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stanford essay question number 2.
"sharing intellectual interests is an important aspect of university life. describe an idea or experience that you find intellectually exciting, and esplain why."
well. i honestly find BLOGGING to be very intellectually exciting. but seeing how everyone thinks that staring at the computer kills your brain cells with all the invisible cosmic rays just coming out of the computer screen at your brain at like 1000 mph, i thought, na i better not write about my xanga. hahaha.
at first i was going to write about how intellectually "EXCITING" i thought takign the SATs and the APs was. again i was kidding.
nation: i think
nation: i'll write about
nation: studying for the SATs
nation: now THAT was soo intellectually exciting
Tool: ..
Tool: and i think your definition of "exciting" is off
my secret nation: oh yeah? well i think Stanfords juxtaposition of "exciting" and "intellectual" is off.
so anyway. i guess when people usually write these things, they try to relate it to like some activity they do. i dunno. i guess, the most intellectually exciting thing that is college acceptable is, study literature (overanalyze and BS what shakespeare so didnt mean). i guess that includes my love for writing bad poetry. and that just brought me all back to a BLOG i once wrote. and yes. i will be using this blog that im talking about, as my Stanford essay answer number 2.
original context http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=ohanasp1r1t
| Friday, July 29, 2005 A More Thorough Art (i used to title all my entries)
Once again I have started writing a poem, and as usual, I have started it from the middle. Try as i might to restructure this poem by creating a beginning sentence, I find that that first sentence begins to set a different tone than what I'm trying to say. And though i end up writing a poem about my desired topic, the initial feeling which is captured in the random "middle sentences" that i jot down on the spur of emotion, is lost. The entire dynamic of the original poem is lost all with a beginning sentence that doesnt fit. Like my friend Alex always says, getting started is the hard part. I think she means, finding the beginning is the hard part. With this tiring process of constructing a fully illustrative poem, I've recently come to realize what it really is to write a poem. All that we learn in school about why this poet chose to use this word instead of that one, or why the stress is iambic instead of trochaic, or why there is a repetetive "sh" sound or "lol" sound, that all makes sense now. No really, it does. I used to think all that, the diction, the meter, to form, the blah blah... had everthing to do with sheer coincidence. Why would someone so articulately plan their thoughts? Muahaha i was wrong. (i'm leaving out the muahaha from the essay) I found that out while trying to construct ( and i say that instead of "write" because it really does consist of more than merely sticking your pen on your pape.) my most recent poem. While "writing", i was actually making deliberate choices for the sake of the poem and what it was supposed to be. For instances, I actually decided to use "a sorry hormonal release" instead of " a temporary hormonal letgo", because the latter had too many syllables. The interjecting stresses actually contrasted with the image I was trying to portray. and "letgo" muddled the tone. and i thought and have been thinking forever about how "an empty hormonal letgo" would affect the dynamic of the poem... and if the consonance of the r sound in "sorry hormonal release" is actually what i want...! Strangely enough, I find it was actually a deliberate choice i made to NOT use the words "she", as an attempt to erase the ecumenicality of the theme, and portray the poem as my personal opinion. There was actually thought there, about not using "she" and having a reference to "Romeo" instead of lovers. Each detail and nondetail was deliberate. Who would have thought it. Miss Emily Dickinson, I finally have begun to understand you.
And now here is the baby poemling. : remember, i havent found the poems beginning yet.. you can help me with that. and so far... i havent put nearly as much thought into this as i have said i did..because i do not like the poem yet. hah.
What she wants is something more I'm thinking on it. ......................... |
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