January 7/15                                                                                                                             Meagan Pankratz

Oh hey there. You probably don’t know me, or have even heard of me for that matter, but don’t worry by the end of this letter you will. Then one day when I’m famous you’ll be able to say “Wow I read her application letter.” My name is Meagan Pankratz and I was the one who gave an orange the name orange. I’m funnier Bill Cosby. I run to California and back every day for fun. In 1998 I trained Tara Lipinski and helped her win an Olympic gold medal.  I myself have won 13 Olympic medals, 9 gold, 3 silver, and 1 bronze. I myself have been crowned the world’s best sandwich artist. I myself have been to the center of the earth.  Little kids adore me.  I have the fastest piano playing fingers in the west, no one can play near as fast and as good as me.

                                                           Trapped

Today, 10 am, in the school gym. English my worst class this year. The last thing I am is prepared for this exam. If only I went to more classes, and studied, or did my homework maybe I’d have a chance. As I get closer to the school I feel my knees grow weaker, and my heart start to race. As I open the door regret hits me in the face like a gust of wind. I walk into the common area and find my class and sit with them until the exam starts. They seem more relaxed then I am, probably because they are prepared and I’m not. I sigh as we are called into the gym to take our seats. The smell of the newly waxed floor makes my head start to spin. I see the exams being passed out and my head starts to spin. Silence complete silence. I get my exam; I wish I could just run out of the gym and never look back. Unfortunately that’s not an option. Everyone has started their exam and all I can hear is the sound of people writing, and a few nervously clicking their pens. The roughness of my desk under my exam is aggravating. I finally open my exam and all I see is words, words, and more words. None of which make sense to me. I flip through the pages, guess after guess, I’m almost done. About an hour later I finished my original composition, done finally I’m done. I feel all the regret rushing to me again as I hand in my exam. I feel relieved as I walk out of the gym, I also feel hatred towards myself for not making an effort to go to class. Left with this terrible feeling I promised myself I would always make an effort to go to study, do my homework, and prepare for my exams.

From The Outside In

 

Some may see a frank, very straightforward, not much to her, kind of women when they look at her. It was normal for her to have a cigarette between her middle and index fingers, and rings around each of the others at all times. She didn’t smoke all the time but when she blew the smoke out of her cracked lips it’s like seeing your breath on a cold winter morning. Her hair is white as snow. This hat she always wore, quite elderly as it was had much meaning to her. It helped keep all her thoughts from spilling over like a volcano. The jewels around her neck sat so perfect almost as if they were painted on. Her face never had expression on it. Almost nobody could understand her. The ones that did, well as for them they all shared a little secret.