Lots of people think one should live life to it’s fullest, and lots of people do just that. I’m not one of those people. Instead, I live a rather dull life. I’m not saying I have a bad life; I have a lot to be thankful for, like a loving family, nice friends, and a good school. What I am saying is that there haven’t been very many exciting events in my life. Like most other people, I’ve experienced ups and downs, but they’ve always stopped short of what others have experienced. Anyway, if you’ve read some of my previous essays, you know that I always have to organize my essays into segments. This essay will be arranged into past, present, and future, in that order. Remember, I’m not saying my life is bad, I’m saying it’s dull, which is not necessarily bad (also, I have A.D.D., so I will probably go off on a lot of tangents in this essay, kind of like what I’m doing right now).
On March 29, 2000 A.D., I was born in Santa Barbara, California. I have lived in Ventura for the duration of my life (after birth), the only reason I was born in Santa Barbara was because my mom worked at a hospital there. My parents did their best to give me a happy childhood, which they did, but not much happened, apart from two trips to the hospital (which were both for the same reason) and moving. My mom would never let me do baby talk, which paid off when I entered kindergarten and was considered the smartest in the class by my teacher. However, that’s also when they discovered my Achilles heel: A.D.D. After three years of desperation, sadistic teachers, vicious bullies and fake doctors, I finally got my act together. However, those three years taught me something very important: the world is not nice. After elementary school, I moved on to middle school. Academically, it was easy, but socially, it was even worse than elementary school. I won’t go into details, but I’m glad it’s over, which brings us to today.
Today, I’m glad to be attending Foothill. The first semester was rough, but now I have adapted. I’ve learned not to stress out too much, which I did at first, despite the fact that high school is probably the most academically challenging experience of my life. I’m glad to be moving on to the next level, however, because it’s almost time to prove myself to the world, and if it were easy, everybody would succeed. On the downside, never in my nine years of going to school have I ever had so much homework. I guess I’d better toughen up if I’m going to make it.
Now, we move into the unknown future. I’ll try to stay on the optimistic side (for once). If my plan for the future succeeds, I will attend CalTech, major in astronomy, computer science, theoretical physics, or something of that nature and then… well I don’t really know what will happen next; I haven’t planned that far ahead. One thing I do know is that if I’m going to pull off that plan, I’m going to need to work full blast in high school. Another thing I know is that Foothill will help me achieve that plan and set me on course for a happy, prosperous life.
Lots of people think one should live life to it’s fullest, and lots of people do just that. I’m not one of those people. Instead, I live a rather dull life. I’m not saying I have a bad life; I have a lot to be thankful for, like a loving family, nice friends, and a good school. What I am saying is that there haven’t been very many exciting events in my life. Like most other people, I’ve experienced ups and downs, but they’ve always stopped short of what others have experienced. Anyway, if you’ve read some of my previous essays, you know that I always have to organize my essays into segments. This essay will be arranged into past, present, and future, in that order. Remember, I’m not saying my life is bad, I’m saying it’s dull, which is not necessarily bad (also, I have A.D.D., so I will probably go off on a lot of tangents in this essay, kind of like what I’m doing right now).
On March 29, 2000 A.D., I was born in Santa Barbara, California. I have lived in Ventura for the duration of my life (after birth), the only reason I was born in Santa Barbara was because my mom worked at a hospital there. My parents did their best to give me a happy childhood, which they did, but not much happened, apart from two trips to the hospital (which were both for the same reason) and moving. My mom would never let me do baby talk, which paid off when I entered kindergarten and was considered the smartest in the class by my teacher. However, that’s also when they discovered my Achilles heel: A.D.D. After three years of desperation, sadistic teachers, vicious bullies and fake doctors, I finally got my act together. However, those three years taught me something very important: the world is not nice. After elementary school, I moved on to middle school. Academically, it was easy, but socially, it was even worse than elementary school. I won’t go into details, but I’m glad it’s over, which brings us to today.
Today, I’m glad to be attending Foothill. The first semester was rough, but now I have adapted. I’ve learned not to stress out too much, which I did at first, despite the fact that high school is probably the most academically challenging experience of my life. I’m glad to be moving on to the next level, however, because it’s almost time to prove myself to the world, and if it were easy, everybody would succeed. On the downside, never in my nine years of going to school have I ever had so much homework. I guess I’d better toughen up if I’m going to make it.
Now, we move into the unknown future. I’ll try to stay on the optimistic side (for once). If my plan for the future succeeds, I will attend CalTech, major in astronomy, computer science, theoretical physics, or something of that nature and then… well I don’t really know what will happen next; I haven’t planned that far ahead. One thing I do know is that if I’m going to pull off that plan, I’m going to need to work full blast in high school. Another thing I know is that Foothill will help me achieve that plan and set me on course for a happy, prosperous life.