Once again, this essay lucidly reflects one of my very abilities: I can adapt to demands. I can write creatively. Still, I can’t lie – in this particular regard. I really wish I could, because I don't want to reveal such essential desires of my being. Well, I will now abandon my phobia (in the hope that some educationalists of choice only read this article): As you may have difficulty in getting an overview of my Austrian school "journey", I will summarize in an exiguous way the last ten school years. I usually rank among the top of my class and always finish the respective grades with magna laude. This distinction is a pleasant offshoot of my academic dexterity and, above all, a solid foundation in terms of future employment. As much as I would like to deny this bitter truth, I fear that we will be evaluated based on our academic achievements. My strengths definitely lie in the area of ​​analysis and logic. I rack my brain with the most insane events and invariably try to trace the grand mechanism behind the events. One of the most common conflicts I find myself facing is my universality. I consider modesty to be one of my most important virtues; however, I must mention a certain tendency towards versatility. I have yet to come across a course that has left me stumped. I am very well able to adapt myself and my procedures, which may not be your impression in the current context. I'm certainly not someone who can smile stiffly and persuade a customer of the invincibility of this hardcore commodity. Here I can see another trait of mine manifesting itself: I remain very steadfastly true to my core principles which obliterate many professions by their very definition. In any case, my homogeneous abilities on the...... middle of paper ......on; I'm just trying to fill the calamitously white space on this sheet of paper. Without a doubt, I will refine this project considerably. Regardless, the parenting style that my mother chose to practice during my upbringing has probably had several positive effects on my personality: despite my incredible apparent defiance, I can largely master the problems of daily life in a manner autonomous. I don’t claim to be able to succeed in a completely reclusive way, especially not on an emotional level. However, I don't remember being such a terribly shy person in Austria. Obviously, I merged into a slightly different social habitat; nevertheless, the tiny cultural differences (minimal is perhaps an understatement) do not explain the feeling of exclusion that I unconsciously impose on myself. If you discover a rudiment of this transient phenomenon, I would like to hear it. .