Self-Analysis

Once again this essay lucidly reflects one of my very abilities: I can adapt to requests. I can write creatively. Yet I cannot lie – in this particular regard. I dearly wish I could, as I am not keen on revealing such essential desires of my being. Well, I will now relinquish my phobia (in the hope of choice pedagogues only reading this paper):

Since you might have difficulties gaining insight in my Austrian scholastic “career”, I will summarize the past ten school years exiguously. I usually rank among the top of my class, and always end the respective grades “cum magna laude”. The accolade is a pleasant ramification of my academic dexterity, and, most importantly, a solid foundation in terms of future employment. As much as I would love to deny this bitter truth, I’m afraid we will be evaluated on grounds of our academic performance.

My strengths definitely lie within the area of analysis and logic. I am triturating my brain with the most inane occurrences, and invariably attempt to retrace the grand mechanism behind happenings. One of the most prevalent conflicts with which I find myself confronted is my universality. I consider modesty one of my most significant virtues; yet, I must mention a certain tendency to versatility. I have not encountered a course yet which has left me perplexed. I am very well able to adjust myself and my procedures which may not be your impression in this current setting. I am certainly not the person who can rigidly smile and persuade a customer of the invincibility of this incondite commodity.

Here I can see another trait of mine manifesting itself: I stand very firmly to my core principles which erase numerous professions by their very definition. In any case, my homogeneous abilities on the...

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...on; I am merely attempting to fill the calamitously white space on this sheet of paper. Undoubtedly, I am going to finesse this draft dramatically. In any case, the parenting style my mother chose to practice during my upbringing presumably had several favorable effects on my personality: In spite of my unbelievably apparent diffidence, I can largely master the problems of daily life autonomously. I am not claiming to be able to succeed completely reclusively, especially not on an emotional level. Yet, I cannot recall being such an excruciatingly shy person in Austria. Obviously I have merged into a slightly different social habitat; nevertheless, the minute (minute may be an understatement) cultural differences do not explain the sense of exclusion I subconsciously impose on myself.

If you discover a rudiment to this transitory phenomenon, I’d love to hear it .