[Once again, I didn't fail BEDA. I just didn't post it here.]
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Dear World,
I wrote you a poem.
Love,
Pippa, a disenchanted and disgruntled citizen and a crappy poet
To whom this may concern,
To whomsoever my future may concern,
You may not know who I am
because sometimes my best friend Sam
overshadows me. But I want you to know
that--and this may sound random but it's not--I don't like snow.
I have several questions for you--
and by you I mean that formless, general you
that encompasses whomsoever may care.
I sit in my mother's crazily-patterned armchair
as I list my grievances for this blogpost.
I can't decide whether to start with the most
grievous or the least. But I have many.
Grievances that is. 18 years worth of many.
I suppose I could list the little things
like reckless drivers and a father who sings
at the worst times. But there are too many to count.
Like pennies thrown into a fount-
ain, they are easily thrown away. Plus, I
have bigger problems--insert pretentious sigh.
This poem is pretty shitty
but I never said it would be pretty.
After all, the world is pretty shitty
and I certainly don't want your pity.
All I want is some financial aid.
Literally. I'd like to go to college. I've made
it through 4 years of high school,
studying when my friends sat by the pool
all summer long. Now I would like
to go to Syracuse University, Mike,
who I just made up for the purpose
of this poem but who I imagine as a douche.
Sorry, that broke from the pathetic structure
but nothing rhymes--pseudo, slant, or otherwise--with douche.
I would like to study at Newhouse, Mike,
now I'm in a bad commercial for Klondike--
what would I do for SU? How much debt
is my future worth when even my own father won't bet
that I will succeed? Of course, my father
thinks journalism is a dirty job and won't bother
to support his daughter. And he has no money.
He spent it on his other three children, isn't that funny?
No money.
So, I say this to Mike and to all this may concern.
Fuck you.
My blog post sucked yesterday. On Wednesday, I filmed a videoblog because one of my goals for BEDA was to try videoblogging. I thought I would just upload it to my computer on Wednesday night and put it online whenever I found free time on Thursday. However, as you can tell that didn't work. My computer, a Dell, is the most worthless piece of crap to ever call itself a computer. Thank God, I am getting a new one next month for graduation.
As you can tell from my crappy poem (sorry about that by the way, it was pretty awful! I felt bad for not having a real blog yesterday so I thought I would do something different tonight...and so the crappy poem idea was born. It won't happen again, I promise! I don't presume to be a poet), I am not happy with the world.
I was accepted into S. I. Newhouse School of Communications at Syracuse University, which is one of the best undergraduate journalism programs in the country (it's consistently ranked in the top 3 programs and is nationally and internationally renowned). I was really excited to be admitted because it is extremely competitive.
I was accepted and given a considerable financial aid package. Everything was perfect.
Then, they took away my financial aid. My mother works for Johns Hopkins University and one of the benefits JHU provides is tuition assistance for family. As a family with four children and four high school and four college tuitions to pay, my parents need that assistance. Next year my parents will have three children in college (my sister graduated two years ago. We're 4 kids in 5 years, in case you were wondering). And my parents didn't save special college funds.
But Syracuse has a clause in their financial aid agreement that says that any assistance from a parent's employment will be deducted from the financial aid offer. Goodbye financial aid.
Even with JHU paying half of my college tuition, my parents can't afford to send me to college. They spent their money on a horse farm and...and what? Raising four kids. And now, after the economic shithole the world has fallen into, what little money my parents might have been able to scrape together is gone.
Isn't life fun?
Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow. I am getting back into the car for another roadtrip, this one shorter as it's just to Philadelphia. I'm going to the Book Festival in Philly. Yes, I'm a nerd. I never denied that fact.
[Note: To my new BEDA buddies, hi! This is a little longer than my normal posts. Normally I don't whine so much. Really, I don't. At least I hope I don't always sound this whiny. Also, I normally write in the afternoon but as you can tell I've been busy.]
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