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In September, Time magazine first appears in my mailbox. Though
I had never expressed a keen interest in current events, I had a longing
desire to keep abreast with the world around me, for I believed I would
find myself more easily if I looked beyond suburban Philadelphia. As I
read the magazine, I realized I had moved closer to the "real world" even
though I continued to lope about East High School. This consciousness
gave me inspiration to continue to build myself as a person, and I pined
each week to recline and take in the world.
While Time brought me closer to the world, I recognized I still
lay at a great distance from my first "real-world" experience. As the
work from my demanding schedule piled up, I found myself entrenched within
a rather unattractive adolescent rut. Each morning when I awoke, I remembered
the relative unimportance of my day-to-day struggles as they pertained
to my life as a whole. To accompany these rather pessimistic thoughts,
I determined that I would rather find myself as a forty-year-old father
slaving to feed his family. To this point, I had solely prepared
I had yet to add anything of great substance to the world. Thankfully,
everyday excitement maintained my youthful exuberance well enough that
I did not become forever engulfed by morbid imaginations.
As I had in previous school years, I strove for perfection through constant
evaluation of my own status. Soon, in a daydream, I glanced upon a crystallization
of my future existence and how ambition would lead me to my ultimate end.
When a close confidante mentioned that I might become anything, even President
of the United States of America, I dreamed of where I might head and what
steps I ought to take. Although I could not pinpoint its cause, I perceived
that I would succeed in pursuing any path that I might take in life. My
head swirled, analyzing my possibilities of future greatness...
Early in my junior year, I gathered that the college selection process
had begun and that I did not really want to devote time to what appeared
as such a far-off destination. With the help of the East guidance department
and my parents, my blood pressure skyrocketed many times as I worried
that I might never search out the "right college." When I found several
individuals who had their futures painted brilliantly already, I panicked,
for I knew my ambition would direct me somewhere I had not yet determined.
After several months of needless panicking, I realized that I might best
find where I ought to head by analyzing where I had been. Still, I saved
myself from undue pressure by asserting that finding the future might
not come within high school. My patience paid off as my blood pressure
and stress levels receded.
Eleventh grade brought companionship as I had never before imagined.
Within East High School, I cherished the diversity and richness of my
peers and sought to discover the variety of perspectives around me. I
quickly realized that friends come in many packages and that I had failed
to recognize that young ladies listened better than brutish young men
wanting to exhibit their machismo. As I trotted into school each day,
I anticipated the positive social interaction that had disappeared for
some time. My soul smiled happily as I received a steady flow of emotional
Comments: Despite the author's arrogance, the reader
can quickly see that he is seeking to know himself and to explain what
was happening internally during this period of change. The student might
have removed one paragraph in order to make the page seem a bit more believable.