rutgers essay draft 1

idk if this will count as a makeup journal, but i thought id officially type up my first draft. i hate the title, but i couldnt think of anything. lol.

A Forced Climb

To put me down on paper is my equivalent to climbing Mount Everest. It’s hard, uncomfortable, but has the promise of an amazing view from the top. As I sit here and think of all the anecdotes I can tell you to show you who I am, and what I can contribute, all that comes to mind is one simple fact: I’m a talker.
My friends and family all can tell you that while they find it awkward to talk to strangers, I don’t mind having a discussion on which type of shampoo they should buy. They can tell you how even in the most tense moments, I can think of something to break the silence. But many people don’t know that it takes years of putting one’s foot in one’s mouth to learn when to talk and when to shut it. I’ve tasted my feet many a time, and I can tell you, you learn more with that horrid taste than anything else. Because of said taste, I am not only a listener, but I also learned patience and tolerance. When I’m with the conservative Republican side of the family, I’ve learned not to teach them new ways to prevent global warming, When my friend gets her teenage heart broken, I’ve learned not to say “I told you he was trash”.
I no longer blurt out my beliefs in a way that makes everything else inferior. I listen to the other side and gain perspective. These seem like minute lessons that should be standard in every young adult, but how many times have you met one that truly understood these principles? My friends call me an old soul in some ways. I am able to coach them through the relentless high school circus. When it seems like it’s unbearable to them, I tell them to take a breath and really think if a fist full of hair is really going to change some one's understanding of the world. I am constantly learning from this personal growth. It seeps into my daily life and surroundings.
I have to say, if I were to write this essay in the beginning of my high school career, I would ramble about how I hate this process and how this is so stupid, but really, what else would force me to sit down and climb Mount Everest?