<p>Here is just a simple and short essay I “cooked up” (you won’t get that unless you read it). Anyways, I might use it on applications if anybody else thinks it’s good. I already have a better one, so if anybody wants to see it, just PM me. Leave comments on this one too, I wanna see if you guys like it!</p>
<pre><code>Youre one smart cookie, you know that? This was the statement I got from my tenth grade Biology teacher while she was passing out a certain test on an average day of school. At the time I didnt think anything about that small proclamation and went about enjoying that coveted mark that I worked so rigorously for. I flipped through it, page by page, looking at all of the pristine pages completely uninhabited by that daunting red ball-point pen. This particular test was on genetics and how certain traits were passed down from generation to generation; sure it was general material, but it was still a mind-boggling concept to imagineto think that ones intelligence, strengths, and talents may all be pre-determined by the inner-workings of ones generation past.
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<p>This little theory dwindled in my mind every once in a while during daydream sessions, and during one sleepless night while contemplating about my possible genetic makeup, I remembered my teachers little hollow words of wisdom. Smart as a cookie, huh? I said to myself out loudquite embarrassingly may I add. If I were to be a cookie, what kind of cookie would I want to be? Would I want to be a boring and stale sugar cookie that slowly sinks to the bottom of the cookie jar or would I rather be one of those cookies filled with chocolate chips in every nook and cranny?</p>
<p>As I lay there weak and weary, I cant help but think that I wouldnt want to be either of them. I dont want to be a slacking sugar cookie that goes through life in a lackadaisical state, nor do I want to be a generic chocolate chip cookie that goes through its pre-oven days collecting as many scrumptious chips as it possibly could for the sole purpose of impressing all the prestigious consumers.</p>
<pre><code>No, I want to be the rare and majestic chocolate and marshmallow cookie thats only complete with a fine layer of hot fudge on top of it. I want to be the cookie that stands out in the oven; I want to not even be able to fit in the cookie jar; I want the consumers to be pleasantly surprised when they bite into my modest exterior and find my spongy center. While accomplishing this, I would also want to enjoy my short life and appreciate the love and compassion I had from my two creators, even if the material they used to make me might be called sub-par compared to the competitors. In a final thought, I recalled back to my past muse over genetics; why worry about what I could have been born with if I can simply live my life to the fullest. One in which anything is possible for me. With this final thought, I slowly dozed off into the dark abyss of my dreams.
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