<p>Hi! I wrote this today (timed: 25 minutes); I am going to try to write at least one essay everyday for two weeks until october 5th (SAT day!!)
Please give me a score out of 6. (1=bad...6=amazing)
Please give me some feedback (you don't have to though); You can be critical ;) in fact, criticism is welcome! Thanks:)</p>
<p>I got the prompt from: SAT</a> Essay Topics: Practice your essay writing
PROMPT:
"That which we obtain too easily, we esteem too lightly. It is dearness only which gives everything its value."
Thomas Paine
ASSIGNMENT:
Do we value only what we struggle for? Plan your response, and then write an essay to explain your views on this issue. Be sure to support your position with specific points and examples. (You may use personal examples or examples from your reading, observations, or, knowledge of subjects such as history, literature, science.) </p>
<p>Do we value only what we struggle for? Yes, strangely we do! Life is rife with examples supporting this statement. Isn't it strange how something looks often more valuable when it has a higher price? I remember this one time I was hungering after this necklace from H&M. The fact that it cost $15 only made me want it more. One day, H&M had a "buy one get one free " sale. Upon hearing the news, I immediately fled to the store to purchase my necklace. After buying a t-shirt, I got the necklace for free! Strangely though, after getting if for free, I realized that the necklace no longer looked so valuable; the quality looked bad, and it suddenly looked cheap! After all, the store give it to me for free! I remember mentally saying, Julia, what are you talking about? This is still the same necklace that you have been wanting for weeks! Just because you got if for free doesn't make it any different! However, the more I looked at it, the more the necklace lost its sparkle, day by day. Suddenly, I found myself wishing that I had bought if for $15 just so it could look more valuable.</p>
<p>When I was little, my mother never bought me soda, at least never for home. Whenever we went out, I remember begging her for a can of coca-cola. She would make me do all kinds of things, cleaning out the car, talking to her friends, and such, before I could get my small hands around the sweet cool can. The reward always tasted so sweet. Because of this I grew up loving the taste of Coke. </p>
<p>One day, a lifetime later, I'm fifteen. We are at Costco, and my mom decides to buy me and my cousin a whole box of coca-cola. I remember being a little reluctant, "Soda is meant as a prize, not something I can drink anytime!" I tried to argue. My mother just replied that it was more cost effective. "This way you won't have to spend all your money on buying coca-cola when you go out!" She reasoned. With an entire box of soda at home, Coke rapidly lost it's flavor. My mom had "hidden" the Coke, but we both knew all her hiding places so it was an easy task finding her cache. I realized that, without the struggle, coca-cola only really amounted up to its ingredients: sugar and water.</p>
<p>Struggle is the essential ingredient that makes the prize so sweet. Why do we value medals so much? Why do we value PhDs, MAs, BAs? Is if for the shininess? The pleasing shape of the letters? No, it is for what it represents, the struggle, the time and the effort we put in in order to attain those prizes.</p>