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Think that’ll whoo over the admission people?

I’m applying to a summer college program and they wanna know why I want to go to college. Isn’t the answer obvious? To get a decent degree so I can make some good cash. Obviously.

But no, they want 500 words of sweet talk. 500 words about how I had this amazing experience that made me think “It’s my lifelong dream to attend college” or I realized that, “Education is the key to life”.

Now, I like creative writing. But at the same time, I know I need to make it realistic. Surprise them. But not with “I wanna go to college to party it up”. I just posted that as my title to attract you guys to read this. Obviously.

Hey- it worked, didn’t it?

But right now, it feels like I sort of have the essay in my head. Like, I can picture it, I know the gist of it. I know what I want them to know.

Now I just gotta organize all my thoughts into 500 words of pure sugar.



Let’s just forget our morals

Let’s just change our clothes

Let’s do what we know is wrong

Because that what the cool kids do.

Let’s have a laugh

Let’s make a joke

Let’s be exclusive

Because that’s what the cool kids do.

Let’s get crazy

Let’s get wild

How about think for a second?

Nahh- that’s not what the cool kids do.

What is the purpose of friendship?

I recently lost a friend who I was very close to. I respected her, I looked up to her, and I just generally liked her as a person. 

But these days for whatever reason, she stopped talking to me.

She barely looks up when I say hello and the few times she does talk to me it is whenever she needs something.

For example, when she needs to talk to me to avoid talking to someone else, she will turn around and act like we’ve been buddies this whole time. 

Or when she needs to know the schedule for a class, she’ll turn around and ask like she hasn’t been ignoring me for days.

Needless to say, I don’t like that and I have decided that I’ve lost her. I can’t say we are still friends.

I was discussing this with another friend of mine, a guy.

He agrees that she uses me. But then he says, “Well, the real purpose of friendship is to use each other, is it not?”

See, I disagree with that.

Yes I see that when your friends with someone, you use them, whether its for company, for help, for helping you get through something, you use them, yes.

But there’s a difference, in SIMPLY going to someone to use them, and using them because they are THERE. 

In friendship, you don’t really use someone, because you don’t have to, they offer the help and you offer to do the same to them. 

Friendship is its own reward, you don’t use it to get something because that isn’t really friendship, right?

Friendship gives you someone just to enjoy life with, someone you don’t need to USE, because it’s not using them, it’s simply receiving what they offer because you both know that you would do the same for them.



And the irony is

We could be in a room full of people

And be so alone

We could have pockets full of bills

Yet have nothing at all

We could all day 

And not say a word

We could be ‘friends’

But not friends at all. 

“This is the stop, let’s get off,”

“Alright, is everyone taking the subway?”

“No, some people are taking the next bus,”


I followed my friends and carefully stepped off the bus. Through the fog I could barely see which direction we were walking in and the crowds of people didn’t help. Why did we pick a rainy day to go bowling again? Oh yeah, it’s because it’s the last day before the break and we haven’t spent time as a group yet. I distantly hear my friends starting to say goodbye to each other and separating off. I lift my head and my eyes meet a pair of warm brown eyes. He makes his way through a few people to get to me and warps me up in a bear hug. I chuckle and bury my face in his chest. He pulls back soon, but keeps one arm around me and I keep one arm around his back.


“I have to take the bus,” He tells me as we both start walking.

“I know, I’m taking the subway,” I say.


“You know, you’re actually like my best friend,” He admits after a beat of silence. It was as if he just needed to let me know. I look him in surprise.



I ask him what happened to his old best friend, a girl who he had liked but hadn’t gotten liked back by. He hesitated, but replied,


“Oh. She’s part 2, I guess. She’s also my best friend,” I nod and we both slow down as the subway comes into sight. He reluctantly removes his arm from around me, forcing me to do the same. He turns to me slowly, as if we were saying farewell for a time longer than four days.


“Well, thanks for helping me and you know, being there for me,” He says with a shy, boyish smile. I peer at him through the misty rain. His eyes are squinting to see through the rain and little droplets of water rest on his carefully combed hair. I almost want to reach over and brush them away but I know that would be risking everything. Instead, I smile at him.

“You’re welcome.”

And right before he turns away, he hugs me again. I wrap my arms around his mid-section and wonder if there was any way I could freeze time and just stay there, in his warmth, under the misty rain. I understand that there wasn’t when I was no longer in his arms and he was no longer in my line of vision. I turn, looking for the subway in confusion. I feel my friend pull on my bag and lead me to the subway, which happened to be right behind me. Afterwards, my friend asked if I had a good time. I thought of his smiling face under the foggy mist and grinned.

“Yeah. It was a great day.”

Falling In Love With The Way He Loves Her

It’s the way he looks at her

With a twinkle in his eye and a smile as bright as the sun

It’s the fact that he has a fragile heart and childish glee

It makes me want to discover all that he could be

She smiles back but turns away

And I wonder, ‘why can’t that be me?’

And I bite my tongue and try to rewind those words

But suddenly things have changed

It’s bittersweet, really

It turns out that I’ve fallen for he, who’s fallen for her.

Hey naive girl,

Didn’t you know?

This is the real world,

Not a fairytale

This is where all is an illusion

When the truth is a lie

And the lie is a truth

No, he didn’t mean to say it

No, you didn’t mean to believe it

The cards were laid out on the table

And you chose what you assumed

Your innocence has forgot to let you know

That real life is nothing but a show.