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Figurative Winter Wonderland
By Emily
Like snowflakes every person is
unique, and on a winter day I can be found slowly falling down to earth with
all the other snowflakes, bringing with me my distinct appearance, personality,
and the many accomplishments from my years. I do not look like every
other girl in my grade; my hair does not go all the way to my waist, I do
not have pierced ears, and my height falls below the average for girls my age.
I have a younger brother, and my height invariably leads to
other people thinking of us as twins. Once in a while, someone mistakes me for
a boy, which happened recently at the airport security checkpoint when a
security guard had to pat me down to check for metal. I could never be
described as a follower in any sense of the way - in group projects I usually
take the position of a leader, guiding my group to make sure we get the best
possible results. I can be called a perfectionist, and when I really want to do
something, you can bet that I will, no matter what obstacles stand in my way
(the only thing that will stop me is my weakness for chocolate). Typically a
very impatient person, I can nevertheless sit for hours working on one of my miniscule
clay miniatures. I have high hopes and big plans for the future, including
becoming an ambassador after I study international politics, languages, and
computer programming in college. Having been raised speaking both German and
English, I hope to one day speak French and Spanish fluently as well. I can
also ride a unicycle, but I still need to work on the juggling act needed to
become a clown. When I finally have floated down to the ground, I will not
blend in with the rest of them, but I will continue on my own, going where no
snowflake has ever gone before, pausing only to chat with my friends.
