Essay About Myself

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School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.

I was accused of cheating for the first time when I was seven years old. It was during the term final where the performance of the test indicates all the progress the student had made throughout the semester, so its importance was never over emphasized. Though I haven't been in school long enough to emerge myself into the brutal competitive environment, I certainly did study the materials well to make my parents happy.

During the exam I was rather confident. The material wasn't that challenging so I quickly finished the exam. With nothing to do I started to look around: birds singing outside the window, people walking by the door, and the answers on the paper of my fellow classmate behind me. Though my action looked suspicious, I had no plan to cheat because even the concept of cheating was new to me. I was confident in my answers and had already finished the exam. I turned around simply to check up on my classmate. Certainly the teachers didn’t agree with me. They had to take me outside of the room and hold onto my test for the time being. My parents were informed to come to school for discussion. It was a really a big deal - how dare someone cheat on the final exam?

I don’t remember the details of what happened afterward, but somehow school concluded that my action was not intentional thus should not be penalized, with the advise of not repeating the same mistake. I supposed it’s good for me, otherwise I don’t know how miserable I would be for the rest of my elementary school career. More importantly, I learned that even though my intention was different, what people saw from my action indicated otherwise. The assumption people made could have resulted a very different interpretation from my intention. After the incident I became more careful in what I do and say - I didn’t want to deliver wrong messages. I thought it would be good for me and everyone around me.

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... more respect from the people around me. Slowly I started to notice that instead of simply telling me what to do, people now ask me for my opinion - they started to treat me like an adult, not just a teenager anymore. I never expected college life would have impacted me this much, but I am glad that it did. Now I am willing to take responsibilities and to take charge, and I am happy to see myself this way. If I have to decide what to do after high school, I will make the same choice no matter how many times I am asked.

To be honest, I hate getting up early for classes, or following the rules and regulations associated with school. I have a friend who was home-schooled until it’s time for her to go to college, I envy her. However, at the same time I also appreciate the changes that happened to me from going to school, from meeting new people and make friends with them and from learning from the teachers. School helped me to realize my potentials and weakness, it presented me with issues that I will one day face in the real world. It also opened up my mindset so that I can be more involved socially. It is really a big deal for me. For that, I solute school with my full gratitude.

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