<p>The man behind the desk shuffled through my paperwork, scanning one page, tossing it to the side and then moving on to the next. His expression was unreadable, if anything, it was pretty cold. After flipping through the rest of my application, the bald man peered down at me with his large, circular glasses that hung at the tip of his nose. Despite his strict appearance, I stood pin straight in the hard, leather chair, and kept my head up. </p>
<p>You look a little small for your age. Do you think you can handle this job? the man asked. </p>
<p>Mr. Davis comment was quite offensive and his question a slap in the face. Again, I was being judged incorrectly according to my height. At the time, I had just turned sixteen and was applying for my first internship at the Law Office of Frank Davis. I had been preparing for this day for weeks, possibly even months. Prior to this day, I had contacted nearly every law firm and office in my area, hoping to land an internship. Ive always been fascinated with the law and wanted to gain more experience in the field. Finally, the secretary for Mr. Davis called me and asked me to come in for an interview. I was ecstatic. I got together my short resume, transcript, and letters of recommendation. My mother bought me a whole suit with the cutest blazer and pinstripe pencil skirt.</p>
<p>Im extremely motivated and I know this is what I want to do. Actually, Ive been looking for an internship for weeks now </p>
<p>After giving me a hard look, Mr. Davis decided to give me the internship. I interned there for only three months, but by time the internship had ended, Mr. Davis and I had become good friends. He was definitely unsure about hiring me at first. Mr. Davis even admitted to me during a train ride to the Queens Supreme Court that he had underestimated my ability to do an efficient job working in a law office because of my small height. </p>
<p>I presently stand at 4 feet and 11 inches and am 17 years old. My height has always been a stumbling block no matter where I go or what I do. The first thing anyone notices about me is how short I am. And because Im so tiny, I cant be taken seriously, my mind is not mature enough and my thinking is limited. As ridiculous as it sounds, it is very realistic. My height has set me back. My teachers, peers, and even family members tend to treat me as if I were a porcelain doll in danger of being cracked into thousands of pieces the moment she drops to the ground.</p>
<p>However, despite the fact that I am fun sized, my stature has also been a factor in my motivation to succeed. Not only do I want to do well for myself, but I want to show all those who have doubted me because of my size, that I am capable of doing everything a regular sized person could. </p>
<p>I like to compare myself to Napoleon Bonaparte, one of my favorite people in history. As controversial as he is, Napoleon accomplished many things in his 51 years of life. Who else can claim that theyve been Emperor of France, King of Italy, and conqueror of a number of nations while being a little over five feet tall? </p>
<p>In the same way, I have made great strides in 17 years. Ive sung at the Metropolitan Opera, won a number of AG Bible Quiz championships, interned at a law office, and worked for a local congressman. The list goes on and on. Most people are surprised at how much Ive been able to do. They never wouldve thought that I could. However, I have pushed myself to go the extra mile and Im not stopping there. </p>
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<p>What do you guys think? Is it a stupid topic? Is it risky to compare myself to Napoleon (I actually like the guy)? Is there more I should add? The topic was to talk about your worst enemy. It's also 649 words long :) Thanks :)</p>