<p>this is just the rough draft</p>
<p>For the past 3 years, I have been captain of the U.S.S Becca; sailing on the vast seas of Kell high school. My destination: The University of Georgia. Throughout my voyage, I have become fixated on one inspiring quote: The pessimist complains about the wind; The optimist expects it to change; and the realist adjust the sails.
I ventured into high school an optimist, expecting a long and scenic ride. I assumed my journey would consist of a daily blue skies, with calm relaxing breezes’, the warmth of the radiant sun beaming throughout the evening skies and soothing ocean waves. Never did I prognosticate the hardships of high school; with my grades not reflecting my best academic ability, I sailed into an inevitable hurricane. My pessimism slowly blinded me; it assisted me to see the errors of my teachers and school. I became enraged, I cursed to all whom did not share my predicament; a lethal hurricane with massive storm with piercing winds and freezing rains, biting at my mass. The naive child within me could not process nor produce the necessary skills to survive; it was survival of the fittest and I was lost in a sea of education.
In all fairness, I was warned, Kell’s roaming piratewith beady brown eyes and the condescending voice of an angel, so innocently she whispered to me: Do not venture out to the Land of AP, for an IEP cannot sail through rigorous waves. I turned a deaf ear, awaiting the luxurious summer. The blissful summer, the summer before sophomore year, that summer I set a new course, to The Land of AP. My failure was inevitable and foreseen. Yet, I was not discouraged; I had no remorse–No lingering feeling no ill emotion that presently serves as a light to my candle of ambition. Their was no vacancy within me, the naive child had not yet matured; and I was on the horizon of senior year.
The latter of my high school career produced an epiphany; An explosion of under-standing occurred within me. Then quicker than a bolt of lighting, on the finale of junior year, it hit me: realization, the choices, the stupidity, the lack of productivity, an inability to produce a time-machine. I suddenly was no longer blind, the naive girl stood before and I gazed into myself. Everything had come into fruition, the hopes of a divine intervention, wishes for a rustic floating canister, containing a message of superior knowledge to come enlighten me. I had spent 3 years hoping and praying, but never manned the sails.</p>