It was last summer, while the entire cast of the summer musical, 42nd Street, was in the backstage dressing room of the Pinole Community Playhouse trying on costumes for the production. I was trying on dresses and talking with my friend Abigail. I was trying on a red dress that I said definitely looked better on her. Then she looked at me and said, “No, Alicia, you’re perfect”. That surprised me because no one had ever given me such a sincere compliment before. It made me pause, and gave me a lot to think about. How could I be perfect? And is what I perceive as perfect different than how others perceive it? How could one person see me as perfect and I not see myself that way? Perhaps it is because we all have different goals. If I saw myself as perfect, I would never want to change. Life would be generic, and I would have nothing to strive for if I were perfect. But I’m not, and the fact that I’m not perfect (to me) is perfect. Over the years, I have learned that we should never give up on our dreams and aspirations. For me, those dreams include getting a great education, working in a field I enjoy, and making my family proud, even in the face of adversity. Growing up, I did not …show more content…
I highly value my education, and I commute about two hours every day to and from school. I went to a private catholic primary school and wanted to continue that education at a similar high school. However, my dad was laid off, while I was in eighth grade. Due to the high price of the private high schools, I decided that it would be best to go to a public high school. I transferred into another school district, in order to go to an academically challenging school that would give me a great educational foundation that I would be able to build upon in college. In the end, I was glad that I made that choice. I’ve made really good friends who have encouraged me to do my best, and I’ve also worked hard at achieving satisfaction with all of my
Perfect: adj. ˈpər-fikt 1. Entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings, is the first definition you find on dictionary.com for the word (perfect). Is this actually possible to attain? Has anyone actually ever been perfect? Or is it all in the eye of the beholder? These questions are asked by almost every girl, as we dream to one day reach the unattainable. This is especially true at the tender age of fifteen, where nothing seems to be going right with our bodies and everything is changing in us. This poem stresses the fact that as everyone realizes how unrealistic this dream is, the knowledge makes no difference to the wish. Marisa de los Santos comments on this in her poem “Perfect Dress”. The use of verbose imagery, metaphors, and the simplistic approach are very effective in portraying the awkward adolescent stage of a young woman and the unrealistic dream of being perfect.
In the short book, Being Perfect by Anna Quindlen, Quindlen shares her wisdom of the term “perfection.” She discusses her personal experience of being “perfect” when she was younger and tries to persuade the readers that being “perfect” is not worth the hardships, but finding and expressing someone’s true personality and character is. Striving for “perfection” can fog people’s mind in acting contrary to their true selves. For example, people begin to expect the ultimate best out of one another and begin to lack the understanding of others. All people should learn to give up the unreachable goal of being flawless because everyone makes mistakes; it is the way in which people handle their mistakes that makes their true personality shine.
“The word perfection cannot be defined into one person or one thing. Perfection can only be told or seen in a first person view. No one will genuinely think something or someone is as perfect as another person, it’s impossible to see eye to eye with something that is as powerful and subjective as perfection.” - Jordan van der neut, 2014
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
This proves the fact that “Perfection” is like a dream. When people finally see the flaws, they wake up and the dream ends.” Works Cited Gioia, Dana, and X.J. Kennedy. The "My Last Duchess. " Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, Drama, and Writing, Compact Edition, Interactive Edition.
No matter how hard humans have tried to achieve perfection none could ever reach perfection. Perfection is the allusion made by the human mind. Perfection is described as “the quality or state of being perfect: freedom from flaws, having maturity, and the quality or state of being saintly”. (Merriam-Webster)
Perfect follows the lives of four high school seniors all on the relentless pursuit of perfection. Each teenager defines the word differently, so they each take different paths in order to achieve their goal. Their connection may not seem evident because they are not necessarily friends. Their connection, however, is found through their avoidance of failure: the lengths they go to in order to satisfy unreasonable expectations.
I’ve pushed myself to pursue rigorous classes throughout high school. Though I didn’t make the grade I always wanted, I never lost hope and ensured that I gave my best effort and tried my hardest at all times. This hard work has paid off tremendously. I was able to complete my dyslexia curriculum by 8th grade. I was accepted into a magnet center for high school, which is one of the best in the state and is ranked well in the nation among high schools. I believe that my life, my education, my learning disability, and etc are all subject to my belief that my mindset is greater than my circumstances, and working hard paid off greatly. My situation as a dyslexic has taught me to pride myself in my ability to overcome any
Halfway through my sophomore year, my mom ran into some financial troubles. We had no choice, but to move away from my high school, and move in with my grandparents. After we moved, she didn’t have a job for over a year. I really didn’t want to switch schools. I was comfortable at my school and with my friends. My mother was willing to let me continue going there, even after we moved. I drove 30 minutes, everyday so I could go to school. It wasn’t easy, but it’s been worth it. I had to get up even earlier, I
I spent much of my high school career researching colleges and universities. My mom and I traveled to well over 10 different colleges and universities in 4 different states trying to find the “perfect” school for me. By the end of my junior year of high school I had finally found the ideal school, or so I thought. The school was small, environmentally friendly, new, beautiful, diverse, and just happened to be located 1,000 miles away from home. Everyone at my small high school knew that I was going away to school and it was a huge deal because the majority of my classmates were going to in state schools. I traveled to the school multiple times for orientations, to meet my roommates, and to make sure it was the “perfect” school for me. Early May of my senior year of high school, right before graduation, I woke up with a feeling in my gut that this
My mom prioritized my education. I now find this very admirable, that a woman so young who barely graduated high school and married a mechanic found it to be essential their daughter should be reading, calculating multiplication and square roots, and helping to change oil all before entering kindergarten. Upon entering school, my parents were told I would be held back due to being anti-social. I don’t remember being anti-social; I just remember reading all the time because I was done with my work and I was taught not to disrupt others. I was not held back that year; the school later asked my parents to allow me to skip the second and fourth grades due to my achievement level. They refused and convinced me being
...ience true perfection. Since an ideal can never hold up to a reality, nothing can be truly perfect.
We often think that our main goals are linked to perfection, however, we are unaware of the devastating effect this unattainable concept has on our outlook on life when we cannot achieve it. Though the textbook definition of perfection is, “the quality or condition of being perfect and without flaws”, it is a vice that harbors many doubts and insecurities and holds us back from things we want to do for fear of not being good. Perfection is a concept that cannot be achieved as it does not exist.
He told me about Penn Foster and Fresh Start. At first I was very scared to be completely honest I even cried, I did not want to go back to public school. The next day my dad told me we were going to check it out. It wasn 't as bad as I 'd expected. The people there were very kind and treated me with respect. So I gave it a shot and went with it! A month later I started attending the school and I eventually started to enjoy it. The principal was the first one to look right through me, and understand my feelings. He is very nice and kindhearted. When I was scared and I cried, he looked me straight in the eyes and said “It will be okay.” That 's when I knew I could do this! Even though I’m still shy and anti-social I can go to school and finally feel comfortable with my surroundings and the people I 'm in class with. No one says a word and they 're all friendly nice people – probably because they don 't
Hi, my name is Rob Geis and I am currently in grade 12. I have been at County High School for a year now; I joined at the start of 11th grade, and have thoroughly enjoyed myself here. The school is great, the people are fantastic and the atmosphere is one that makes you actually want to go to school. Before I joined ASB I was studying at the Singapore American School for two years and prior to that I was at the International School of Kuala Lumpur for two years. I was born and raised here in Bombay city and grew up here.