It Was Kind of Fun to Do the Impossible by Lauren

It Was Kind of Fun to Do the Impossible by Lauren - March 2014 Scholarship Essay

“It is kind of fun to do the impossible,” is the quote from Walt Disney hanging on my bedroom wall. It is my favorite quote. I found the poster of this phrase on my marching band’s trip to Disney World and just had to smile at it. It reminded me not only that my future had an endless amount of possibilities, but in the past I had completed something extraordinary.

On the day of my preschool education where parents conversed with the teacher, my teacher told my parents I was far too immature to move on to kindergarten. A basic interpretation of her words, bluntly stated, meant it would be a better idea if I were to remain in preschool for another year. My parents, knowing their child better, decided to go against her advice. Instead of being held back I moved onto elementary school.

In first grade concerns were once again discussed with my parents. This time the teacher told them I was to wild, unable to focus in class. She told them I would have difficulty in future learning situations and there was little to be done about it. This time my parents sat down with me and discussed how important focusing was. I, wanting to be the good child, followed their advice and began to listen more in class. Still the teacher was unconvinced.

It was in fourth grade when another of my shortcomings were brought to light. This time the teacher, one of my favorites to this day, told me of her concerns for my organizational skills. She expressed that she worried, going off the state of my desk, for when I got into high school or college how my organizational skills would affect my academic standing. I didn’t take her advice until the end of fifth grade, but when I did I took it to heart. Still she never was able to see my improvement.

In sixth grade my mathematics teacher, another one of my favorite teachers, brought me aside at the end of the day and revealed to me that she had recommended me for Pre-Algebra for the following year. This was the point in my district’s education where students usually branched into the honors group and the basic level group. Pre- Algebra was the first step into joining the honors group, but her concern was the fact that I, at the time, had been maintaining a very low B in her class. She told me in order to succeed in the future I would need to work a lot harder than I already was.

As of today, I am in 12th grade, a senior in high school about to graduate at age 17. I have taken every advanced placement and accelerated class available to me and have gotten an A or B in each. I have been in many clubs such as newspaper, archery, band, science, and history. I have won academic competitions. I have been accepted into the college of my choosing where I plan to gain a degree in Biology and go through a pre- medical program. When I go to medical school I will specialize in Neurology and will one day be a Neurologist and Neurosurgeon.

My friends say I’m the mature, smart one of our little group, always being able to accomplish anything I set my mind to. I am known as the student who pays the most attention in class. I am the student who teachers always rely on to know the answer to a question. I was never held back. I followed the positive advice of those who gave it. I never allowed anyone’s negative thoughts, concerns, or opinions to affect me in any way. I overcame my short comings and was successful academically in a all aspects.

I am without a doubt proud of everything I have accomplished in high school, including my grades. Through everything I have done I have proved that I could succeed academically. I proved the concerns of those teachers to be invalid. I did, what they considered to be, the impossible. Walt Disney was right: it was kind of fun to do the impossible.