College Admissions Essay-The Influence Of Scars
Scars are left in our bodies and our minds as a reminder of harder times. As we grow older we are marked by our experiences. Some scars are forgotten about and others will always be there as a reminder. Just like any person I have scars that were left on me from my mind to my body. Like all we have scars that will never heal and others that are left as a joke. But I am here today to talk about a scar I have in an odd place, it is on my left butt cheek. This scar happened my freshmen year of high school, I was fourteen years old, and just like any fourteen-year-old I thought of myself as a slick and smart person that was able to get away with anything. I had started talking to this boy and I really liked him so I wanted to impress him, so one night he asked me to hang out with him and of course I agreed! That night I didn’t care if my parent found out or about getting trouble, I was
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I felt my heart racing all I could do was go back home. I was so scared, I checked my window to see if I could sneak back in but it was locked all I could do was knock and wait for a response. My father opened, and the yelling begin, but as soon as seeing my mother she noticed something I failed to notice a love bites. I was doomed, I gave myself away. The yelling continued, all I could do was run to my room but my parents followed with the quickest thing they could find they started hitting me, all I could do was cry. That night I planned my run away, then realized it was a horrible idea since I had no money, but I also realized my mistake I acted like a child I was immature and heading the wrong path. The next day my father couldn’t bear to look at me but that day I had such a powerful talk with my mom allowing me to realize she should be my best friend, I should go to her for advice and that I needed to think of my actions. Who would think that one scar on a butt would mean so
I felt my heart racing all I could do was go back home. I was so scared, I checked my window to see if I could sneak back in but it was locked all I could do was knock and wait for a response. My father opened, and the yelling begin, but as soon as seeing my mother she noticed something I failed to notice a love bites. I was doomed, I gave myself away. The yelling continued, all I could do was run to my room but my parents followed with the quickest thing they could find they started hitting me, all I could do was cry. That night I planned my run away, then realized it was a horrible idea since I had no money, but I also realized my mistake I acted like a child I was immature and heading the wrong path. The next day my father couldn’t bear to look at me but that day I had such a powerful talk with my mom allowing me to realize she should be my best friend, I should go to her for advice and that I needed to think of my actions. Who would think that one scar on a butt would mean so