Alexis may lead us to believe that the essay she wrote, titled “My Time” is just that, an essay, but I have a different thought. After reading her piece I realized that it was too good to have just been an essay, and in fact it had to be for something else, but the question is what?
After much thought I finally figure it out, “My Time” was going to be the preface for her autobiography that she was in the process of writing and finishing. Some may wonder why she covered up the truth behind “My Time,” and here is why: it is because Alexis is a perfectionist. She did not want us, as the public, to know that she was in the process of writing a book until it was completely and 100% done and done right. By reading the so called essay one can tell that the author is building up to something even bigger and even better.
The potential of this piece goes above and beyond that of a college entrance essay. It speaks to all of us on our own individual levels and has us wanting for more. It is evident that “My Time” is a build up for the author’s autobiography. All I can say is that the future is looking bright for this up and coming young writer. It can only get better from here! How will you know you ask? Well, just ponder on this question, “Is it My Time Yet?” Once you have the answer, the rest will fall right into place!
While I must agree with Tyreese that this is more than just an essay, I will have to counter her counter. Yes, this essay describes in detail one of the most memorable moments of my life. It would be apt for autobiographical documentation of my “coming of age” years. However, what the reader does not know is that I did not get accepted into the Ivy League school to which I sent the essay.
Thus, the essay has a very different meaning. The conclusion of the essay has a tone of hopefulness and passion. I show my ambition to do great things and chase after my dreams. Ironically, the dream I was chasing, attending that particular university, was not fulfilled. Therefore, this is not a heartfelt story of a girl passionately moving through life, rather a story of failure and consequence. The essay shows the optimism of a seventeen-year-old high school senior juxtaposed with realism in a world where one cannot always achieve every goal one sets. While this is not to say I do not love where I ended up and incidentally maintain no hard feelings about being rejected, the truth is: had I known the essay would not have been enough to get me into the school, I would have written about something completely different.