10 September 2012
Essay # 1
Its Better to Give than Receive
Attractive,smart,athletic and down to earth are some of the traits that help describe my best friend Guadalupe. Her sense of humor and humble personality make her a person I cherish greatly. Lupita's importance to me in my life is by far the most influential and positive I have ever had.
As days before summer vacation awaited the excitement from most of my classmates didn’t wait to expose. From a wooden desk in the back of the lonely classroom, with a chair transmitting a cold sensation , like snow rolling down my spine, with graffiti all over the desk almost spelling out ...view middle of the document...
So as soon as my teacher gave me the results I took a glance at it and tried to avoid any conversation about my grade with my best friend. I started yapping about the soccer game I didn’t get to watch that weekend. However, she perfectly knew my intentions and as real as she is lupita told me “Why are you hiding your grade?” I stuttered for a second or two or three. She couldn’t believe I was hiding my grade away from her. She gave me a chance to explain myself with her gorgeous eyes illuminating almost making me forget the poor academic performance I made that year. It felt for a minute, like I planned for this to happen on purpose so she could stare at me and I could get lost in her eyes. But it was nothing like that and I certainly didn’t plan to have such low grades that year. She had that serious look in her face, after she glanced at my grade she had something to say and so did I. She began by saying “Are you ashamed of your grade?” and needless to say I was and I admitted it. But I also admitted something else, just like I've tried to hide my grade for that math class I did the same thing with the rest of my other grades. All in an effort to get her to like me but in an instant it was clear to me. Previous years, from the day I met such a fabulous girl like Guadalupe I had a crush on her. I was the first to introduce her around the school campus, and one of the first people she met. From their on we would hang out to the point were she helped me with my homework any time we had the chance.
Until that moment I had built a special feeling. I was aware that trough her help I had achieve great things. But that year, my junior year she didn’t have the time like before to help me as much with my assignments. I depended on her to succeed and that was something bad. Then I told her I had...