Uploading Essays this week

I will be uploading the work from the last couple of semesters this week if I manage to get my essay written for Coffeen and rework the paper for Wintroub.

Good reading. These papers have not gotten better. In fact, they are of lesser quality. Why? It is my fervent belief that the volume of reading is prohibitive of getting a good grasp of the material and therefore the ideas pull together only after digesting the work.

Meanwhile, I am sure they grade along those lines because I continue to stay at 3.5 overall. Which means Rhetorical skills are better than average but not stellar and conceptually I am exceptional. So what? So these essays can be used as an indicator of the types of material one would engage in a career at Berkeley (if you are in the humanities or social sciences). They can also be used to measure your own work against; the most significant failure of my papers is lack of organization and unsubstantiated claims. I tend to get personally involved with the text and discuss how I see it instead of what the text says. I wouldn't recommend plagiarizing work found on a blogspot. And frankly my grades aren't good enough to promote theft.

Finally, I am preparing for graduate school and I will post the Statement of Purpose written for Stanford and then ultimately report back if I got in or not. I will also discuss the critiques of said letter.

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Coffeen's class for which I am writing a mere two page paper about the above image. It has taken me a week to create the image and at least as long thinking about something clever to say. I am a viewer and artist...multiplicity....Home less feet, homeless feet, home less Feet....what multiplicity implied in the wood stages of each. though they are clearly separate they are joined by the language in the image and by the affect of each juxtaposed. Why are there four inset pictures of the homeless man's feet, well because there are four shoes...regardless they are women's shoes, who cares they are the right shoe only...they are right aren't they? Do you have home less feet. My feet have a home in fact multiple homes. The home changes with the outfit. is that a home ? His feet have no home literally and figuratively. No shoes, no house to hold those shoes and no where to go...I have to go. I feel a paper about feet coming on.

Graduate School

Articulate well your deepest desires in 500 words or less.

Tell us about your hardships but don't whine and show us how they have made you a better person.

Tell us why our school is a great fit for you...actually tell all 5-8 schools you are applying to why they and their staff fit your plans and why you fit our schools.

Get to know our professors who are busy this time of year so you should have started in your junior year.

Take the GRE so you will know words you should never have to use and prove that you can test in an unfriendly unnatural testing format and environment. Minorities we know you won't do as well on this test because you have never been exposed to adequate reading material much less the foreign words like insouciant.

But don't worry we use a holistic approach to evaluating you.

No matter how many times I see these directions I feel like applying to grad school is a process designed to weed me out not include me.

What drivel. The number of programs designed to help poor little minority me get into grad school are insulting. Teach me from 1st grade how to read and leave behind bush's no child left behind.

Teach me in high school the merits of education by recruiting teachers from the top not bottom of college classes and I may have had a more level playing field.

Allow me to use the language I know and exhibit the skills I have and THEN teach me new things. College has helped my intellectual development but life has made me interesting in the material I research. Let my life hold its own value without attempting to shape me into a researcher extraordinare.

I look forward to graduate school because I intend to change the rules, even if I have to create my own damn school to do it.