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>>1390768
K, got rid of that paragraph

>>1390757
already edited further in the thread mate

/lit/erature must not die! (I may be killing it with these essays... but its up to you, /lit/ to save the world from my dreadful machinations

critique on long essay please

>>1390272
i lol'd

>>1390269
you have no idea how...dirty those essays are. touched by those pizza picking hands of anonymous all over the world
>>1390267
I ride up top, if thats what your asking...

trying to keep this above something that isnt even supposed to be on this board...

>>1390252
thanks for well thought out contructive criticism, troll. The act of faggotry is a little beneath me right now.
>>1390250
understandable, i loved his blaspheming
Anon, have you read Atonement? I felt raped at its conclusion. know any stories like that? Or perhaps surrealism? I read "I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream" was absolutely thrilled.

>>1390235
i dont really know how to "socially interact" other than compose music, trying to better my writing skills. Now, why did i go on a defensive tangent? *sigh* lost myself again

>>1390235
anon, might i ask how old you are?
started reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra at 15, along with Goethe and http://ocw.mit(dot)edu/courses/#physics
am turning 16 February
2290 SAT score

isnt ayn rand prohibited on /lit/?

>>1390228
its already edited further in the thread, were on the next prose.

>>1390226
anon, i must go to shleep nao, please read and dissect big chunk i wrote up there

Change is the realization that yesterday is not good enough for today. Change is knowing that you can do better and not failing to do so. I changed when I decided to grasp my abilities, and bring forth my workload, and manage it. Senior year is going well, and managing my classes now comes naturally to me as I write three pages a day.
Approaching the school swimming year, I feel more confident of myself, and love to feel my heartbeats in my ears as I swim. I feel as if I didn't swim hard enough, I would die of exhaustion and not boredom. The key to winning a race isn't feeling good while you're racing, nor is it feeling very tired; the key is to have fun, kick butt, and swim fast.

My work habits were nonexistent up until I joined morning swimming. I learned that I had to complete all my homework and studying before 9 pm so I could get up in the morning on time. This meant that I barely had a life outside of swimming in the mornings and going to school. The change came when I realized that I didn't have enough time to complete everything I wanted to do. I didn't have a social life, I didn't have 杜etime, and I wasn't happy with myself.
I became obsessed with swimming starting freshman year in high school. Nobody really knew who I was, and I was always very cautious about who I chose as my friends. So my parents decided to enroll me into the school swimming team. Although I became quite a spectacle in the first practice by being the only person who threw up, and throughout the year I forgot my pants countless times in the bleachers, I became part of an intricate society one which got up in the crack of dawn to swim religiously. After getting into the state swim team, I can't say that my training changed much. My morning practices got harder, but the school team practices proceeded in their monotony. After making states for the first time, but losing, my parents and I decided I needed to ramp up how much I needed to swim. There were days that I didn't want to go to swim in the mornings, and some days that the pain was too great. But as every good athlete does, I too overcame those obstacles.

When I moved from Turkey, I was unaware how the educational system scaled to my math skills of America. So freshman year was a waste in Algebra 1, and summer school for geometry was ridiculing to my intelligence. It was during sophomore year that I started to feel challenged and that was when I changed.
Some days I was a zombie. Those days I stayed home doing homework, and trying to improve my skills in sleeping. It was my desire to annihilate my free time which directed me towards computer programming. It came to me naturally, just as walking evolves from crawling. When I saw its description in the course selection pamphlet, it was love at first sight. My learning of the programming world brought me in touch with my very active imagination, which allowed me to create alternative solutions to those provided in our severely limited textbook. What I learned in my studies of this new language, Java, I was able to apply to my studies in physics and math which allowed me to rise above most of my classmates.

I was your typical baby when I was born. I quickly learned how to read, and write, and spoke differently than my age-group. It was the seventh summer I spent on this planet when my parents decided to move to Turkey to teach my brother, my older sister and myself moral values. I quickly was able to understand the customs and linguistics of Turkey, but it wasn't easy. I was a misfit, unable to speak in the perfect dialect of my school mates, but I was good enough of a speaker to convey my misunderstandings. Oftentimes, my classmates would make crude remarks about the mistakes I would make with simplistic vulgarities. I quickly became proficient with the language of my ancestors, and started to point out their grammatical errors in their writings. Staying in the Turkish education system was enlightening to me, but it wasn't very beneficial to my English speaking skills. As I gained increasing adequacy in speaking and writing Turkish, I started having a harder time speaking English.
If I said I had a hard time speaking English, it would be an understatement. My mindset now included two cultures, and I had to pick words out of my vocabulary that matched with the current era, and didn't clash with the mindset of our current culture. I wasn't used to having to monitor what came out my mouth, and often spoke in both languages when I forgot a word of a sentence. Although I had stayed in Turkey for seven years, that did not prevent me from expanding my linguistical horizons by reading higher difficulty books. I progressed through fictional Harry Potter, historical Ken Follet, to philosophical Nietzsche, and many books in between.

As I stepped on the block, I knew exactly what was going to happen. The crowd would be cheering, we would be nervous, and then the silence would come. Everything went as planned. Ending the silence, we heard the announcer call out, 鉄wimmers take your mark.My moment of shining had arrived. As the water cascaded around my body, I was completely aware of my surroundings; the swimmers to my left and right, their heartbeats, the stress that was visible in their faces, the smell of chlorine drizzling into my nose, and the way the light was refracting along the surface, slowly sinking into the black depths of the heavily lit pool. My heart was racing, but I wasn't showing it as I broke the surface with my first stroke. I knew I would win.
I lost. If the state championships taught me anything, it's that there is one winner and fourteen losers. It was then I knew I had to change. It wasn't when I was throwing up in practice from exhaustion, nor when my heels were splitting from hitting them on my flip-turns. No, it was when I broke my personal record in practice that I knew I had to change.

jesusballs, retardedly easy solution...

>>1390202
I didn't just go and shave myself bald either; I went into that jungle with a pair of rusted safety-scissors from when I used to cut paper while I was three, and started cutting off globs of my golden hair.
either-semicolon introduces the next sentence

>>1390199
anon, how do you encourage me to transition?

>>1390193
shave my self bald either

context; most people just go in with a machine and shave it all off, and it ends up same length all over