Thursday, April 30, 2015

Which On-Campus Summer Program to Choose?

http://www.collegeconfidential.com/dean/000275/

Question: I plan to attend a summer program on a college campus. Is it better to choose a program at my number-one college that doesn’t offer a class in my intended major field or to take a class in that field (architecture) at a so-so college?
Many good high school students sign up for a college summer program with the belief that it will be a ticket to a top-choice college. However, with so many strong applicants opting for this sort of summer experience, admission folks are pretty jaded when they see on-campus programs on an applicant’s résumé, especially when the student comes from a privileged (or even fairly privileged) background.
Sometimes taking a summer class at your number-one choice college CAN have a positive impact on your admission there down the road, but–typically–the more competitive the college, the more minimal (or rare) that impact will be. You are far better off if you pursue an interest of yours (e.g., architecture) at ANOTHER school (even one you don’t plan to apply to). Admission folks are always looking for signs of academic passion in their applicants. They don’t want students who simply TALK about an area of professed interest … they want those who DO something about it.
However, if your summer schedule permits, try to balance out your on-campus architecture class with something very different in the remaining weeks. This could include a paid job, a volunteer position, a creative project you dream up yourself that may–or may not–draw on your architecture skills, etc. This will not only enrich your summer but also fend off the growing cynicism I see among admission folks as they wade through piles of applications from top students whose summer plans include predominantly pricey summer programs. Whether this cynicism is deserved or not, it’s out there. So do go after your passions as you make your plans, but don’t view on-campus programs as any sort of fast track to your college-admission goals.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Milk

I'm to busy to be bother with lamp lights
letters for turning in to someone, someplace
to tired to bother with heart shaped paper
color red and bruises that keep good stories clean
there were moments when I realize
a petrified child still hid in the woods
in what ever hand made box
there were photographs memories never in line
I don't or want, i cant remember
part of it was never meant to be a,
security contact list
to make my handwriting, enough to be read
it doesn't matter what falls what matters is what stays
so backward glances half of nothing
yet is something
not quite giving
but the process of loss is unforgiving

Saturday, April 25, 2015

For them (Squad)

I keep thinking of location 14 feet deep
To far away but you cling with me 
Re-living every unfaltering stare
Don't want to see them come by your eyes
Don't speck or lose yourself 
Don't eliminate today 
Don't publish a unwritten end 
Or think to clearly you'll forget 
We will have it worst 
When the right to hold hands is forbidden 
When the vibration of voices become echoes 
But darling they still ripple through our spine
They give us chills,there will be songs for that 
Our heads will spin,our visions will blur
But keep me oh so close 
And use me as your tissue box 
Divorcing faith won't carry us to a shore..
We will keep the lights on to snapshot each profile
A continuous story we will tell in denial 
Where did we go?
Where we can't hide.
For we have seen where we come between 
Exclamation points,periods,and unanswered questions 
We mold each other,turning blind to color 
Turning to look 
But we find ourself staring

Sunday, April 12, 2015

*C FOR REVERSE?* #3

Chicago keeps burning my tongue
Scrubbing the floor that has no sentiments for us
U know we all break the same and all
Why did it take this long
I will follow until we die well under
Catch my breath with your eyes
Now that has knocked me
No course of disaster turning everything to gold
I'm not crazy for heading to a three story high balanced nightmare
Keep calling me at 2 am
When everything is still
Steal what hangs from both sides
I'll come when critical events haven't turn us blind
I have every word in a line
Waiting oh waiting for pure to be lost
Cleaning the evidence of another night
Counting the hours for the moments to falter
Tell me how it goes
Shaking away the robbers that have long knifes
Alternate your apologies
retro spectacle hand shakes Followed by a heart tug
Blinking the windows that get in our eyes
How can u say no to that ?

*BACK* #2

Night of your 15th birthday you told me I was wrong
Never left a clue behind because I don't want to be found
And I was trying to help you get some invitation to the sounds
And u push me trying to find a way out
I was a cold shoulder from begging until March
But I don't deserved to be bother
You keeper dancing drinking beers from the go
U never looked to see who you were kissing the lights just made it all grey
I'm starting to question where our mentalities lie
Because boy I gave you the slaps that came from my back
And I can't stop thinking of your hands in the wall when you decided to break
I didn't get away from the murder
As you spill crisscross lines in my shoulder
So baby don't tell me the plan is over
Because I know u are still feeling the same
Same as the day you told me to run
Far way from the autumn that would kill me sooner that the winters name
Riding through every memory where cars and buses look the same
It's seems to funny not to pray for the lies to keep being there
Because I would swallow every single pill you presented me with
And don't say I didn't cry for the top bottom half of the story
Let it be a taunting game
Don't let it carry you off or away
Because I'm still waiting outside the corner
At 17 you promise me you would re-write every scar that my back bears

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

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Unpopular Written Opinion


Why is all poetry so sad
Don't get me wrong I've written my depressions do on paper before 
But do we all have to me crazy to speak to the sane? 

I would like to believe that we are the sane 
The brave 
Brace yourself we'll hit with a little ...
Common minded problem! 
We'll just write it down with words that sound as if they are cutting into your ears and down through your soul 



Send those words to down the drain because I heard them said so many times it hurts when people don't catch what we've thrown a thousand times until it's performed in a poem 


Poetry is beautiful, poets are amazing 
It's our audience that give us a reason to write 
But maybe if they'd listen 
poets would find an happier topic to speak about 
Maybe less based on wanting to move 
More based on wanting you to hear them 
That's just my unpopular opinion 
Sorry, not so sorry 

Regret of Arrogance

I aimed arrowed goals so high this year and failed hit one bullseye 
Devastated I laid in my shame
 ripping every card of polite nos, and sympathetic "next times" or "maybes" from others cheeks 
I realized that it was all my fault, all but me caught in my arrogance
And while said as so by 
Most that know, shaking in agreement 
My worst enemies is no longer the world but myself 
Soaring in my pity 
I find myself  giving the treatment I once feared from others 
What does this mean? Is just a found reason for me to hate myself a bit further? Or to find an optimistic path, as so this can suck a little less more? 
I'm no longer sure 
I find days where I like myself as act like hippy, dressed in baggy clothes, peaceful and sure, 
But most days I hate toward mine own for dumbing myself down but than talking myself up  
I no longer sure whether I'm confident or insecure 
It's been a year of disappointment, confusion, and  sorrow yet a year of growth and maturing