We went for the pizza. My dad raved about the pizza. I had heard so many stories about that pizza. But when we finally got there my nose was too stuffed up, and I never even got to taste it. This ‘famous’ pizza was at Papa Dell’s on campus at the University of Illinois at Champaign – Urbana, my dad’s alma mater.
Probably ever since I was born it was my dad’s dream for me to go to the University of Illinois. He had enrolled there in 1971 after transferring from Chicago City College, with only a 19 on his ACT. He went there to be with his friends, not for the academic, and ended up having the time of his life. He is still best friends with the people he had met there and I know he wants the same thing for me.
Things are much different than they were in 1971. If you tried to get into the University of Illinois with a 19 on your ACT, I’m assuming the admission staff would throw back their head and laugh at you and your feeble attempt for acceptance. Not that I got a 19 on my ACT, a 27 actually, but a 27 is still sub-par when trying to get accepted into the best public school in the state of Illinois. So, despite my dad’s dream and my hard, but not hard enough, work, I still won’t be able to get into the University of Illinois.
After reading this i dont know where you can go to add more. at the end of the first paragraph it sounds like the ending of a conclusion. i see how you are connecting the present with the past with you and your dad but you need to add more. this paper needs to be 3 pages and after reading this it looks like the end of this one page is the end of your 3 page paper.
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