High School Admissions Essay

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It took me a while to understand the importance of grades. When I started high school, I thought it would be a breeze. I was always that kid who skipped homework, but compensated with exceptional quiz and test grades. This worked for middle school, but in high school, homework zeroes snowballed, demolishing my class grades overall. Halfway through sophomore year, my GPA sank to a measly 0.57. Those three black digits, etched onto my report card like scratches of charcoal still smouldering, pitched me into utter despair.
As 3rd quarter started, I joined a class with other struggling students and it showed me what I did not want to become. I committed to the idea that this was my time to repair. My grades were what they were - I would …show more content…

Before medication, school made me feel like a skiing novice easily overwhelmed - snagged on unseen ice or somersaulting over jumps far too massive for me. I was bewildered, exhausted, and senseless of my own abilities; gravity felt stacked against me. Treating my ADD awakened me to new educational landscapes. School heaped the same mountains of information, but now learning came with the adrenaline rush more in keeping with carving down black diamonds, wind in my face and the beauty of the horizon rising before me. With the world flying by, somehow I had time to take in each tiny detail. My thoughts sharpened; I perceived everything with exhilarating focus. My world was renewed. I began finishing classwork with new found speed, leaving time to help classmates or start homework early. Where missteps had snowballed earlier in school, successes built upon each other now. I began to take pride in my accomplishments, a feeling absent before. I had flipped a switch; I knew I was doing good work and it felt good to earn my teachers’ and parents’ …show more content…

I remember holding her up as she nearly sank to the ground. Teary-eyed, she repeated, “This is the work I know that my son is capable of!” After collecting herself, she snapped photos to send to friends, family, and coworkers. Music has always been the language of my mother’s happiness and our kitchen was full of dancing that night. She even slept with the paper beneath her pillow! With her comical reaction, part of me felt my mom overreacted, the rest of me couldn’t help patting myself on the back as my mom took my paper upstairs. My pride in this essay arose from the level of independence I accomplished in crafting it. My efforts ranged from interviewing a physician at Dana Farber Cancer Institute who has national presence in his field, to many hours spent pouring over books and researching online, finally paying off with deep satisfaction. Truly, this was the caliber of academic work I had always expected of myself and I had finally achieved it. It encapsulated the dedication and hard-won skills that I continue to work to amass setting a bar that I intend to continue to reach for as I propel even further in endeavours to

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