The Story of My Life in 400 Words
Let me start off by saying that writing essays isn’t really my cup of tea. I find it really difficult to begin as there are so many different ways to do it. I can start with, “One day…” but then it would be too common. Finding the right way to start a composition, for me, is the most taxing thing in the world to do.
Then, there’s 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 makes students write their stories. If they would only find out then that would make me the laughing-stock of the whole school.
I won’t waste your time anymore with this senseless talk and start with what I’m 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 made my parents really happy just by being here.
Then there was elementary. It’s where I learned about social interaction. I discovered that if I’m nice to people then I’ll make more friends but if I’m 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! There’s also college. In the university, I learned that we really live in a dog eat dog world. Competition is stiff and you must learn to cope otherwise you won’t survive. Despite of this, I learned to really fall in love for the first time. I won’t 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 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 service representative to name just a
Then, there’s 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 makes students write their stories. If they would only find out then that would make me the laughing-stock of the whole school.
I won’t waste your time anymore with this senseless talk and start with what I’m 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 made my parents really happy just by being here.
Then there was elementary. It’s where I learned about social interaction. I discovered that if I’m nice to people then I’ll make more friends but if I’m 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! There’s also college. In the university, I learned that we really live in a dog eat dog world. Competition is stiff and you must learn to cope otherwise you won’t survive. Despite of this, I learned to really fall in love for the first time. I won’t 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 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 service representative to name just a