This is some version of my college essay. I think that it may sound a bit cliche and dramatic but that's what these essays are about. You have to follow a certain, unwritten rubric but also sound original. I mean if I have to do that to get into college I'll do it. Here you go. Enjoy this important story of mine that I wrote in college essay tone.
A word could not define me before she introduced me to this place. Each day passed without me knowing where I fit in. It was sophomore year and I did everything a normal highschooler would. I desperately tried to gain acceptance from my peers, please my parents with exceptional grades, and look like every other girl in the school. Everyone, including myself, attempted to figure themselves out in hopes of succeeding and obtaining even the tiniest tell into what their future might look like. Except I tried to be like everyone else because that is what I thought was the right thing to do. Actually it was the only thing I knew how to do.
Confusion and conformity describes myself from middle school up to sophomore year. Except my junior year things changed. September came and I met this person who changed my life in many ways that I never expected. We knew of each other but only because of mutual friends. Coincidentally we had all but two classes together that year. So in English class, when we got seated next to each other I learned a lot about her. She was different. She acquired that passion and singularity that I and seemingly everyone else I knew lacked. At first I thought that that she had been another friend I made out of convenience, but I realized that was not why I met her. I met her for a completely different reason and it all started with a yellow card she gave me. It had the address, time, and place printed on it. She even wrote her number, offering me a ride if I needed one.
She invited me to a church. I probably passed by it a million times and had no idea that it even existed. Little did I know that that building and the people inside of it would become a huge part of my life. After going for a while, something changed about me. I no longer conformed to the other high schoolers because I did not have to anymore. I found my passion in Christianity. Some people find their fire in sports,education, or music, but mine was found in a relationship with God. Despite my conformity, I still knew what I liked and did not like in life. Except when I went to church I finally got to understand what I loved. So I molded myself into my passion. I went to church religiously, I never missed my youth group service, and I took the time to know the people that shared the same love as me. I got to know the right place and the right people I could be myself around. I found my identifier, and was no longer a product of the place I called high school but the product of my own passion. All thanks to a girl who handed me a yellow card in English class.
Confusion and conformity describes myself from middle school up to sophomore year. Except my junior year things changed. September came and I met this person who changed my life in many ways that I never expected. We knew of each other but only because of mutual friends. Coincidentally we had all but two classes together that year. So in English class, when we got seated next to each other I learned a lot about her. She was different. She acquired that passion and singularity that I and seemingly everyone else I knew lacked. At first I thought that that she had been another friend I made out of convenience, but I realized that was not why I met her. I met her for a completely different reason and it all started with a yellow card she gave me. It had the address, time, and place printed on it. She even wrote her number, offering me a ride if I needed one.
She invited me to a church. I probably passed by it a million times and had no idea that it even existed. Little did I know that that building and the people inside of it would become a huge part of my life. After going for a while, something changed about me. I no longer conformed to the other high schoolers because I did not have to anymore. I found my passion in Christianity. Some people find their fire in sports,education, or music, but mine was found in a relationship with God. Despite my conformity, I still knew what I liked and did not like in life. Except when I went to church I finally got to understand what I loved. So I molded myself into my passion. I went to church religiously, I never missed my youth group service, and I took the time to know the people that shared the same love as me. I got to know the right place and the right people I could be myself around. I found my identifier, and was no longer a product of the place I called high school but the product of my own passion. All thanks to a girl who handed me a yellow card in English class.
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