Katherine

World War II was a horrific event. Buildings were bombed, people fled, but some were not quick enough. In the m iddle of all the chaios, innocent people were slaughtered. Imagine that being repeated, but keep in mind that we have many more advanced technologies today. Learning about events such as World War II will help us to prevent them.
 * SAT Prompt **
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Our history is studied by students so the pst is not repeated. We cannot progress without studying the past. Mistakes cannot be repeated.

Everyone makes mistakes, however, if we forget them, those same mistakes could be repeated, and that would be a waste of time. Recently, I started my first year of real work. I had many forms that needed to be filled out, but after filling them out, I took my time getting them in. It was no big deal until the company I worked for was audited by the state. I was now unable to work unless I turned the forms in.

Now, going into my second year of work, I know not to procrastinate because I have learned from my mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes, but we must not forget them, we have to learn from them.

// Hearing others’ essays, I slightly changed my opinion on the topic. If I could rewrite my essay, I would include something about bad pasts, moving on, but not completely forgetting. // 7.14.11 “What you give is what you get.” Recently, I heard this from one of my favorite Disney movies, //The Princess and the Frog //. The moral means the amount of effort put into a product affects the quality of the finished product. In the movie, Tiana, a very hard working woman, has just made enough money to open the restaurant she has always dreamed of, when she has a run in with a spoiled prince. The prince, Navine, has just been cut off by his parents and decided to move to New Orleans hoping to get the money he needs. Tiana and Navine are very different, but Tiana helps Navine to understand you cannot get everything. This is where the quote, “What you give is what you get” comes into play.
 * Work in Progress **

This advice encourages me to give my all in everything I do, whether I’m swimming, testing, or doing a project. When I am assigned a project, I like to make it the best I have ever done because I want to be proud of it when I present it. It’s the same with swimming. I know that if I perform to the best of my ability in swim practice, it will show when I am swimming in a real race.

For instance, my good friend, and I were assigned a science project. We were assigned the Nobel Gasses Family on the Periodic Table. Our job was to analyze each element in the family. My friend was going to do half, and I was going to do half. It was an even split. Every few days we would ask each other how far we had gotten. We were making progress, spending long hours researching and typing facts about our elements. A few days before our project was due, we had confirmed with each other that the entire project was complete.

The night before the project was due came, and my friend called me, it was apparent she was in tears. She began saying, “Katie! What am I supposed to do? The project is due tomorrow, and I haven’t done any of it!” The fact that she had deceived me was hard to take in, but what I was most concerned about was getting half of our project completed before science class tomorrow.

We spent hours on the phone with each other working on the project. The next morning, in Science Class, we got up to present. It was very apparent that the project was unfinished. Our power point had spelling, and grammatical errors. We didn’t have the amount of facts required for the project.

Being the good friend that she is, she told the teacher how she didn’t contribute to the project as much as I had. The teacher then gave her the lower grade, a seventy percent, and me the higher, an eighty percent. This comes to show that it is important to work hard and pull your weight. Another time was when I was swimming. I had just got out of Volleyball Camp, and was headed to a swim meet. As fun as volleyball was, I was exhausted; my legs ached from all the squatting, and my arms felt like heavy wet ropes. After our warm up, I came to realize how hard this meet was really going to be.

I waited, and waited, occasionally looking up at the event sign to see if it was time for me to swim. I had butterflies up until it came time for me to swim. I put my goggles on, and then my swim cap over them. The first whistle blew, it was the long one telling swimmers to get on the block. Then came the second whistle, a double blow, telling the swimmer to take her mark. The third and final whistle was coming. I had butterflies in my stomach. Clinging on to the diving block, arms getting ready to lunge my body forward, I heard the final whistle. It is the loudest of all.

The race began, and I was already slowing down. About halfway through my race, I gave up. I was no longer sprinting, and next to me, I could see the other swimmers shooting past me. When I gave up, I immediately made it impossible for me to win first or second place. I was filled with regret. I kept telling myself, “If I had forgot about how tired I was I would have done so much better.” If I had given it my all, I would have had no regret. I find that if I work really hard to perfect something, I end up not having any regret. 7.12.11 Staggering along, the hunched blind man proceeded down the dark, gloomy, and obscure road. He struck his cane against the cobblestones creating a racket in the silent night. A small rag concealed his eyes, lost in a battle. **Yellow Light, Green Light** 7.11.11 When I was five years old I attended the Walker School. It was my first year of school, and I hated leaving my parents’ side. I would cry, and cry until my teachers took me into their classroom. I remember the room as a barnyard. A mat with rows of vegetables sat on the floor. We were each assigned a plant. Mine just happened to be a purple eggplant.
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There was one day when my class was going to Art. A few of my friends and I left the classroom to go to the restroom. Even though we said we were going to the restroom, we didn’t. We walked down the hallway to the music room. I don’t know why we did it, but we decided to stand on each other in order to peek into the music room. Just as we were getting down, a teacher, tall and thin, happened to walk by us! She took us all back to the art room where we sat in ‘Time Out’ for the rest of the class. That afternoon, my parents picked me up. Hopping in the car, I saw my art teacher sneak a note to my mom. I didn’t think anything of it, it was no big deal. Finally I was home. After I hung up my book bag, I ran outside to play with my friends. Later that evening, after my bath, my dad sat down with me to read a book, but instead of a book, he brought that note! At this point, I thought of all the bad things the note could say. As I remembered the Art incident, my dad began reading the note.

I was now in tears because I was in trouble at school, and now with my parents. I was no longer on the green light, I was moved to yellow! My parents and I discussed everything, and then it was all over. The next day I sat out at Recess, and the note was forgotten until recently when I was looking through my artwork. At the very bottom of the old box stained and torn, I found the note. The note is now stuffed into one of my year books, so I never forget!