Compare And Contrast Essay On My Twin

The only major differences between my twin and I are our grades and our personalities. Aside from our different hairstyles and everyday clothing choices, everything else is almost the same, from our height to our faces to our opinions. Though we are the best of friends, there have been many times where I would feel like I am just a shadow that always stands behind my sister.

We are always compared with our grades and personality. From time to time, I am overcome with jealousy as I see my twin gain all A’s while I get A’s and B’s. Around me, I always hear, “I wish I had a twin,” or “I think having a twin would be awesome”, but in my case, during times like this, I have wondered: what is so great about having a twin?

When the scores for standardized tests came out, I sat in front of the computer with my heart beating quickly. I was overwhelmed with excitement until I saw my sister’s scores. The numbers were a few places higher than mine. The pulsing excitement I had earlier, upon seeing what I’d earned, went as quickly as it came, and soon I felt angry. I directed my anger both towards myself and my twin when it was dinner before my parents tried to calm me down and have a conversation with me.

From then, I came to realize that if I had pushed myself harder like my sister had, I would have received the score I wanted, and that

trying my best was all that mattered. Though,
some of the positives of our relationship is our ability to understand each other and being able to share our troubles to each other with no problem, the challenges that also came along with having a twin also helped me push myself into doing the best at everything I try to do. The jealousy that led to my angry outbursts towards my twin has made me become more reflective of myself and my actions, which eventually shaped my aspiration to continue working for my own self-fulfillment of being the best I could be.
“Why are you so quiet?”
With all the eyes staring at me and all the pressure put on me to speak, I wonder the same.

Why am I so quiet? My classmates and I are playing a Q&A game with our teachers, where we ask questions to get to know each other better. I am sitting in my seat with the ball - a signal that it is my turn - in my hands. All heads turn to me when my classmate asks his question. I tighten my hands around the ball. I am not sure how to answer, and I silently ponder the question for a few seconds before my English teacher says, “That’s a great answer, Julien.” I pass the ball to my teacher, who reaches for it, so she can give it to another

student.
My face burns red as the rest of the class laughs. I begin to regret not saying something. There is no question that I always sit quietly in debates and discussions and that I can only hold full, long conversations with people close to me, but I have never thought that was a problem.
I have always watched and observed people talking to others they barely even know and wonder, how do they do that with such confidence? To be honest, though, I feel confident through my own way of communicating. I find that my family and friends trust that I will not share their troubles with others and that it is easier for me to see things that some may not see. I never find it difficult to listen to people.
Perhaps, this is the quality and experience that is most important to me and makes me the most proud. I am proud of being quiet and being a listener because it helps me observe my surroundings better and further helps me learn more about the people around me as well as of myself. Though I may have been embarrassed from the experience in class that day, because of that experience I came to respect that being quiet is a part of who I am, and that there is no shame in being true to myself.