A Cinderella Story

Earlier today I watched A Cinderella Story on TV. While watching it, I realized how predictable it was; she got the guy, went to the school of her dreams, and finally overcame her evil stepmother. The thing that stayed with me though, is how easy she just decided to leave. She knew that her stepmother was no good, yet she stayed until she'd had enough and just left. I have dreamed about doing this for quite some time now, yet I always convince myself that it will be better. That people will change, things will fall into place, and I will end up happy. That's where my flaw is though, I think. I have convinced myself that people will change, but the fact is they won't, not for me at least. What makes me so special? I only recently realized, or hope I have, that once and for all they won't change and will always be the same. They don't care about me anymore than they care about the annoying pothole in the road; same thing every day, always there, yet they always drive over it and curse it, wishing it wasn't there. But I guess life really isn't like the movies, and I have to wait for the right time. Keep waiting and it will come. At least, that's what I tell myself.

Scholarship Essay

My second draft of the scholarship essay:

All my life I’ve known that I love plants and animals. Ever since I was a kid, I always played with all types of insects, bugs, and every pet any of my friends had. Whenever I would play with them though, I was always extraordinarily curious about why they looked the way they did, how they got that way, and what differences it made. That’s why when high school was about to start, I leaned toward the Academy of Arts, Careers, and Technology; they had seven different academies that had their own special classes that would pertain specifically to the academy you chose. For example, I chose the Natural Resources and Animal Science academy, and got to take classes such as Agricultural Science, Biotechnology, Natural Resources, and Veterinary Medicine, just to name a few. This got me even more excited and specific on what career path I wished to pursue, currently being in Bio-engineering, or Pathology. Not only does my interesting in plants and animals help with this, but I always was interested in how diseases and viruses work, spread, and are built. I am also a very artistic person, and like to spend my free time painting, drawing, or doing crafts, which allows for me to have more creative and innovative ways to solve things, helps me work with a greater accuracy and precision, and helps build my patience when I work on long and tedious projects. Moreover, I’ve always had a great curiosity for science and love all the room there still is for discoveries and new advances. Whether I become a Bio-engineer, or a Pathologist, my education and past has been an influential part of whom I am and who I hope to become.

Long live Smarties

For some reason, I've always been in love with Smarties. No, not the smart kids, (although, I like them too) but the candies. Whenever I was a kid and my mom told me to pick out a candy, I would always reach for the Smarties. Maybe it's because I was told "you are what you eat," (you better believe I stayed away from Dum Dums) or maybe it's because I could fit five rolls in my hand, but I always have loved them. I would always unwrap the packag carefully, so the candies are laying perfectly spaced in their plastic sleeve. Next, I would rearrange them by color and rainbow order, so they looked nice. Then I would pick up one and press my index finger and thumb into each side of the magnificent indentations, and lick all around the edges. Once I grew tired of that, I would only put half of the candy into my mouth so it would dissolve. Once it dissolved, I took it out and examined the hard side to the squishy wet side I just ate. Sometimes I even liked to balance them on the tip of my tongue and "accidentally" drop them all into my mouth. When I was feelin particularly dangerous, I would put two or three different flavored into my mouth and waited until they dissolved and made new flavors. I even liked to roll them along the grooves in my molars and pretended they were little baby cars driving around in my mouth. When I finally finished, I would make designs and paper airplanes, and anything I could think of out of the wrapper. I especially loved the silly crackling noise it made when I balled it up and threw it away. People soon learned not to mess with me and my Smarties, and I made sure I enjoyed them until the very end.

The monster, not Frankenstein

Every time I go to write a blog post, I always forge where the heck the "create new" button is and sit and feel stupid for a few minutes because I know I've done this a million times already. Besides the point, I was talking to one of my friends the other day about Frankenstein, and we both ended up coming to the same conclusion; we both like the monster better than we like Frankenstein. Strange prospect, don't you think? We decided that th monster has extremely relatable problems of just wanting to be loved by a creator (cough cough parents cough) and to be accepted into the world. However, Frankenstein is battin things like "woe is me, I'm a badass and created life but I'm too insecure to do anything about it so I'm gonna run away and maybe nap a bit." The monster has valid reasons and a compelling backstory, while Frankenstein just has a weird incest-like who knows what kind of relationship with his cousins and mopey moods. Plus, Frankenstein made the monster a promise, but wusses out and gives up, when that's all the monster could have ever hoped and dreamed for. Sure, there is the prospect of mass murders and no one being safe, but overpopulation could use some help to. Man up Frankenstein.

First Draft

This is the first draft of the scholarship essay, before the prompt changed:

"Dream: 1. a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep, or 2. an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake. Those are two definitions of the word “Dream” according to Mr. Webster. Both seem very similar, except for two key words making them completely different; awake and during sleep. It doesn’t matter whether you’ve gotten your eight hours, or you are just zoning out in class, a dream can come at any time, and can be of anyone, or anything. I for one am the kind to get four hours of sleep, or seventeen, with no in between. It always seems that my strangest dreams come while sleeping though, no matter how much I get. Purple flamingos teaching me how to dance the Macarena you say? That’s the usual, no big deal. Only when we wake up to we realize how absurd they really are. The dreams you have when zoning out in class are a completely differently story; an insta-freeze microwave-like device? Yeah, that’s the next million dollar idea, and it’s all mine. Somewhere in between is where the dreams for your future come. Bioengineering always seemed as if it is the perfect fit for me; I love science, animals, and I love coming up with new ideas. Not only have I taken more science classes than I can count on two hands, but I also spend my free time watching the Science Channel. Plus, when I was a child, my infatuation with animals began. I played with spiders and puppies alike; I was mesmerized by how different all the animals were, yet how seemingly close. I would always dream of how I could alter them so they could have different attributes, or different colors. So perhaps that purple flamingo isn’t too far-fetched."