Never Stop Before the Start Line

Never Stop Before the Start Line

College Admissions Essay
08/31/2012

My father sat me down one summer night at our glass table and told me he has a quote he lives by and so should I to be successful and push through life. "Never stop before the start line" was his quote and when I found him deceased the next morning I knew he told me this quote to get me through life without him by my side helping me every step of the way.
I thought of this quote when I attempted to start an essay for my AP English class. I sat down at my glass table and began to write the title of my essay, but I was staring at the rest of the blank lined paper with no idea of what to write. Nothing popped into my head. Next thing I know, frustration came across my body as I started slumping down in my chair and my right hand rested against my firetruck-red face. I tossed the blank lined paper across the table and wanted to completely give up. But, in my mind my father's face appeared with him saying "Never stop before the start line." I then picked up my blank paper and began writting anything I could think of and, by the time I was done, I had written the essay. Thinking of this quote motivated me to do my best with the AP essay.
I thought of this quote when I promised my father's last wish of my to finish school. I was in tenth grade, when I wanted to quit school forever. I had very low self-esteem and everyone who got a chance to, made immature remarks to me. They called me fat, ugly, and told me I need to become bulimic to become beautiful and skinny like them. My eyes filled up with tears like rain coming together about to pour out of a cloud. I ran into the girls bathroom and cried my eyes out. I went home that day and wrote my mother a note saying "I quit everything!" and went to sleep. During my slumber, I turned over to my right side and opened my eyes to see an apparition of my father wearing a long blue sleeved shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He knelt down and put his hand on my left cheek and said to me...

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