Describe an event from your past and how it shaped you as a person.
I'm a victim, I thought. The books were closed. The papers were signed. It was official. The next school year, I would enter the fifth grade -- again.
I knew I was gifted and capable of more, but after we moved from urban Oklahoma City to Tulsa before the fourth grade, my intelligence was meaningless. Suburban-school luxuries like computers, advanced math, and special ways to learn English flooded my brain. Homework was an afterthought.
Homework was not an afterthought to my fifth grade teacher, however. With her annoying, dogged persistency, Mrs. Thomas gave me "zero slips" whenever I "forgot" an assignment. She was on a mission to make my life miserable. In the cloakroom after class, she would push the zero slips on me, and censured me with her words and condemning eyes. "If you don't do your homework, you will fail," they always said. Tears welled up in my eyes but anger manifest itself instead. It's not fair. My grades may be bad, I grumbled angrily, but I'm NOT stupid.
Yet stupidly, I refused to ask for help.
Stupidly, I let the entire year pass me by.
The end of school came eventually, and I abandoned dreams of the sixth grade. Luckily, I was transferring to another elementary school, but this offered me little consolation. Only dummies have to repeat a grade.
The final bell rang, and students erupted in a joyful chorus of cheers as summer...