Grad School and Rejection

[devilmunchkin]

i'm a girl....lol..and i'm white.....

sloww: i dunno if that matter in grad school....

[SlowwHand]

She can be many things.

[devilmunchkin]

i didn't understand that

[DaShi]

Re: Grad School and Rejection

Originally posted by devilmunchkin
how many grad schools did you get rejected from before you got accepted somewhere?
i just got my first...cali state in fresno....but now i'm fairly certain that if they rejected me, UT and johns hopkins will reject me too...
actually, i'm frozen with fear that no place will accept me or that i will be unable to support myself or something...

I wouldn't worry. I've seen so many people rejected from school they deemed average and got into school deemed excellent that the whole process leaves you bewildered. Just take eachone as they come. A rejection from one school in no way reflects how the other school will treat you regardless of the school's reputation. But good luck just the same.

[SpencerH]

OK, Patti Smith then

[Ozz]

Originally posted by devilmunchkin i'm a girl....lol..and i'm white.....

Get some attitude girl, and YOU could be the first
Poet laurate of Rap

Write some "Bad" poetry. Put on some groovy duds and sunglasses, (backwards baseball hat or tuque) dance around like yer trying to shake a quarter down yer pants into yer boots while you recite some in your
licks to your college interviewers.

You'll be in like Flint!

[devilmunchkin]

actually, i have written "bad" poetry....just yesterday in my seething anger towards my parents who take joy in mentally abusing me....here you go..the working title is "Awake"

Therapy makes things neat
So you realize there were blanks
And blocks boxed up in the back seat.
But they can’t be opened until you get the shakes;
Not just any quivering vibration-
It’s triggered and wrathful; a regular pit bull
Named Cerebus who knaws on your brain and erodes any patient sensations.

Now the lights blare full!
Memory gaps pull together like the villain
Of Terminator 2- liquid metal drops drawn
Irresistibly to a point and form the spawn
Of unbridled technology- the future’s penicillin.

Give your regards to the souls who call
Themselves my parents. I prefer jailers
Or children who toss the hot ball
Called responsibility to a former minor.
Either way, I’m younger
And since youth, the target of their evil fervor.

Some people have a right to hold
Grudges against their DNA donors.
Unlike Jerry Springer’s circus fold,
I’ll soon graduate college with honors-
Something I did alone
Because their meager and insignificant contribution
I’d analogize to that of my biological fathers gifts and non-loans
Of seventy-five a month- call it restitution.

The lot of you feel better?
Or do you need to punch me again
So my face swells and fetters,
Then blame my best-friend for the family pain,
Drug me and reinsert my mind into the therapy mainframe.

This is the mournful song; my pitiful tune
Of how I ran away one scalding June.
Because the ignorant found faith
In a book of myths and then the Lord sayeth
“Purge your child’s sanctum of CDs,
Books, ideas and anything that says I’ll never be.”
Go overboard! I’ll went nearly broke when I had to buy
New clothes to replace the thrown out- under a watchful eye
-But with my hard earned dough- black is the root of all evil;
Taints your heart and makes your balls shrivel.
Grabbed what could, tears like bullets and brains
Hyperventilating and stumbling into the street.
By 18, I finally had made friends and despite my fear and internal pain
I had to return to a gray house with changed locks and complete
My six-weeks out of a 13-year sentence
Just to get to Waco and it’s Bible thumping college.

From the fire into the frying pan.
Dating online was not a part of their plan.
I accepted disownment, the stealing of my car
Because I’m stubborn and determined to travel far
No matter what bombs crash in my path,
Times I attempt suicide, or insults thrown at my face.
I laugh when they make life harder; stick my head in an oven like Plath
And become angry when I fail and must place
My feet on the sand and walk forward.

Before the storm there was Nana and Papa.
Parents of my mother, my loves- my life
Who died trying to save me from strife
Caused by John Deere and his red-neck.
Left me their car and unicorn collection-
Entrusted to Greed, their daughter, who catalogues and checks
Her covetous possessions, through they and she built dust on their reflections.

She pretends her vile visage pleases
Like she makes believe there is a Jesus
Pulling the strings, sitting in the clouds
With the angels and my grandparents and declaring for them how I could never make them proud.

Well, here’s a big ‘ol “Go **** yourself!”
Straight from your doll upon the shelf
Who dammed your game of dress up
Because the whore is nothing but an ignorant, mouthy mess up.

“You don’t see me at all”
A step away from a crazy
In a scenic secluded shack preparing for my fall.
Building bombs, sending bombs; my vision hazy.
Perhaps I should brush my hair.
NO- I’ll not murder, but you can DIE for all I care.

[Ozz]

I liked it

(I left home @ 16 BTW)

[devilmunchkin]

well..i took them back...odd way to phrase it..and then they turned around this week and just worked on destroying me inside.....

[Ozz]

Originally posted by devilmunchkin
well..i took them back...odd way to phrase it..and then they turned around this week and just worked on destroying me inside.....

I hav'nt see my kin for 8 years, best (hardist too)
decision I ever made was to write them off. Kind of
wierd the first christmas, but a definite improvement
since then.

[Tiamat]

Saw a newscast a few weeks ago that was talking about UT putting a cap on how many they will now allow in the school. The said they are cutting back and not allowing for many more new students.

Interesting poem btw. You express your pain well through words.

[Urban Ranger]

Is English poetry freeform?

[Sikander]

Originally posted by Ozz
I liked it

(I left home @ 16 BTW)

Me too, and me too.

[Asher]

Originally posted by Urban Ranger
Is English poetry freeform?

It is if it's prose.

[Urban Ranger]

I looked at dm's poem and can't figure out any rules to it. It doesn't seem to have a fixed number of lines per paragraph, it doesn't always rhyme at fixed places, and there are no fixed number of words per line.

So I am now