Why I Wish I Had Worked on My Writing in High School
It’s 10pm on a Thursday. Your kid’s door is closed, but light seeps underneath. You knock and open it. He’s staring at a blank Google doc.
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It’s 10pm on a Thursday. Your kid’s door is closed, but light seeps underneath. You knock and open it. He’s staring at a blank Google doc.
Coming from Harvard-Westlake, a competitive private school in Los Angeles, I was well aware of the pressure of getting good grades, a high SAT score, and building unique extracurriculars in order to get into an “elite” university. The summer going into 9th grade marked a key transition point for me. I felt like I needed to do something unique to stand out from my peers to get into a “top” university. I realized that summer would no longer only be synonymous with fun, travel, camp, and hanging out with friends.