Graduation Speech : My Writing

I came into school the next day hoping that my teacher would be pleased with what I had produced. My classmates and I “peer-reviewed” each others essays and I received some helpful feedback. Then Mr. Gustafson informed us that the final draft of our essays would be due the next day. We were told to look over what our classmates had written and put the finishing touches on our

I got to my apartment and had a huge headache. I shouldn’t have drank that much well off to sleep for me. I did my homework at the library earlier so I don’t need to do that. This is the one week I do it anyway. I yawn once more and climb into my dark bed sheets.I snuggle underneath and drift off to sleep. If only I knew someone was watching me the whole day. I woke up the next day, showered, and brushed my hair for the weekend. I love weekends, no school and no worries. I closed the curtains of my bay window so the whole room would be dark and went down stairs to the burning smell of pancakes. Uck… I hate pancakes.

The writing of my college essay was quite a process. Normally for me writing comes rather easy, I do not struggle putting my ideas on paper. At first I thought that this essay would be simple to do and not be very stressful. It turned out to be quite the opposite in fact, just brainstorming was a struggle for me. It was difficult for me to think about my life and how it is special. To me, the events that have shaped me do not seem that relevant, at 18 I had never really payed much attention to how certain things affected me, I just lived my life. eventually , with the help of Mary, I came to the realization that having my summer taken away from me due to a broken foot had really changed my life philosophy, it truly changed who I was and my outlook on life.

The essay is your dad getting laid off from his ritzy Inner Harbor job and having to sell used cars for a living when you are 10 years old. Every few weekends, you would beg your dad if you could go with him to one of the exotic locales where he sells his cars. This weekend, it was Princeton, New Jersey. The buildings there look like scary European castles, but you agree to smile and pose and help your father stumble over his touch screen to send them, captioned “She got in!!” to a number labeled “Wifey”, who will probably have to read the text when she is driving home from the nursing home after a 16 hour

My hands were trembling. I just could not do it. My heart was palpitating as my blood ran throughout all of my veins. Thoughts were racing in and out of mind. I imagined the worst case scenario. I just could not press the confirm button. My essay was not good enough. Maybe I can tweak it some more to make it better. I need a good grade, and this will not get me there. Self doubt filled my body as I sat at the computer desk anxiously trying to upload my short story to turnitin.com. Many people thought that the short story assignment would be fun and innovative. However, many students found it to be more of a struggle than a walk in the park.

It is the weekend before that English Essay is due. You wake up at 8 a.m., have a simple breakfast, then start to write the essay. You take a few, short breaks in between, and then you head straight back to work. After all of the planning, thinking, writing, rethinking, rewriting, revising, proofreading, grammar checking blah blah blah, BOOM! Your bedtime alarm rings! You don’t believe your ears but look at the clock--- you have worked over 10 hours and is still unfinished! Now at this point I hear a few of you guys sobbing because, seriously, I agree, this is such a tragedy! Back to the story. So you wouldn’t believe how dedicated you are… Seriously, 10 hours, that’s a little… insane, for one essay. Nevertheless, there is a voice inside of

Spring break, a time to unwind, a marking of the end of the third quarter. So, in this essay I’m going to tell the reader all about mine. I’m kidding, I can’t say half the stuff I did. Why the reader wants to know what I did over spring break in a shitty essay is beyond me. So, I got a new bed, watched a lot of horror movies, and I spent the night down at the police department. There, that should be enough to fill a page.

I had just found out that I have an essay due the next day because a teacher forgot to tell the class about the assignment that would count twenty percent of our final grade for the nine weeks.

    The first day we came into your classroom you made us write a essay and I was like "omg kill me now", I thought I was going to do horrible. I was thinking "man I haven't did this in 2 months or probably longer. How am I suppose to do a essay?". We have been practicing on how to improve our writing over the past few weeks and I have some strength and weaknesses from my essay writings: textual evidence, explanations,and conclusion.

To be completely honest i wanted to yell at her right then and there. But i didn’t I held it and nodded and said, “ Thank you, you will not be disappointed”. I then resorted with staying up the the whole night to finish the essay. And I did it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if my teacher wouldn’t have gave me the opportunity to make up the

It was my freshman year in high-school, and it was the last term and semester of the school year. My English teacher at the time, Mrs. Lemaster, gave my class the last English project. She revealed to the class that we had a Romeo and Juliet project to attend to for the last weeks of school. Mrs. Lemaster handed out the assignment with options on the paper on what we could do. I ended up selecting the board assignment. My task with the board assignment was to decorate it and sway people to attend my Romeo and Juliet make-believe play. The reason why I chose this topic to talk about is because It was the end of the school, and I was at my wit’s end with the class. I didn’t have the grade that I wanted, so I told myself, “hey, you are going to

“This could be the best sleepover ever”. The door unlocked and I pushed it open. It was a pretty plain room with a set of beds, a sink, a dresser and a little desk. It wasn’t terrible, but we were only staying for a few days. After things settled down, we found ourselves sitting around. Dylan and I decided to watch TV.I remembered it was Monday which meant my favorite TV show was on. I finally found the channel. I was feeling pretty good about this trip, and happy I came. We decided to hit the hay, knowing tomorrow was a big

Now it’s time to write your essay. Use your plan to put it together. If you’ve done all the previous steps, it should be easy.

I forgot the extra credit essay, this is a great way to start my day, So I did it on the bus of course, and so I can turn it in on time. I couldn't think of anything so I put down “balloons. There might be balloons.” and because I was on the bus my handwriting was terrible. Akimi and I went into the classroom as normal and sat down. Our teacher, Mrs. Cameron, started talking and was collecting our essays. She came to me and look at mine, she was not impressed at all. She read it aloud which was just great, and she also reminded me about my brother and how he was able to write essays. She collected the essays then said the worst thing she could have possible said “ Mr. Luigi Lemoncello himself will be the final judge.” “ Of what? “ Your library

I came home at 2:45 to an hour’s worth of homework: finish an essay for written expressions,