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I remember when the days were long, and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Always the outspoken one, growing up was, true to the cliché, hard to do. I went from talking a mile a minute to learning that sometimes things come out better when you take the time to do them right. I realized that if your best friend is always the first to make a move on the guy who just broke your heart, they were not worth it in the first place, and if they were, they will bring you flowers and cry with you for an hour to fix things. I also learned that even though the work is hard and the early morning school days are just about the most difficult part of being a teenager, it is all worth it. As I look back on all I have accomplished, I realize that the things I can actually measure to put on a college transcript will not be as impressive as the class president or the valedictorian. However, if I could go back, I would not change a thing. From lessons learned by hospital visits (which took me over a year to pay off) to going 75 mph in a 45 mph zone in my best friend’s car (which took her a month or two to pay off), all these experiences have caused me to grow. In some cases, they forced me to grow up and take a look at life, and realize that the playground I am playing in now is a lot more dangerous than the swing set ever was. Nevertheless, with the chilling perils come thrilling peaks. What stands out the most of my high school years, though, are the concerts that the same group of us attend. To me, there is nothing more exciting than jumping around with three hundred other people, singing the lyrics to your favorite song. There is something about these shows that brings out the best in everyone. Perhaps it is the music, or maybe the company, for some of the most enjoyable moments were also some of the most mundane. Recently, my Saturday nights have been spent sipping sodas and playing chess at a local hangout with these very people, and I could not ask for anything more. Driving around our boring town, with the windows down, my hair flying all over the place, and the stereo turned up full blast, proves equally as entertaining. Through music, I have grown incredibly as a person and learned a lot about myself. The music I listen to inspired me to take up guitar, which, though I have not progressed due to lack of time to take lessons and practice, is one of my favorite things to do when I have aggression that I cannot get out another way. Because of the emotional lyrics, I have also started a journal of my poetry. I would have never had thought that writing could affect me, but it allows me a form of self-expression that nothing else ever has. With all the stress that being a teenager brings, an outlet is the most necessary of all items. With that, I will end with another line from the above song; I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on.

that is my college essay ... if you bothered to read it, comment and let me know what i should change or whatever. thanks, love you, bye. *

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