The Story of My Life in 400 Words

Let me graduation off by saying that writing essays isnt real my cup of tea. I divulge it rightfully difficult to begin as thither are so many different ways to do it. I can start with, One day exclusively then it would be alike common. purpose the right way to start a composition, for me, is the most taxing thing in the world to do. Then, theres also the problem of choosing which items to include and disregard. If the limit of words is four hundred then 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 someone who founds students write their stories. If they would only find out then that would make me the laughing-stock of the whole school. I wont waste your time any longer with this senseless 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 believe I mad e my parents really happy fairish by being here. Then there was elementary. Its where I learned about social interaction. I discovered that if Im nice to people 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 look 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 dog eat dog world. Competition is smashed and you must learn to cope oppositewise 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. later college, I tried my hand on a lot of different things.Off the top of my head, I remember working as a project assistant, administrative assistant, senior clerk and customer proceeds representative to name just a few. It wasnt until I tried my hand on pedagogics that I found my calling. Teaching is not for the weak of heart. You must be able to endure some(prenominal) heartaches and some disappointments before you can reap its rewards. But mind you, the rewards are tremendous. Being able to make a difference in the lives of your students is what it really is about. I cant think of any other way to live my life.