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While being near the top of my class throughout high school, my school smarts did not outweigh my social inadequacy. That, of course, is aided by my online schooling. You could say that college has made me insane. Having to deal with such a strenuous amount of people, workload, etc., consequently leading to massive amounts of social anxiety and stress. Even ending up with having a panic attack over misplacing a pencil, vomiting on someone I just met, and, furthermore, attempting to replace sleep with the excessive cramming of knowledge. They say you are your worst critic; you have the highest standards for yourself. However, trying to hold these standards makes my mind bring forth all these problems to the very front. So, let the stumble begin. For the socially awkward, college is such an amazing experience, if you want to look like a deer in the headlights. My online schooling did not prepare me for the inevitable, public speaking. A roller coaster of emotions flooded inside of me as I walked into my first class. It was small,
I am trying to figure out where to go from here
@Elsa213
what tyoe of story is it, and what are your reasons for writing it?
it is a narrative for a younger audience and I am supposed to learn something from it
While being near the top of my class throughout high school, my school smarts did not outweigh my social inadequacy. That, of course, is aided by my online schooling. You could say that college has made me insane. Having to deal with such a strenuous amount of people, workload, etc., consequently leading to massive amounts of social anxiety and stress. Even ending up with having a panic attack over misplacing a pencil, vomiting on someone I just met, and, furthermore, attempting to replace sleep with the excessive cramming of knowledge. They say you are your worst critic; you have the highest standards for yourself. However, trying to hold these standards makes my mind bring forth all these problems to the very front. So, let the stumble begin. For the socially awkward, college is such an amazing experience, if you want to look like a deer in the headlights. My online schooling did not prepare me for the inevitable, public speaking. A roller coaster of emotions flooded inside of me as I walked into my first class. However, it was small, the staff meeting in my head decided to go meet new people. That one person I met, had to throw away their shirt… from me throwing up on them. Surprisingly, they are still talking to me instead of running away in disgust and fear. It was not light vomit either. The up chuck of my spicy, chili powder filled tacos spewed everywhere; however, that was not the worst part. The stench was deadly, enough to damage your nostrils. If that does not get you wobbling down, you are a special breed. The brain can function on an eccentric package of sleep. Those limits continue to be tested nightly, as I can not seem to learn that my studies are not as important as my mental health. “Please get yourself some sleep, take a nap now and then”, as I tell myself. Someone recently told me that sleep is more important than the excessive cramming of knowledge, because if you fail to sleep, you fail to remember what you crammed. Challenge accepted! Going to class exhausted is better than going to class unprepared; although, my first math quiz disagrees. Do I listen though? Of course not! Receiving a fifty is not a pleasant experience, especially when you are used to making A’s on everything. Hatred for myself, followed by a “you could have done better”, involved watery eyes and screams of failure. Studying is apparently a skill I lack. It only took me five hours to get nowhere on learning the concept of set theory, mainly attempting to figure out how to shade Venn diagrams. What in the world is a prime? Do I shade section A, B, and C? What about the universe? Prior to the quiz, I encountered several anxiety attacks, but did I ask for help? No! Instead, my hours are spent perfecting my knowledge, while being a stubborn mule watching videos that barely expands anything. Speaking of cramming, there is this English class I am currently taking, that I do not have to cram excessively for. However; I spend way too much time deciphering material. Not because I do not comprehend it, but due to my high standards. “I am in college now. I will not produce garbage.” It is not that I want a hundred on every assignment, although, an A would be nice. Every class that involves writing, I go beyond expectations, at least I like to say I do. In reality, reading my accomplished dissertation is really like alphabet soup with extra words. Throughout my journey, I have come to realize that striving for perfection allows you to set yourself up for failure. I am trying to fix this
it's horrible
also not complete because I am not sure where to take this
the first paragraph is probably the only good thing about this essay
@Gdeinward
While being near the top of my class throughout high school, my school smarts did not outweigh my social inadequacy. That, of course, is aided by my online schooling. You could say that college has made me insane. Having to deal with such a strenuous amount of people, workload, etc., consequently leading to massive amounts of social anxiety and stress. Even ending up with having a panic attack over misplacing a pencil, vomiting on someone I just met, and, furthermore, attempting to replace sleep with the excessive cramming of knowledge. They say you are your worst critic; you have the highest standards for yourself. However, trying to hold these standards makes my mind bring forth all these problems to the very front. So, let the stumble begin. For the socially awkward, college is such an amazing experience, if you want to look like a deer in the headlights. My online schooling did not prepare me for the inevitable, public speaking. A roller coaster of emotions flooded inside of me as I walked into my first class. However, it was small and quaint, which was pure happiness. Not all classes are like this though.
I think everything is really good. Your grammar is exceptional.
college level though
My rough draft was graded by my peers and it is awful.
I think its college level, I mean you could replace some common words, but I think its good, just needs a bit of revision
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