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The Event That Changed My Life Essay

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Describe an event from your past and how it shaped you as a person.   I'm a victim, I thought. The books were closed. The papers were signed. It was official. The next school year, I would enter the fifth grade -- again.   I knew I was gifted and capable of more, but after we moved from urban Oklahoma City to Tulsa before the fourth grade, my intelligence was meaningless. Suburban-school luxuries like computers, advanced math, and special ways to learn English flooded my brain. Homework was an afterthought.   Homework was not an afterthought to my fifth grade teacher, however. With her annoying, dogged persistency, Mrs. Thomas gave me "zero slips" whenever I "forgot" an assignment. She was on a …show more content…

Tears welled up in my eyes but anger manifest itself instead. It's not fair. My grades may be bad, I grumbled angrily, but I'm NOT stupid.   Yet stupidly, I refused to ask for help.   Stupidly, I let the entire year pass me by.   The end of school came eventually, and I abandoned dreams of the sixth grade. Luckily, I was transferring to another elementary school, but this offered me little consolation. Only dummies have to repeat a grade.   The final bell rang, and students erupted in a joyful chorus of cheers as summer break began. I sang a melancholy dirge of self-pity. My bitterness increased as I waited for my mother to pick me up. She came at last and I jumped up, anxious to leave forever. Again, Mrs. Thomas thwarted my plans; she came outside to talk to my mother, undoubtedly about my ignominious fate. As they murmured, I viewed the co-conspirators with hostile eyes. I'm a victim, the final sigh of my fifth grade year whispered wearily.   Before I could escape, she had to heighten my torture with a few words of wisdom and the obligatory good-bye. I ignored her words as she stood before me. Her words had not averted this horrible moment. I prayed that she was done, but soon she had her arms around me. Not strangling my incorrigible neck, but hugging my ten-year old shoulders.   I remember few details of this hug. First,

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