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Prompt: Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence.
Poetry consumes me: three simple words scribbled almost illegibly at the bottom of my math notebook. They would eventually begin the poem that illustrates wholly the immense passion I have for the art form that saved me.
You could say I was lost and, like most teenagers, unsure of my place in the world. Many days, high school seemed endless. I was crying out for something or someone to save me, to pull me out of the rut I was in.
'Your life is your life. Don't let it be clubbed into dank submission,' he spoke, almost exclusively to me. The words, a line from the poem "The Laughing Heart" by Charles Bukowski, resounded like plastic drums within my soul. It became the beat upon which I would march forward.
The poem speaks of the light and how it is essential to seek it out, to take chances as they come, to refuse to give up. I held fast to these words and with them, was able to find meaning and life in the everyday.
Bukowski's words also inspired me to write poetry of my own. With pen in hand, I was able to unearth the emotions that had, for so long, been buried deep within me. They began to take shape; rolling lyrically off the tongue, perfectly crafted around adjectives and simile. It was the ultimate contradiction: freeing, yet controlled.
"The Laughing Heart" ends simply: 'The gods wait to delight in you.' Words filling not only with hope, but also with incentive - the drive to go out and make everyday better.
Prompt: Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence.
Poetry consumes me: three simple words scribbled almost illegibly at the bottom of my math notebook. They would eventually begin the poem that illustrates wholly the immense passion I have for the art form that saved me.
You could say I was lost and, like most teenagers, unsure of my place in the world. Many days, high school seemed endless. I was crying out for something or someone to save me, to pull me out of the rut I was in.
'Your life is your life. Don't let it be clubbed into dank submission,' he spoke, almost exclusively to me. The words, a line from the poem "The Laughing Heart" by Charles Bukowski, resounded like plastic drums within my soul. It became the beat upon which I would march forward.
The poem speaks of the light and how it is essential to seek it out, to take chances as they come, to refuse to give up. I held fast to these words and with them, was able to find meaning and life in the everyday.
Bukowski's words also inspired me to write poetry of my own. With pen in hand, I was able to unearth the emotions that had, for so long, been buried deep within me. They began to take shape; rolling lyrically off the tongue, perfectly crafted around adjectives and simile. It was the ultimate contradiction: freeing, yet controlled.
"The Laughing Heart" ends simply: 'The gods wait to delight in you.' Words filling not only with hope, but also with incentive - the drive to go out and make everyday better.