Over the years there have been numerous assignments given to me throughout the past. Some I rather enjoyed, others, I did not really want to recall memories upon to accomplish the task. I do remember one assignment in particular in which I learned both a valuable lesson in writing, and an important lesson in life. The tale begins in my 11th year of life, I believe it was seventh grade in which I was assigned a partner to write an essay. Although I'm not to fond of company in my studies, for in my opinion it slows you down, but this is where my valuable life lesson plays its hand.
             It was a fine Spring day, perfect for an essay according to my teacher. She assigned a partner at random, leaving us all in suspense as to what the project was going to be about. I was assigned a rather social, outgoing person, who never ceased in his conversations of all that he had seen in his eyes at parties, and other various things that would interest the youth of America today. Needless to say, we were complete opposites of each other. The assignment was to write an essay, the topic: things you have done to make your life worthwhile. I groaned at the idea. It was apparent that we weren't going to get much accomplished with my naiveté of the world, and my arrogant partners incessant rambling to our peers of his past. Although, I could not help overhearing, I used this knowledge to my advantage. I had an idea, apparently my partner was not interested in gaining a satisfactory grade in order to take home, take to the head offices and use the knowledge in later years to become successful in life, fortunately for him, I was seeing as though it would be a group rather than a single grade. I listened to my partner go on about himself to a nice young woman sitting next to us about his experience at a small gathering he and his friends brought together. I on the other hand, stood by and "took notes." With the kind of informatio...