Free College Admissions Essays: The Final Straw

The Final Straw
It was the end of the school year, and I was sitting in the gym at senior honors night waiting to receive my awards. I started to think back to everything I had done over the years. It began to sadden me as I thought of ninth grade, and how much I didn’t care. I only wanted to party, have fun, sleep in class, and not pay attention. I had also engraved in my head that high school wasn’t important that my grades didn’t matter because the only thing that will count is what I do in college. However, I was wrong and for me to get into college they looked at everything I’d done in high school. I didn’t do as well in school, because my family infuriated me, they always compared me to my cousin and wanted me to be just like her, a straight A student.

Three of which were for keeping an A, and not letting it drop below a ninety all year long. The next was an award my math teacher gave me. She picked me for the award out of everyone in all of her classes. I felt honored. I also received three cords from my pathway, healthcare science. One was for finishing my pathway. The other was for passing my end of pathway exam. Finally, the last one was for volunteering at a blood drive that my school hosted throughout the year. Then the countdown began, our counselor came up to the podium to announce all of the honor graduates. She started with the lowest to the highest. I knew if I received it I would have one of the lower grade point averages. As she worked her way up the ranking I could feel my stomach drop, as she began calling out the extremely smart people. “There is no way that I am smarter than them, I know I didn’t get it,” I thought to myself. However, I was right. I didn’t know what to do, whether to cry or scream. I was so hurt I didn’t want to attend school or even try anymore. What was the point? I had put forth all my effort in school the past two years, yet I have nothing to show for