LAMEST ESSAY EVERRRRR.
i apologize for this crappy, crappy essay. if you were wondering, the question is "relate an event or situation in you life where your personal sense of honor influenced or guided your actions." anyway, i just need it b/c i want to hand it in tomorrow, but idk if harris is going to BUTCHER it like she did to my last essay. well, maybe i won't even give it to her to check. who the hell reads all these admissions essays anyway!??!! god, ok, i'm ranting. anyway, i see youre drinking 1% milk. is that because you think youre fat? because youre not. you could be drinking whole.
crappit all, i've been up really late every day for a week. shut your mouth i just can't take it again and again and again and again! oh man. how crazy is kelly clarkson.
“Hey!” My friend whispered. “Katie! What’d you get for number six?” I let my eyes dart up to the teacher’s desk. She hadn't heard. My heart began to beat faster. I knew my friend needed help on this test. Her average was less than perfect in Italian. Thoughts raced through my head. Should I tell her? Its only one question. Why didn’t she just study for this test!
“Katie! Do you know it?” She whispered again. Her voice seemed so loud it would wake the dead. I needed to tell her something, if only to stop the teacher from catching her. My parents raised me to be an honest, compassionate person. How could I help my friend while still remaining true to my morals? I knew full well what the answer to number six was. More importantly, I knew the answer to my quandary. “I didn’t get that one... sorry.” I responded.
Even though I feel bad disappointing my friends, I know I would feel much worse if I compromised my morals for a few points on a test. My principles and personal sense of honor can’t be bent or broken by pressure from my friends, and I stand by my outstanding morals in everything I do.
crappit all, i've been up really late every day for a week. shut your mouth i just can't take it again and again and again and again! oh man. how crazy is kelly clarkson.
“Hey!” My friend whispered. “Katie! What’d you get for number six?” I let my eyes dart up to the teacher’s desk. She hadn't heard. My heart began to beat faster. I knew my friend needed help on this test. Her average was less than perfect in Italian. Thoughts raced through my head. Should I tell her? Its only one question. Why didn’t she just study for this test!
“Katie! Do you know it?” She whispered again. Her voice seemed so loud it would wake the dead. I needed to tell her something, if only to stop the teacher from catching her. My parents raised me to be an honest, compassionate person. How could I help my friend while still remaining true to my morals? I knew full well what the answer to number six was. More importantly, I knew the answer to my quandary. “I didn’t get that one... sorry.” I responded.
Even though I feel bad disappointing my friends, I know I would feel much worse if I compromised my morals for a few points on a test. My principles and personal sense of honor can’t be bent or broken by pressure from my friends, and I stand by my outstanding morals in everything I do.