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Why Did I Get Proud Of Me?

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My friends and family say they are proud of me. I’ve won a narrow battle with depression; there is a plaque with my face on it hanging in front of the science department at my alma mater; I pay virtually no tuition to attend the top public school in the USA; my first choice of laboratory position was given to me my first semester at this renowned research school. People pat me on my back for these things, but they’re aiming for the wrong one. I’m standing on the shoulders of giants. Highschool-me didn’t act like he gave a damn about any sort of self improvement. My grades were nothing worth talking about, and I often avoided doing so. Looking back, I feel like I was intellectually stagnated for 4 years. Throughout those four years, I still harbored a love for science. I’d never been physically fit, so the thought of becoming empowered by another means was very enticing to me. Despite my shortcomings and lack of self discipline, I decided to pursue molecular biology. Honestly, the notion seemed pretty farcical to me. Regardless, I had to get letters of recommendation make an attempt to obtain the schooling I would need. Senior-year AP english began a transition of sorts. I never considered myself stupid, but my instructor, Mr. Heinz, had a brain I envied. His mind seemed to be clocked at 100% at all times. The speed and accuracy of his interpretations of literature and the world around him constantly astounded me. On top of this, he had a bombastic personality that

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