Sheldon Cooper, the loveable character from the series, “The Big Bang Theory”, is a certified genius – who cannot negotiate social situations. My cousin Matthew has an IQ which is off the scale.
He works as a cryptologist all around the world. Yet he once phoned home, asking his sister what his phone number was.
My fiancée is known to be intelligent, but she can’t remember what our address is. So if all these people are smart, yet are missing key points about life, then how do we find a person who is truly wise?
I suppose wisdom comes with time, with learning for life activities. If I was to examine my own life and draw a conclusion, true wisdom would be knowing who you are and using your talents and skills appropriately to create a happy life.
In high school I was a good student. I had 80 and 90 in most subjects was on the honor roll and was even a member of the National Honour’s Society. Chemistry and math weren’t my best subjects as I had much lower marks in these classes, but my average grade remained steady and I never failed a class.
I had a difficult choice when high school came to the end and I had to select my university major. Though the humanities were my strongest subjects, I was influenced by my father’s old jokes about English majors and those in the arts.
He was ‘old school’ – born and grown
in the 1940s – and to him, the sciences held the most prestige and appeal. He was a successful geologist and, wanting to please him, I chose Biology as my university major.
The study at university didn’t go very well. Biology bored me and a spill in the chemistry lab left me with a life-long scar. Math classes were skipped more often than attended and physics class was a complete mystery to me.
My first semester’s GPA was abysmally low, with many Ds dotting my record. Not only that, but I wasn’t happy. My talents weren’t being used and I wasn’t interested in my studies.
After a miserable year, I switched my major to English, and after a few years moved into the Education program. My grades turned to As, and I was even recognized on the Dean’s List.
Moving forward ten years, I found myself a successful six-grade teacher, instructing in English and Social Studies. There was free time at night to work on my writing, which I felt a passion for doing. It wasn’t my work. It was fun.
And, as it turned out, my dad was proud of me. No other accomplishment of mine could equal the fact that I was a teacher, shaping young minds. While he has no skills at writing, he admires my talent – a talent he does not have.
And, most importantly, I am proud of myself, for recognizing that I could not force myself to be talented at what I’m not, nor could I fake interest at something that someone else enjoyed. I was not meant to be a scientist. I was meant to be me.
This is an example of a narrative essay. It takes details from a person’s life and uses them to make a point. The thesis of this essay is that people need to recognize and live by their own talents and skills in order to be happy. (“If I was to examine my own life and draw a conclusion, true wisdom would be knowing who you are and using your talents and skills appropriately to create a happy life.”) Judging yourself by someone else’s standards is difficult and unsatisfying, as proven by this student’s struggles through her first year of university in a science program.