Andrew

Before moving here, I was born and had lived in a Tracy, CA for over 12 years. I would usually be outside playing and having bike races with the other kids in the neighborhood, most of which went to the same school I went to. In the middle of 6th grade, I started going out with a girl named Daniela, who had shiny, light brown hair and brown eyes full of life. But my dad, a food scientist that works for Clorox, had to relocate beacause of his job, but that's all I needed to know, although, I never fully understood why my dad was relo ﻿ cated to Georgia. At the last day of school, I had to break-up with Daniela. I had told her I'll be moving to Georgia. She was just as sad as I was. Despite many of the faces and voices remind me of Daniela as well as many of my old friends at my old school, I, eventually, moved on.



Scuffling his stick along the dirt road in the dead of night, Blind Pew, hunching over, tries to learn his surroundings. He wore a gloomy green headband that covered his eyes and a dark brown suit shaded by a black coat around his back. He always said that he lost his eyes being the best of aid to King George and has always been struggling with his blindness ever since he lost his eyes.

Growing up (for the most-part) in the closely-knit community of my neighborhood, Greystone, has made me want to make many friends and acquaintances. After all, most of my friends at school live down the block or nearer. It also helped give me a sense of adventure, because I’d sometimes set out on my own and explore Greystone and Edgewood, a nearby neighborhood. Even the weather and climate has changed who I am. The area has an average annual low of 44 degrees and an average annual high of 93 degrees, it proves to be no wonder why I’d rather burn than freeze. It also explains why the AC is making me miserable.

Now here's my SAT prompt:

Memories can be useful things. Now, think of life as a trail with all of its twists and turns. What's behind you is the past and where you are is the present. When you forget the path you took, you get lost. And when you stay put, you don't go anywhere. The past and your memories will tell you your origins and how you got where you are. Using that knowledge, you can easily decide what's the best way to make that final push that will land you exactly where you want to be. The cracking of the Mayan code was an uphill struggle. The very reason why the symbols' meaning was unknown was because the Spanish thought that the Mayans were worshiping the devil and forced the Mayans to adopt their customs. Only the Mayans that adpoted spanish customs survived. Going back to the trail, the Mayans were forced onto another trail and completely forgot their customs and traditions; they lost their identity. If the spanish hadn't forced the Mayans to forget their customs, it wouldn't have been such a daunting task for us to crack the Mayan code. Memories prevent us from forgetting the path we took, from forgetting what we like to do, from forgetting the mistakes we should never make again, and even from forgetting our very personalities. Like I said, when you forget the path you took, you get lost. What doesn't have any history doesn't exist.