i hope that when i make a successful career of being a scientist, i might write a book about my life and i think i will include everyone who has helped me from google, facebook, tinybuddha.com and wherever else in life. i think my opening sentence on my college application essay called “How the Blog Changed my Life.” will be ‘There aren’t many places that can feel like home. Finding a place where you can be yourself is the best feeling that anyone can have. Here in the forums of tinybuddha.com, I have found somewhere where I can express my thoughts and work out my insecurities. At tinybuddha.com, I feel at home in a community that gives me words of wisdom. Looking back at all the posts I wrote on the forum of my life story called Too Criticizing of Myself, I realize I have grown from the insecure and confused person I was in middle school to someone with confidence and an idea of their career. ‘
my college doesn’t require an essay, but i’m preparing one when i transfer and need one. I’m going to work on tweaking it and adding more to it. since i still have senior year of highschool and 2 years at a community college to draft this essay, i hope to make it the best possible. anyway i think this essay will fit into the category of “moving beyond personal failures and entering into a new sense of self identity.”

in the meantime, i am working on ap biology. my inner bully was berating me today b/c i only received a 37/40 on my ATP essay. it was telling me how i made my information too detailed and how i didn’t synthesize the sources correctly. it told me how i am bad at taking notes, how i don’t know how to paraphrase things in simpler terms. it told me that if only i had listened to him, i would have gotten a perfect score. the inner bully made me quite irritated today, that i took out my ap biology book and started studying, as i was studying the inner bully was creeping into every corner saying that i should take notes here and not there. i told the inner bully to ‘shut up’ and with the image of an iron fist pushed him out of my mind. then i went back to my notes and kept a watchful eye for the inner bully just in case he would reappear, but he didn’t.