The Advent
Young, entitled, uncaring even
Strong, an idol, you must believe in
You’re, puerile, helplessly naive
Take ease, unclench, it's all up my sleeve
Child do you not know nothing is promised?
Extinguish the comfort and the calmness
The future is near in fact right before us
I can touch the tassel, I can smell August
They don't want the books, the voiceless
36, 4.0, 1600, all that is pointless
Without passion you are nothing but the others
Books have no worth, no girth, without colors
These pages you've been writing will remain blank
Until you learn that there are others who are of rank
Darling your mind is bright but your heart isn't
What a shame it is, to rise you should be driven
They tell you not to stress,
Don’t work in excess
You are still young
There’s still time to stand out from the throng
Your grades, your scores, that’s what matters
When in fact there’s more to look at, all that is smatter
You’re uninvolved, lethargic, way too comfortable
Your lack of prudence would leave you vulnerable
What’s a 4.0 or 36
When there are others with bags of tricks
You need to find yourself, stand out
Not just today, or tomorrow but throughout
Unearth where you want to go, what you want to be
It is only then that your mind would be free
Your goals and deadlines, make sure you arrange
You have a year ahead of you, there’s time to change
This epiphany must stick with you dear self,
Prove why the medals should be on your shelf
All I ask is that you don’t be discouraged
Our future is bright, it just needs to be foraged
This year I got a reality check about college admissions. In the 10th grade I was sure that all I needed was valedictorian status, high test scores, and a 4.0 GPA to get into any school I want. However, after a college portfolio assignment, I had an epiphany. I finally realized that all I needed was to pursue and have passion for something. I didn’t need to join all the clubs, but just specialize in a few. I realized that I couldn’t get a scholarship just for having straight A’s. I realized that I’ve been too comfortable, and now that I would be applying to a college for early action in the fall, I would need to focus on the things I love doing, make sure I’m using all my time efficiently, and make sure I’m giving back to my community while doing so. Looking at different college essays, deadlines, and applicants advanced the person I was, and helped me buckle down in order to make myself and transcript appealing to all my top schools. This poem is in sorts a letter to the person I was one year ago, advising on the mindset I should have for the awaiting college applications I would be completing in a few months.
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