Superman

I am an excellent example of a human. I can go into slow motion and catch a bullet with 2 fingers. I am known as Father Teresa because I once rescued 47 people from a burning ship in the middle of the Pacific. I can hold my breathe for over 12 minutes. I can ski on pool noodles. One time I chopped down a tree with a swiss army knife. My arms are the size of an average man's legs.  When I whistle, an eagle comes and lands on my shoulder. I can recite pi backwards. I have a youtube video which gets 34 hits a second. Psychiatrists come to me for help frequently. I can turn almost any object into platinum. I can recharge batteries by pushing my fingers against each end. I can do a standing front flip, back flip and both in 1 jump. I can read a book with my eyes closed.


If I am accepted into your college, I will apply all my skills and attributes to it.

Grade 12 is a Car

A day in the life of a teenage student in grade 12 is the same as driving a car. The first thing you need to do is start the car and pull out of the driveway. This is the same as waking up in the morning and going on your way to school. As your driving along, you reach a traffic light. If it is red, that means you're in class. If it's yellow, you're cautiously making your way through the crowded halls. If the light is green, this means either it's lunch time, or you have the green light to shoot the three in your basketball game. So you finally go through the traffic light, and you notice a police officer pulling someone over. This is like when a teacher pulls a student out of class, and is about to give them strict punishment. You pass by the police car and yield to incoming traffic. The yield sign is when a teacher is going off on the entire class, and you know you need to sit there and let them yell. Next you notice that the speed limit has dropped and you slow down the car. This would be when you go from having an ultra slack do-no-work teacher to having a super strict no-fun-allowed teacher. You've almost reached your destination and you see that someone's car has broken down and they're busy calling a tow truck. This is like when you fail a course, and are trying to explain to your parents why you bombed the class. You finally arrive, and you are about to walk across the stage. It's like when you arrive at your final destination on a roadtrip, you turn off your engine and get out of the car. Looking back one last time at the journey you just had, knowing that you will never have another one quite like it.