English Essay About Myself

I began stimulating myself more intellectually by joining more clubs, pursuing my interests with vigor, and consuming large amounts of classic literature. More importantly, I began a duel with my most formidable opponent: my own doubts. After all, if I did not let myself do demanding, seemingly daunting tasks was I doing myself a disservice? Was I spitting into my own face by not taking the most out of life and being an observer…

relationship with God was growing day and night. After a long period of time, on God’s grace in 2014 my family was accepted to come to U.S. when I reach in the U.S., expressing myself in English was a great challenge in my high school and in the society. But on thing that i like myself about was that I did not give up and I gave myself courage even when I did not understand what my teachers were telling me. The Most thing that I value a lot since my childhood was singing and worship God and my…

When I was taking English 890 I felt uneasy, confused and not wanted. Have you ever felt like you are not good enough for anything? I felt like I was comparing myself with others. Although college was my first time and my first semester so I don’t know how the system worked. I have always thought if you are in college everyone starts the same place. Of course I was wrong! It was overwhelming for me because college was definitely different then High school. Later on when I was walking the…

mentor: Mrs. Mindi Phelps. Having first met her as my 8th grade English teacher, I did not know how much this woman would mean to me now, as a senior in high school. She believed in me and pushed me out of my comfort zone, was there for all my successes, as well as my failures, and still is to this day even though she moved to Florida at the end of my junior year. I first met Mrs. Phelps at the beginning of my 8th grade year as my English teacher. She was the National Honor Society (NHS) advisor…

The soul needs alimentation, commensurable to the mind and the body. I was sitting in my older brother’s long-standing room, starkly vacant preserve for a leather couch beneath an open window, dirty white walls, and a broken closet door. The smell of the old leather, baking in the arid Californian summer, fresh cut grass outside, and the musk of a secondhand room; I sat there in those halcyon days. I was fresh out of high school, contemplating my future, my life, and what I wanted. I wanted to…

where I belonged. Conflicts occurred within my mind, and shame and embarrassment filled my thoughts, every time I stumbled on my English or Bisaya, the Filipino dialect spoken at home. Attempting to take a step towards rediscovering my culture, I joined the Filipino-American club, The encouragement extended to me by the members helped me accept the side of myself I have long neglected. My first performance with the club was the traditional sakuting dance. The short bamboo sticks felt…

Music to the Ears If you mess up just once in your life, it could affect your future. In the ninth grade, I came close to ending my music career by simply dropping out from the choir program in anger of not getting into my choir of choice. But if I went through with this choice, I would have felt empty. With the help of my brother who was a senior and has been in the program all four years, I was not only put in my choir of choice later that week from exemplifying stellar job work, but also…

grandparents met up with some friends that would escort us to our house. They spoke Spanish, which I wasn’t all too familiar with other than the basics. Just watching them as my grandparents were laughing and having a good time I was thinking to myself, what are they saying? A short…

Mr. McGee's Senior English was one of the hardest classes that I have ever taken in my high school years. There was a lot of coursework, but along with that he explained it all. Even though the class was hard, it was also very enjoyable. I liked all of our crazy conversations that we had and always "bringing love into it" as Mr. McGee would say. I know there are many things in this class that I possibly could have done better on, and I know there are some things that I have done well. Through…

Ever since the day I was born I have had someone I have always had to compare myself too. I have always thought to myself, “Is she prettier?” “She’s always been smarter.” “I know everyone likes her so much more.” Although, there is always competition between my look alike and I; I would not trade it for anything. Why? Because that look alike is my twin sister and my absolute best friend. My sister’s name is Kaitlyn. We are blonde hair, blue eyed, same height and weight twin girls. We are also…