commin app essay
ok, so here's one of my essays...i'm including the prompt and the essay, which i know sucks like whoa...if anybody has the time, can ya edit it and make it make sense? if you don't, don't worry about it, i'll figure it out. but if you're not too busy with other dstuff, i'd appreciate the help...danke :o
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oh god. we're sad, aren't we?
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On the first day of ninth grade, I walked in to a homeroom of thirty-some [i think there's a dash here] faces. Of those faces, I recognized only a few, and was friends with only one - Tara. I had met her at marching band camp during the two weeks prior to school. [you said something, then which, then whom, and it made it sound run-on. i changed it a little to show to break it up, but you can do it however you want.] Every morning for the ten minutes prior to first period, which I also had with Tara, [do you need this? you don't mention 1st pd. anywhere else] we would sit and talk about whatever came into our heads on that particular morning. Now that I am a senior, I look around and see that nearly all of my friends have stemmed from the Marching Band. We spend three [should write out small numbers for college] hours after school together every day during the fall, more when there was a football game or [i took out the second "a" here] competition. Marching [i think marching band shouldn't be capitalised unless ( ... )
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