Prompt: Describe one of your quirks and why is it a part of you.
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If you were to visit my Facebook page, you would find an odd number of photos, posted by others, featuring me, on the floor. Most people would find these pictures quite strange, but those who are familiar with me, even slightly, know that the floor is a place that one can often find me. Sitting, kneeling, or lying down on the floor, I can find my comfort zone any place I go, because "the floor" is universal; the ground is everywhere. Clumsiness has always been a major component of my life. As a child, I experienced growth spurts far earlier that any of my peers. Consistently twelve inches taller than my friends, I felt stuck (fixed?) in a perpetual state of gawkiness and awkwardness. As a result, I fell. A lot. Up the stairs, down the stairs, standing up, sitting down, entering a room, leaving a room, I found myself on the ground more often than not. I constantly felt embarrassed and insecure. If people were not laughing at my misfortune audibly, I assumed they must have been laughing internally. As I grew older, my peers caught up to my height-wise, yet my clumsiness did not dissipate. Thus, I made a decision. If I was bound to end up on the floor regardless, why not put myself there (?) willingly? So I began to find the floor in a reaction to any type of emotion; anger, excitement, disappointment, boredom. Eventually, the ground became a comfort zone and a place I went to involuntarily.
I haven't finished the essay yet, but I'm already over the word count...Suggestions? and what do you think about the essay in general?
feel free to edit/revise
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If you were to visit my Facebook page, you would find an odd number of photos, posted by others, featuring me, on the floor. Most people would find these pictures quite strange, but those who are familiar with me, even slightly, know that the floor is a place that one can often find me. Sitting, kneeling, or lying down on the floor, I can find my comfort zone any place I go, because "the floor" is universal; the ground is everywhere. Clumsiness has always been a major component of my life. As a child, I experienced growth spurts far earlier that any of my peers. Consistently twelve inches taller than my friends, I felt stuck (fixed?) in a perpetual state of gawkiness and awkwardness. As a result, I fell. A lot. Up the stairs, down the stairs, standing up, sitting down, entering a room, leaving a room, I found myself on the ground more often than not. I constantly felt embarrassed and insecure. If people were not laughing at my misfortune audibly, I assumed they must have been laughing internally. As I grew older, my peers caught up to my height-wise, yet my clumsiness did not dissipate. Thus, I made a decision. If I was bound to end up on the floor regardless, why not put myself there (?) willingly? So I began to find the floor in a reaction to any type of emotion; anger, excitement, disappointment, boredom. Eventually, the ground became a comfort zone and a place I went to involuntarily.
