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Want to hear something lame? Now that I have some publications under my belt I've decided it's finally time to apply to graduate school. I think an admissions committee might be willing to look past my shitty undergraduate transcripts if they see that I have been crafting poetry on my own, going through the submissions process, and getting my work into print. If I can prove that I am committed then I might get in.
That's not the lame part.
This is the lame part: I've been sitting here working on an application essay which asks me to describe my development as a writer in 500 words or less. Since poetry is my area of concentration I've decided to focus on my development as a poet. I was writing about the experience that got me interested in poetry in the first place, and I got all teary eyed! How lame is THAT?!
I'm turning into a wimp. Just yesterday I was telling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gender_euphoric that over the last couple of years I have turned into one of those overly-sentimental saps I once laughed at. Like the people who cry during Zales commercials. I still think crying at commercials is one of the dumbest things a person can do, but now I do it. It's retarded.
What especially retarded about today's weepiness is that I have written about my introduction to poetry TONS of times and it has never made me cry. Sure, it was one of the defining moments of my life, an experience I will remember until the day I die, but it wasn't anything tear inducing.
I don't know what's different about today or what's different with me. I wish I had an explanation as to why I've turned into a cry-baby. It would be nice to watch television without a box of Kleenex in my lap.
Anyway, that moment of teariness made me go digging for a piece I wrote last year detailing my introduction to poetry. I didn't write it for the purpose of submission or anything like that. I wrote it for myself, so I'd always have a crisp account of that moment available to me. I've always wanted to post it here but just never got around to it. So, I'll do it now.
I give you ( Gains )
That's not the lame part.
This is the lame part: I've been sitting here working on an application essay which asks me to describe my development as a writer in 500 words or less. Since poetry is my area of concentration I've decided to focus on my development as a poet. I was writing about the experience that got me interested in poetry in the first place, and I got all teary eyed! How lame is THAT?!
I'm turning into a wimp. Just yesterday I was telling
gender_euphoric that over the last couple of years I have turned into one of those overly-sentimental saps I once laughed at. Like the people who cry during Zales commercials. I still think crying at commercials is one of the dumbest things a person can do, but now I do it. It's retarded. What especially retarded about today's weepiness is that I have written about my introduction to poetry TONS of times and it has never made me cry. Sure, it was one of the defining moments of my life, an experience I will remember until the day I die, but it wasn't anything tear inducing.
I don't know what's different about today or what's different with me. I wish I had an explanation as to why I've turned into a cry-baby. It would be nice to watch television without a box of Kleenex in my lap.
Anyway, that moment of teariness made me go digging for a piece I wrote last year detailing my introduction to poetry. I didn't write it for the purpose of submission or anything like that. I wrote it for myself, so I'd always have a crisp account of that moment available to me. I've always wanted to post it here but just never got around to it. So, I'll do it now.
I give you ( Gains )
