I beat him.
Now I see myself a step closer reaching him. The senior version of me is different than my sophomore self. My brother is still the same as he was. He still plays his games, but he is the one who has impacted my life. His is my motivation.
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Write an essay in which you tell us about someone who has made an impact on your life and explain how and why this person is important to you.
I remember my brother asked me once, "Should I sell my +8 legendary golden staff for 350 million penya?" It frustrated me so much that my brother can play games, procrastinate, sleep, and still get over a 95 on his AP classes. Here I was, trying to study for an economics exam while he was enjoying his time. It makes it worse that he is my twin brother. Twins are supposed to be the same in every aspect! We are not alike at all, we are polar opposites. However, despite my irritation, he is my greatest rival or the "final boss" in his words. He is my adversary and my motivation to beat.
All my life I have been looking at my brother's back, literally. He was born first, his baptism first, his communion first, his confirmation first, his awards first, and his recognition first. He always came first in everything and always better than me, which agitated me. How I envied him as I saw my achievement shoved to the side to make room for my brother's. I remember showing my fastidious father that I made a 92 in my AP World History class. Then along came my brother with his 99. Elated my father was! Casting aside my report card, my father bolstered his achievement as my brother became the talk of the dinner. My grade, my 96 was belittled by my father as he said, "You need to work on that."
I have always known that though, but my envy and pride would not let that stand. The jealously bug bit me one too many, and he became my motivation to beat. I imagined the time when I finally could beat him in something. I imagined a day were I could beat him and finally say "Ha Ha! I finally did better than you." That day never came. I was always chasing after him, and as I got close enough to reach him with my stretched arm, he would just zoom further away. He was the roadrunner, and I was the cunning coyote, stirring up mischievous thoughts to stop him
Eventually as time quickly lingered on, my envy subsided and reverence came to replace it. I came to idolize my brother more and more, and believe that I should surpass him because of my own strength instead of spite. During my junior and senior year I began to notice something. I was more focused, and more reliable. Although my grades slightly improved, I felt better. Some will say it was because I matured because my experience in high school. I like to believe it was my motivation to defeat my brother that changed me. Every time he surpassed me, I subconsciously accepted his achievements. I began to view his accomplishments now in a more of a positive view. Although I still do chuckle in the rare moments that I beat him.
Now I see myself a step closer reaching him. The senior version of me is different than my sophomore self. My brother is still the same as he was. He still plays his games, but he is the one who has impacted my life. His is my motivation.