Is the risk worth the reward? (College Chats #6)

You see, I was pretty set in not changing my college essay, but I may have had change of mind just a tad.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my essay. It exemplifies my love for blogging and writing and how much I actually care about what I do, but also, my teacher said there is a lot of risk involved.

By giving colleges a work so loose and lacking grammar and proper english, I hinder my chances of getting accepted to schools, especially prestigious ones like Boston U (is that prestigious? I’m not sure, but hard to get into none the less).

I care more about getting into college then standing out so I think I’m going to edit it a little bit. Not drastically, but like enough to sound smart but also creative.

As much as I’d love love love to submit my essay as it, I think it’s to my benefit to maybe try a little harder.

The risk may be worth the reward, but is that risk worth taking?

I’m not too sure.

-Sav

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I don’t want to go to college… (College Chats #5)

Well I do, but I don’t want to do the applying, getting in, deciding part. I just spend the last hour in tears because I feel so overwhelmed. I don’t know where I’m going or where I’m applying and I just want it to be done. I just want it to be over with.

I have absolutely no idea what I’m looking for. I don’t know what questions to ask. I just don’t get it. I don’t get the process. I don’t get the dumb essays that ask why I want to apply. I don’t want to do anything.

I was so excited now here I am in actual tears about applying to college.

Maybe I just won’t go.

-Sav

SATs don’t get any easier… (College Chat #4)

I thought that just maybe the SAT would be a little easier the second time around, and in some ways it was, but in others it was just as hard and stressful.

Yesterday I woke up the earliest I’ve woken up in nearly 2 months and took my SAT. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy to have taken it a second time before beginning my senior year, but at the same time, because it is summer my sleep schedule is a complete mess.

I practiced for this SAT a lot. I did so many practice tests and practice problems (especially math), and that honestly helped me so much. I 100% recommend that whether it’s the first or fifth time you’re taking the SAT. It seems like a lot, but just do like 10 questions a day and you’ll be so much more prepared than you would have been without practicing.

If I can give anyone any advice it’s to practice, practice, and practice some more. I promise it’s not as bad as you think it is. It’s like 10 or 15 minutes a day that help soooo much in the end.

Just like my last SAT in March, I finished the English sections super early. I feel like I was way better at section one than I was last time and section two was the easiest it’s ever been.

AND, because I practiced so much, I was able to finish not only the math with calculator with time to spare, but I also finished the no calculator section with a few minutes to spare and that is an absolute miracle. On both of my PSATs and my last SAT I never had time to finish section 3 (no calc) yet here I was this time finishing with extra time.

I guess in a sense this time was easier but that’s because I practiced like crazy.

Honestly that’s the only advice I can give you. Practice like crazy and hope for the best. Also, make sure you sleep like a normal person. That’s useful. Or you’ll be tired.

Happy Sunday 🙂

My Senior Project.

As far as I’m concerned, my school does not do a senior project. I mean I’m happy that we don’t but at the same time I wish we did because it would be kind of fun in my opinion.

Anyway, yesterday I was cleaning up my room a little and watching YouTube videos (typical summer Savannah), and I got some inspiration. Recently I’ve had a fascination with bullet journals, but I lack the calligraphy and patience to ever be serious about it.

INSTEAD I’m going to document every single day of my senior year and my end goal is to have a journal full of doodles, rants, love notes, and anything that I think is important to my senior year that I will want to look back on.

It will essentially be a scrapbook with writings and drawings and random things. I’ll also document college things like days I finished applications and places I got accepted and rejected.

I’ll also HOPEFULLY be able to write random things in Latin since I’m taking a latin class online.

Will I do it all year? I hope so.

The only thing I haven’t figured out is how I’m sharing it. I’ll likely end up sharing just the best pages and spreads, but I’m not sure if I’ll do it all the day after graduation or random times throughout the year.

We shall see.

I will do most of the writing at home, but I have a 6th period study so I can do some things in school maybe. I’m not sure. I mean people know about my blog, but do I really want to be essentially scrapbooking? Not really.

Again, I’ll figure it out as I go. I’ll see what works and what doesn’t.

I’m honestly super excited to do this. I have a memory box, but senior year is important to me.

This is the year I decide if I’m leaving everything behind for Massachusetts or staying in the general area (NYC or Jersey).

This isn’t really a senior project, but it’s a project I’m doing my senior year.

That’s the same thing, right?

Happy Monday 🙂

*I somehow managed to write Saturday even though it’s Monday…*

My College Essay is more than just that (College Chats #3)

Today inspiration struck and I wrote my college essay. YAY! To the teacher who reads this  when I get 100% plagiarized on Turn It In, now you know why, though I am probably going to tell you anyway. Hi, welcome to my blog. Feel free to tell other teacher friends that I got 100% plagiarism. That’ll be funny. On second thought, I’m not going to tell you that I already posted this. Let’s see how much problems this will cause come September.

Anyways, the topic I chose was: Describe a topic, idea or concept you find so engaging that it makes you lose all track of time.  Why does it captivate you?  What or who do you turn to when you want to learn more?

I highly didn’t abide by it in like anyway, but it’s cool. I’m chilling honestly. I’m proud of my essay and I am prepared for my teacher to fail me for not really answering the prompt.

I mean I did touch upon the why and what questions, but the why wasn’t so obvious because I feel like the whole thing is the describe it and why and the what or who thing is a handful of sentences at the end explaining that I did this kinda on my own.

But without further ado, here is my essay…


I have spent the last three years of my life not only withering away on tumblr and YouTube, but building myself a safe place to ramble and rant and review and write and ramble some more. A place where I can criticize or praise books for no REAL reason. Side note: I’m not a certified critic, for from it actually. You probably shouldn’t rely on my reviews if you’re actually interested in a well thought out review.

Anyways, I’ve spent three years making my blog and writing and loving every second of it. TheOneWithBooks is a place where 431 amazing followers come to read ShortStorySaturdays, CollegeChats, book/movie reviews, and just random life updates. I have dedicated so many hours to making sure my blog is the best it can possibly be (even though there is plenty of typos and improper grammar, especially in terms of tense), but it’s not a chore. It doesn’t make me miserable. Writing, whether you read it or not, is my escape.

You have no idea all the time I’ve lost to writing posts that I never published. Stories I hate so much I’m embarrassed to share. But also, you have no idea how much love and time and dedication goes into each run-on sentence I’ve writen. How much fun I have and how much I laugh reading over what I wrote. How many times I’ve thought that no one reads, even though I see the views going up everyday.

Blogging about books and sharing my short stories and just writing for all of these people in general makes me lose track of time. And maybe nothing will come of it and maybe one day it’ll just be something I did in highschool to pass time, but right now, this blog is everything to me. I try my hardest to make sure that I post often enough to keep people coming and make them stay. And I try my hardest to stay true to who I am. And I try my hardest to make sure that everything makes enough sense. And I try my hardest to make something that everyone can find what they need in a specific moment no matter what it is.

Three years. 63 posts. 1,445 views. 431 followers.

I’m gonna be honest. It wasn’t easy. I lose interest easily in nearly everything. I even took 8 months off to improve my writing and regain my love for it. But, I’m proud of myself. I’m proud of how my writing has improved. I’m proud that I’ve stayed by my blog all this time. That people get excited when they get an email saying I post. I’m so damn proud of myself. I did this all on my own. I’m even working on buying my own domain.

I did this for myself and I did this for you. I did this for whoever reads this. This isn’t just some topic, idea, or concept that engages me. I built this on my own. I did this by myself. And I’d be lying if I said I turned to someone or something when I wanted to learn more.

I have designed this website and blog on my own.

But you. You made it a success. You made it worth it.

This isn’t just my college essay, this is my thank you. My thank you to everyone who takes time out of their life to listen to me ramble and rant and review and write and ramble some more with improper grammar, incorrect tense, and lots and lots of run-ons.

This is how I get my point across, sometimes in less words, more times in more. This is how I speak and write. This is my safe place. The ear that will always listen. The place where I write with no limit.

This is my blog.

This is my escape.

This is me.

Welcome. 


AGH! Did you like it? I’m honestly so in love with my essay. I feel like it is really me in a 650 word nutshell (exactly 650 words, common app isn’t playing like they strictly enforce that rule which is unfortunate because originally it was 703 words).

But honestly, thank you. Blogging has been an amazing journey. I cannot wait to see what’s in store.

Happy Wednesday guys 🙂

SAT Practice Test and changing my career path…again (College Chat #2)

After spending about 3 weeks of the summer in bed watching YouTube, getting up really only to go to work, I decided that I need to start getting my life together. Don’t get me wrong, I love just laying in bed and doing nothing, but at the same time, I take my SAT in 6 weeks and I haven’t so much as thought about math since I took my finals a month ago.  So, I took action.

I started my Friday morning, a morning which I normally would’ve woken up around 12:30-1pm and work up at 9am. I planned last night that I was going to wake up and take a practice SAT and that’s exactly what I did. I had a scheduled practice at 10am and I started it around 10:02. A little late because I wanted to eat breakfast before hunkering down for a few hours. Also because I needed to set up Spotify because there was simply no way I was sitting in silence for that long.

Before going into detail I should explain where how how I am doing this SAT practice. I used to use Ready4SAT but, one, now you have to pay for it which I refuse to do, and two, since it’s an app on my phone I got distracted by notifications. My boss actually recommend that I used Khan Academy, but since I had only ever used it on my phone, I didn’t like it.

Lucky for my sleeplessness, I decided to do college research last night and go on CollegeBoard and it reminded me that I take my SAT at the end of August. From there I went onto Khan, set up my account, linked it to my CollegeBoard account, and got a lesson plan curated for me within my 6 week time frame, focusing on what I need help with most based on my SAT and PSAT scores.

That bring me to this morning. I set up to do 45ish minutes of practice a day (30 questions) and I have 3 practice tests leading up to my actual test. All of them Friday mornings. All of them at 10am. All of them hopefully helping me improve.

I spent about 2 hours on a test that should have taken me three. I ended up doing better in Math, but somehow decreased in Reading. My score went do to an 1170 compared to the already terribly average 1180 I got on my March SAT. I’m not mad, I went into it with absolutely no practice. I just wanted to see where I stand.

I’ll just keep practicing on my scheduled practice days and hopefully improving.

Aside from that I’m not going to work in publishing anymore. I’m still going to write books, but I think my skills could be useful elsewhere.

I learned yesterday that most students have to double major because you need a certain amount of credits to graduate and one major doesn’t give you enough.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO…….

I’m going to double major in english langue and early childhood education! YAY!

I mean my job involves me working with little kids on a normal basis and I’ve always loved little kids.

Ideally I want to teach 2nd or 3rd grade. The kids are independent but still imaginative. They will get their work done but they’ll greatly appreciate doing other things.

One of the main reasons I like those two grade levels is because those are the years I had the most fun. Those are the years I had my favorite teachers and I felt like I was having fun but still learning.

If I do teacher for a higher grade level I would want to be strictly an english teacher. I like math, but I can’t teach it. Not for a living. That sounds miserable to me. At least english is like writing and reading, things I enjoy doing.

There was a point in my life I wanted to be a teacher, but I changed my mind. Now here I am again, talking about being a teacher.

I guess the idea never really left my mind, I just made way for new ones. Don’t get me wrong, I would like working in publishing, but not forever.

I think what I’m trying to tell you is that you’re not going to know what you want to do. You’re going to change your mind about 1500 times. I know I have. It’s cool though.

We’ll figure it out.

Happy Friday guys 🙂

J (Short Story Saturday #2)

“Get up” a deep voice whispers with a grunt waking me from my sleep. I feel something cold against my neck not able to exactly identify what it is. Presumably metal. The man grabs my wrists and pulls me from my bed. The cold floor makes my jump and the metal presses deeper into my skin.

Thoughts flood my mind. Who is this man? Why is he in my room? Why am I getting up? What time is it? Am I going to die? He pulls the metal from my neck, covers my mouth, and pulls my from my room down the hallway and down the stairs. I try to yell for help, but it’s nearly impossible. His hands have a strong hold on my face.

By this point tears begin to run down my face. I try to wipe them but his other hand is holding my wrists and guiding me in any direction he goes. He yanks me out the back door and into the cold night. He pushed me into a car where he tapes my mouth and covers my eyes with fabric. He then uses something tight to hold my wrists together on my lap.

Come on Jade, think. How can I escape him. I know this town inside and out. Every turn and street. Pay attention to where he’s driving. Keep track of where he’s going and maybe I can figure out who it is.

The car starts and pulls out of the driveway. Left. 15 seconds then a right. 47 seconds and a right. 5 seconds and a left. A stop. Is that a light or a stop sign? Stopped for 17 seconds. Light.

I continue to keep track of the location. We come to another stop. He gets out the car and leaves me a few minutes. I reach up and uncover my eyes. I look for the keys, but he must have taken them. If I run he will find me and probably kill me. If I stay he will probably kill me. Let’s run.

I open the door as careful as possible and creep down the driveway. I don’t even look to see where I am going and start running down the street.

“What the fuck? Why would you leave her in the car alone?” I hear men yelling in the distance. “You lost her. You find her. Or I’m taking you out.”

I keep running and I hear the car start. My only options are run or knock on someone’s door and ask for help. No one is going to answer their door this late at night. It’s no use. I stop in my tracks and wait for him to find me.

The car stops meters away from me and I willingly get back in the car before he even gets out. We go back to the house. He yanks my by the hair into the house and places me in front of two other men in masks.

They begin to strip me. First my socks and pants. Next my shirt. They leave me vulnerable in just a bra and underwear. At least it’s warm.

“Where is she?” a female growls.

“Right here miss. Just like you asked us,” one man declares with a shaky voice. “You know the three of us…”

“Shut up, I don’t care,” the lady interrupts. “Pretty, pretty Jade. Look at how you’ve grown up. So beautiful and kind.”

Tears roll from my eyes once again. Who is she? How does she know me? I slowly back away from her in fear. She grabs me and pulls me back in front of her.

“Oh are you scared J, don’t be. I’d never hurt a fly, never mind an innocent city girl like you” she says pulling the tape from my mouth. “Now tell me sweetheart. Where is your father. A man like him certainly knows how to run from the devil.”

“I-I don’t know. H-he left me by my-myself. He said my mother w-would be back s-soon. It’s been weeks, “I stutter, breathless from all the weeping.

“Well I guess you’re mine then,” the lady grins and lets out a giggle. She turns to my kidnapper and motions to his pocket. He pulls out a knife and hands it to her. She holds it to my neck. “Now daddy wouldn’t be so happy if his little girl got hurt. Let me ask again. Where. Is. Your. Father,” she demands, each word grinding through her teeth and spitting a little on me.

“I really don’t know miss” I cry desperately. The knife digs deeper into my neck feeling as if it is going to puncture the skin.

“One more time baby girl, where is he.” This time more gentle, but with just as much anger. I don’t reply. “Suit yourself. I’ll let them take care of you” referring to the men. “Boys, don’t be too gentle.”

The men release my wrists, cover my mouth with more tape and take me to another room with a bed. They strip me completely naked and violate my body. All I can do is sob and try to yell. How could he do this to me? Hurt his little girl. Where is my father and what did he do.

Personal Essay, Retaking my SAT, and September ACT (College Chat #1)

Before you read the rest of this, I’m thinking about giving this college thing I write about a name. I’m really liking this whole series thing. How do you feel about college chats? I don’t know, I like it


I’m probably jumping the gun here…

Correction: I am most definitely jumping the gun.

I often find myself worrying about college. It’s just who I am. I get in these moods. I worry. I panic. I do research. I give up. I inform.

I’m in the last stage.

Seeing as I did all this research I figured I might as well inform you of what I found out about personal essays and my probable topic, as well as tell you how I am preparing for my second SAT and first ACT.

I didn’t get into this crazy panic mode for no reason. I got an email about my summer english assignment which is just to write my personal essay/college essay. I wasn’t going to worry or even think about it until the end of august so avoid giving myself time to second guess it, but too late. I convinced myself that I needed to just look at the topics and get an idea on what I want to write, and now here I am with a pretty clear idea.

Don’t worry though, I’m not starting…

Yet.

In reality, it would be dumb of me to even think about beginning to write it. You really shouldn’t write it this soon. From what I’ve read and watched on youtube, we shouldn’t start before the end of summer. It’s understandable to start the last week or two before senior year to avoid overloading yourself and giving yourself time to have it read by other people.

I don’t think I’m going to do that though.

Granted, I have to do it for a grade, but I’m not making major changes. My essay should reflect me and how I speak. Obviously I want it to be clear and understandable, but I want to avoid changing anything that isn’t grammar or clarity. Even so, if I write like I do here, with the fragments and odd spacing, I probably won’t change that.

It’s me. It’s how I write. It clearly represents how thoughts flow through my head and onto the screen before I can even finish them.

I want these schools to see me for how I am and what I do.

Which brings me to the topics.

The topics technically aren’t available for the application yet, but they have been announced. 

  1. Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story. [No change]
  2. The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. Recount a time when you faced a challenge, setback, or failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience? [Revised]
  3. Reflect on a time when you questioned or challenged a belief or idea. What prompted your thinking? What was the outcome? [Revised]
  4. Describe a problem you’ve solved or a problem you’d like to solve. It can be an intellectual challenge, a research query, an ethical dilemma – anything that is of personal importance, no matter the scale. Explain its significance to you and what steps you took or could be taken to identify a solution. [No change]
  5. Discuss an accomplishment, event, or realization that sparked a period of personal growth and a new understanding of yourself or others. [Revised]
  6. Describe a topic, idea, or concept you find so engaging that it makes you lose all track of time. Why does it captivate you? What or who do you turn to when you want to learn more? [New]
  7. Share an essay on any topic of your choice. It can be one you’ve already written, one that responds to a different prompt, or one of your own design. [New]

I will probably go with 6 or 7 depending on whether or no I can answer the “what or who do you turn to when you want to learn more?” part.

I am going to write about this. About writing. About you guys. My passion for blogging and books and run-on sentences.

Now it makes more sense as to why I don’t want to change my essay much after the first time I write it. I want it to resemble my blog. How I would write for anything besides a school assignment. I want it to be a written version of me.

For me, writing is something that will always be there. I want to write for a living. I want to be a novelist or author if possible. I want to write books and impact lives like books have impacted mine. I want to mean something. I want to make a difference and educate people like I have been educated.

And it all starts here for me. It starts with book reviews/rants. It starts with the run-on sentences and short stories and poems and random life experiences. It all starts with The One With Books. My home. My safe space.

I’m not even sure if at this point if you guys still read or care, but I do. And that means something.

That’s what I want to show the admissions people. That’s what you should should aim to do. Think outside of the box. Show the admissions people who you are

That and sat/act scores.

As you probably know I took the SAT in march and got an 1180. It’s fine and will do for most schools accompanied by my GPA and extracurriculars.

But I’m annoying and want atleast a 1300 so I’m taking it again in August as well as taking the ACT in September. It can’t hurt to take both.

Since it’s summer I’ll actually have time to practice. I will be using Ready4 apps (the SAT and ACT versions) as well as doing random practice tests I find online because I am not paying for an SAT book. It’s way too expensive and honestly, probably not worth it after I take it in August unless I do worse, in which case I’ll go to community college and get a business degree and work in an office or something. I’ll be a boring person compared to who I am now.

But I’m not going to do worse. I’m going to drastically improve. The Ready4SAT app was helpful the first time I took the SAT but I didn’t get much time to use it because of school and work.

This is my current mentality:

-Your college essay is going to be bomb.

-You’re going to kill it on your SAT/ACT

-Stop worrying, it’s June. You have like 3 months to figure it out. Enjoy summer.

Honestly guys, we’ll all be fine.

Happy Sunday guys 🙂

 

Complete failure/ SSS #1

I was writing my short story for today while I took a break from studying for finals and I hate it. I restarted it 3 times and I just can’t figure out what I want it to be. Maybe I’ll figure it out, but for now here’s a small part of it.


The fresh air burns her lungs and she coughs up water. The girl swims to a nearby rock and climbs up to check the contents of the bag. Inside: a flashlight, wads of cash, a gun, a passport, and a letter in a plastic bag.

She takes out the letter and the flashlight.

Lola,

If you are reading this letter it means you made it out alive. In the bag I’ve left you money, a way to leave, and protection. You are going to be okay. I am going to find you. I’m sorry for everything.

Alex

Lola reads the letter over and over again wondering how he could have gotten her into this near death situation. How did he get a gun? Where did he get all of this money? Where is she going that she needs to be found?


It’s not terrible, I just don’t know where I want to go with it.

I’ll work on it though.

Happy Saturday guys 🙂

 

Junior Prom

It’s not very often that we get to dress up and look fancy and slay everyone’s life, but I did yesterday.

June 1, 2017 was my junior prom. It all started here.

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On December 23, 2016 my sweet love asked me to prom in front of the whole school during a pep rally. it was great. I was absolutely stunned and so excited.

Then, dress shopping began. I tried on 25+ dresses and eventually decided on this beauty.

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This was some time in late January. I dreamt about how beautiful this dress was. How it was going to stun everyone. How shocked my love would be when he saw me the day of prom.

Then came the hair and makeup trial. I opted for an intricate braid and glowy makeup with bold brows and a peach lip.

And finally, there was yesterday.

I woke up nervous but excited.

I had so much fun before, during, and even after prom.

It couldn’t have gone any better.

I know it might be a lot to preach, but prom is fun. If you have the opportunity, you should go. You’ll enjoy it.

Happy Friday guys 🙂

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