The Story of My Life in 400 Words

Let me start off by saying that theme essays isnt really my cup of tea. I find it really vexed to begin as there are so m all diametrical focuss to do it. I can start with, One daytime but accordingly it would be too common. Finding the right way to start a composition, for me, is the most taxing thing in the valet de chambre to do. Then, theres also the problem of choosing which items to include and disregard. If the limit of lecture is four hundred accordingly I must choose the words carefully. Otherwise, I might go over without getting my message across. Do you understand my dilemma?You might find this weird coming from somebody who makes students redeem their stories. If they would only find out then that would make me the laughing-stock of the al sensation school. I wint waste your time anymore with this wasted talk and start with what Im supposed to write about. Everything started one Monday morning in November of 1975. This was when I made my entry to this world. I trust I made my parents really happy just by beingness here. Then there was elementary. Its where I versed about favor equal to(p) interaction. I discovered that if Im nice to pack then Ill make more friends but if Im not, then life will be lonely and miserable.From high school I learned that spending some time in making myself count presentable is important if I want to attract the attention of people from the opposite sex. Oh, yes Theres also college. In the university, I learned that we really live in a cut through eat dog world. Competition is stiff and you must learn to cope otherwise you wont survive. Despite of this, I learned to really fall in love for the first time. I wont really go into too much details as I would have to write another 400-word composition for this topic alone. After college, I tried my founder on a lot of different things.Off the top of my head, I remember working as a project assistant, administrative assistant, higher-ranking clerk and custo mer service representative to name just a few. It wasnt until I tried my hand on teaching that I found my calling. Teaching is not for the weak of heart. You must be able to endure several heartaches and some disappointments before you can reap its rewards. plainly mind you, the rewards are tremendous. Being able to make a contravention in the lives of your students is what it really is about. I cant think of any other way to live my life.