@brokencdplayer,
[red] = Consider editing out of the essay.
When it comes to learning " I’m a cowboy.
Every so Often I find myself a new frontier: zealous to strike it rich, not from gold but knowledge.
It gets rowdy in the Wild West so At the tender age of sixteen I joined a gym to have these guns start shooting like real six shooters. After limping out that first day, I was hooked. Anything depicting overly muscular men flexing became eligible for my attention. Instead of merely eating three meals a day, I committed to six protein-packed daily “feedings.” Through complete immersion, I learned to carve my body and destiny.
Back In the West, working on railroads means interactions among foreign cultures and languages; being an opportunist, it was to my advantage to learn another language. At school, I met a nice cowgirl and thought myself king of the rodeo until learning she was an exchange student. I’d have to brush up on my Norwegian if I was going to take her to the shindig! I dug for dictionaries, flustered through flashcards, and stuttered past syllables until I finally lassoed her.
With every new frontier, I’m spurred on by Whitman’s exhortation:
Come, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order; get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? Have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!
Keep the poem as is. My suggestion? To amputate those 15 words I highlighted above. Can't find 2 more to exile for you to reach the 200 word goal.