We all want to be the best. It is human nature to develop a fierce desire to escape the normal bonds we are cast in. Some individuals maybe born with an inept ability to succeed, and others strive and work for their glory. Dad was no different; he was a blue-collar worker applying his trade to provide for his family, with the cost of a few sore muscles, torn and tattered clothing, and blood soaked hands. He was taught hard labor pays the bills; however, he decided his son would work in the pursuits of the mind. He pushed education on me, determined that his son wouldn’t have to face the trails he endured. “Education can get you so far,” he would say to me every upcoming test day at school. So naturally instinct took in, I wanted Dad
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Where could it be, I pondered. I rushed frantically throughout my minuscule room with lavendar covered walls, searching and fumbling while looking for my book. Until I found it lying dormant on my tattered desk looking as intimidating as the day Dad and Mom bought it for me. The book was massive I thought this book had to be one of the biggest books I ever seen in my short existence when my parents gave it to me. Harry Potter and the Sorceress Stone was the title of this intimidating, ominous novel. With a total of over 336 pages, this was the biggest book I ever read up to date. I knew that if I finished this book and tested on it, I would easily win the competition. I ran to my door frantically and slammed it. I then turned and rushed to my bed with the large book in hand. The dust spiraling off the cover into the air because of my sudden, quick movements. “Chapter 1,” I said out loud as I flipped through the page. The hours turned into minutes as I began reading. When I glanced up at my clock, I realized that time was fast forwarding or I accidently jumped into the future. Chapter 4 seems like a decent place to leave off, I thought as I closed the book and laid it beside my pillow. The next couple of …show more content…
I arrived at school with excitement and a boastful attitude. The day to prove myself and show off all my hard work had finally come. After an excitable experience of reading and waiting, I was ready to take my test. I started up the computer and sat by patiently while it did its rebooting process. The test was longer than usual, and it contained twenty questions compared to the normal ten. I screamed, “Twenty questions!” Mrs. Glenn snapped her head at me and scolded me for interrupting the lesson. I faced the computer and felt the heat from the screen upon my face. After the grueling portion of the test was complete, my score was highlighted. 90, this can’t be right, I thought. I turned to my desk determined, however. No way anyone can beat my score, I boasted to myself. Mrs. Glenn announced the winners shortly after my arduous test. “In third place, Montana.” I crossed my fingers and let out a sigh of relief. “Second place, Zac.” My heart was crushed and decimated. All that hard work and for what, I thought. “First place, Brianna.” I was torn. I clapped my hands in appreciation, but my mind was focused on how I couldn’t be the first place winner. All joy was stricken from me, and I couldn’t believe I wasn’t good enough to be first. I came home that day, devastated. I couldn’t face my parents and let them see my failure. I went to my room and shut off the lights and closed my
Where could it be, I pondered. I rushed frantically throughout my minuscule room with lavendar covered walls, searching and fumbling while looking for my book. Until I found it lying dormant on my tattered desk looking as intimidating as the day Dad and Mom bought it for me. The book was massive I thought this book had to be one of the biggest books I ever seen in my short existence when my parents gave it to me. Harry Potter and the Sorceress Stone was the title of this intimidating, ominous novel. With a total of over 336 pages, this was the biggest book I ever read up to date. I knew that if I finished this book and tested on it, I would easily win the competition. I ran to my door frantically and slammed it. I then turned and rushed to my bed with the large book in hand. The dust spiraling off the cover into the air because of my sudden, quick movements. “Chapter 1,” I said out loud as I flipped through the page. The hours turned into minutes as I began reading. When I glanced up at my clock, I realized that time was fast forwarding or I accidently jumped into the future. Chapter 4 seems like a decent place to leave off, I thought as I closed the book and laid it beside my pillow. The next couple of …show more content…
I arrived at school with excitement and a boastful attitude. The day to prove myself and show off all my hard work had finally come. After an excitable experience of reading and waiting, I was ready to take my test. I started up the computer and sat by patiently while it did its rebooting process. The test was longer than usual, and it contained twenty questions compared to the normal ten. I screamed, “Twenty questions!” Mrs. Glenn snapped her head at me and scolded me for interrupting the lesson. I faced the computer and felt the heat from the screen upon my face. After the grueling portion of the test was complete, my score was highlighted. 90, this can’t be right, I thought. I turned to my desk determined, however. No way anyone can beat my score, I boasted to myself. Mrs. Glenn announced the winners shortly after my arduous test. “In third place, Montana.” I crossed my fingers and let out a sigh of relief. “Second place, Zac.” My heart was crushed and decimated. All that hard work and for what, I thought. “First place, Brianna.” I was torn. I clapped my hands in appreciation, but my mind was focused on how I couldn’t be the first place winner. All joy was stricken from me, and I couldn’t believe I wasn’t good enough to be first. I came home that day, devastated. I couldn’t face my parents and let them see my failure. I went to my room and shut off the lights and closed my