Oct 13

College Essay Workshop -- Online Version

For those who couldn't make the YWP-VSAC College Essay workshop Oct. 14 (it was pretty awesome -- thanks to the seniors who attended), you can go to our online version. From now until Oct. 31, access resources, help & feedback. 

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Dec 03
cksak's picture

Synesthesia

                          The day was ordinary. I seven years old when I looked at the number 6. I bet you are wondering, I look at 6 all the time, I have seen that before. But have you seen a color with it? Like picture the number 6, did you see a color with it? I see yellow. Anyways, I started to bring it to my dads attention and he thought it was just my imagination. Well I grew older and it only got stronger. My dad finally took me to a psychiatrist. He was concerned with my moms death that my mind was trying to save itself. But in fact I had Synesthesia. A condition where I can look at an object, day, or month and see a color. It's become a distraction. I can’t go through regular math without my mind being distracted by colors. Yellow, blue, purple, white. My mind is drowning in colors. People asked me, oh Angelina what day is it? I say wednesday, and then all the sudden my mind snaps to black. That's the color I see with it.
Nov 09
laurenwwright's picture

Frog and Toad’s birthday bash

Frog walks to the left of Toad. They’re 20 years old with a 19-year-old friendship. Frog lived two lilypads down from Toad growing up, inevitably, they spent a great amount of time together, growing a strong friendship. Today is Toads birthday. She is now 20 years old. Frog decided to take her on a shopping spree and then to lunch. Which are toads two favorite hobbies; shopping and eating.They wander down to the mall with their dresses, heels, and lipstick on. When they arrive, the first store Toad wants to go to is “Frog 21,” as she would love a new dress to add to her wardrobe. The two friends go from shop to shop, and of course stop at the photo booth before they make their way to lunch. After lunch they go back to Frog’s. They watch a movie and eat fly fishing fudge ice cream. Reminiscing on the last 18 birthdays they’ve celebrated together.
 
Nov 05
Jayden.C.block's picture

Pain

Nothing is worse than that cursed word it self. To some, it's bad weather. To other's it's a broken heart. But what i notice is that they don't seem to know the true definition of pain. Yes, that stuff may hurt, but pain is something you feel deep down. Pain is something that doesn't just go away. Pain is something that lingures, it's something that's undescribable because no one had ever looked too deep into it except for the people that truly feel it. And yes that may seem sad, but when you think about it, pain isn't the worst thing in the world. Yes it's definitely up there, but at the same time pain also inspires people. Like me, I let pain inspire me to help other's so they don't have to feel what I feel. Though it may not be healthy, it makes a huge impact on my life to know that i get to help make someone else's life more enjoyable, cause that also makes me feel better.
Oct 30

My Aunt

My aunt is an overall marvelous person. She does so much for me and I am so thankful for her. She has helped my family in so many different ways it is crazy. Some ways she has helped us  are she: brings us to sporting events, watches us when our parents aren’t home, and sometimes she will get us dinner on Thursday nights. She is a Radiation Nurse and is great at it. She has gone through so many obstacles and has overcome just about everyone one of them!!
My aunts name is Jean. She is not my real aunt but she is just a family friend. She was one of the first people to hold me when i was born. One of the immense obstacles she has overcome was cancer. She had breast cancer. She did Chemo for a long time and now she is finally able to say she has fully recovered from cancer!!!
Oct 28
sorayaissad's picture

SORAYA

SORAYA
written by Soraya M
     My name is well soraya lol. Im hispanic and I have long very dark hair. Dark brown eyes and I'm 4'10 1/2. Yes I know I'm very short. Im 14 and I play Cross Country and Track & Field. I love to write poems and read history books about WW II. I have a septum piercing on my face and i really like tattoos. Im currently single as heck because I've been left by someone who I loved for 4 months, but I deserved being left. I had a cat named bubblegum he was 7 years old. he died a couple of years ago. I still miss him though. I love to play video games like COD and skyrim. Im a metal head and listen to acrania, slipknot, Avenged sevenfold. I like to meet new people so add me on snap. sorayamoreno200 or insta sorayam123
Oct 26

Yeah Political


    To be completely honest, I hate the state of America. It’s nowhere near perfect. I mean, we are in $21 TRILLION DOLLARS IN DEBT!!  We also kinda still let racist, LGBTphobic, xenophobic people say what they want even though literally everything they say is invalid!! We still have the killing of trans women because, “They’re not real women” or, “He fooled me.” People can cover their eyes and ears and say, “It never happened!” Violence against LGBT folk still happens. No matter what people say. It happens. In 2017, there were 29 murders of transgender women (This year, 22 women were killed)! No one talked about them. Aside from the injustices to the LGBT community, women still can’t do what they want to their bodies without being ridiculed! It makes me angry. I won’t even talk about the president, mainly because.. You know. I kinda need more a scandal to talk about with him, heh. He hasn’t even been doing much, so I don’t have my crosshairs on him right now.
Oct 25

He, Himself, and Him

I drew a picture of someone loved  It was simple, clean, and elegant. Someone about 14. The strokes were dignified and bold. The eyes focused but dreamy. A sort of... grey-blue. Glasses that make him look dignified and wise. There is a smile as big as the world enjoying every second. And the hair is perfect. A perfect shade blond and It's like a cloud; poofy because it's humid.
If he saw the picture he'd look at it twice, admire the beautiful work, praise me, but he would think it wasn't him, 
because... why would anybody ever draw him? 
 
Oct 25
essay 2 comments challenge: General
lhill's picture

Sea Glass

Sea Glass

By Emma Marsh
    It was a partly cloudy day. A Thursday to be exact. We had just arrived the day before in Boothbay Harbor, ME. Everyone had already walked back to the hotel, after a breakfast in the Inn. It was just me and my dad walking back. As we were walking, we decided we wanted to go ahead and sit there for a while watching and listening to the ocean. We sat in the blue and white wooden chairs, observing the seagulls fly by. We heard the sailboats drifting out to sea. We could see the lighthouse in the distance on a small island.

Maine is my favorite place to be. My happy place. We only went for a few days, not even every year.  It occurred to me how lucky I was to be in such a magical place. Maine to me is one of the only places that has such an incredible view.
Oct 25
essay 0 comments challenge: General
lhill's picture

Sea Glass

Sea Glass

By Emma Marsh
    It was a partly cloudy day. A Thursday to be exact. We had just arrived the day before in Boothbay Harbor, ME. Everyone had already walked back to the hotel, after a breakfast in the Inn. It was just me and my dad walking back. As we were walking, we decided we wanted to go ahead and sit there for a while watching and listening to the ocean. We sat in the blue and white wooden chairs, observing the seagulls fly by. We heard the sailboats drifting out to sea. We could see the lighthouse in the distance on a small island.

Maine is my favorite place to be. My happy place. We only went for a few days, not even every year.  It occurred to me how lucky I was to be in such a magical place. Maine to me is one of the only places that has such an incredible view.
Oct 23
laurenwwright's picture

People Watching

She sits alone on a faded wooden bench afar from the green. Watching the people all around her in the same place but, all in a different moment, mood, and world. She watches a little girl cling to her mother, full of love, yet to be touched by the world. Her mother wraps her in security to keep the sparkle in her vivid eyes. She watches a middle aged man teasing his dog, making him jump, and run to find a toy that was never thrown. The man laughs while the dog climbs up to him, tongue hanging long from his mouth. In the distance a young couple walks silently with tension between them. A squirrel watches from the base of a tree, sprinting up to the branches when two little kids run by laughing, trying to catch one another. She watches teenage boys wrestle in the grass, while girls hover above giggling, telling them to stop but knowing it won’t result in much.
Oct 21

She, Herself, and Her

I drew a picture of somebody I loved. It was simple, clean, and elegant. Someone about 15. The strokes were dignified and bold. The eyes kind but determined. A sort of...Hazle color. There is a smirk; a sort of taunt on the lips. And the hair is perfect. Shortcut, simple and elegant. The jaw soft but sturdy.
If she saw the drawing she wouldn't recognize it. She would shrug and mistake herself for someone else.
I guess that's what looking in a mirror for too long does to you.
Oct 18
ballarde's picture

Every Autumn


         Every autumn my skin turns red and my hair falls out. It happened to my grandfather too. Doctors travel from far away to look at my bizaar sickness. Nobody knows what’s wrong with me. I sit in a hospital bed for 6 weeks. Thats how long I’m red. My mother gets very scared when this happens. I think, she thinks I’m going to die or something.

Its starts off subtle but my the 3rd or 4th week my temperature goes down by 5 or 6 degrees. I feel fine  just a little chilly but the doctors, they go crazy. When your temperature is 90 degrees your not suppose to be alive you see, but me, I feel fine. My heart keeps beating and I’m running around my hospital and reading and playing games too.  
Oct 18
MedeaDaly's picture

Winter night

I roll crunching, damp snow in to a big, almost square, circle, I take my big mitten and smooth it to a ball. I chop the bottom so it can stand up right on top of the other two balls. I scamper inside as quiet as I can, and grab a carrot, and ten raisins. I shuffle back outside leaving a little trail of melting snow behind. As I place the carrot in the hole I made for the nose, and the raisins for the eyes, I hear a voice call out,

“Dinners ready, make sure you leave your snowy clothes on the heated mudroom floor.” I quickly kick the snowman over and stomp on him. As I take off all my wet, cold, snow clothes, I kick off my boots and run to the dinner table to see what’s for dinner. Tonight my parents have made a big piece of ham, with root vegetables completed with a side of rice and rolls.
Oct 11
20jhenderson's picture

America Through the Economy

    Americans have changing views on the economy, and they have changing values. Americans want to combat issues, but many also believe that the current methods are ineffective, or actually harming the economy. Many americans observe issues, then don’t want to fix them themselves, and simply put the issue onto future generations, or leave it for another to deal with, this statement extends to more than just economics. The economy is a window into American Values, and Tendencies.

    Most Americans view tariffs as harmful. In a survey done by the Pew Research Center, 49% of Americans view the tariffs as harmful, that’s compared to 40% of Americans that view them as helpful. Tariffs might seem to help some industries in the short term, but have already begun harming other larger industries, and will continue to eliminate jobs in the long term.    
Oct 11
20jhenderson's picture

America Through the Economy

    Americans have changing views on the economy, and they have changing values. Americans want to combat issues, but many also believe that the current methods are ineffective, or actually harming the economy. Many americans observe issues, then don’t want to fix them themselves, and simply put the issue onto future generations, or leave it for another to deal with, this statement extends to more than just economics. The economy is a window into American Values, and Tendencies.

    Most Americans view tariffs as harmful. In a survey done by the Pew Research Center, 49% of Americans view the tariffs as harmful, that’s compared to 40% of Americans that view them as helpful. Tariffs might seem to help some industries in the short term, but have already begun harming other larger industries, and will continue to eliminate jobs in the long term.    
Oct 09

Living for the Future

This is a short essay about a recent mishap that happened in my family, it is a very dear story to me and I finally feel like it is ready to be shared.
Oct 02

An Endangered Culture

This is not just a book essay; it describes some of the major issues facing Vermont today, the negative impact they are having and what we, as Vermonters, can do to protect our endangered culture. I hope that you will read it in its entirety.   
         
Sep 28
laurenwwright's picture

Wildflower

She stands 5 feet 8 inches high, on her soft pink feet, in front of the large window, watching the sun rise into the crisp air. Her hair falls just a few inches past her wide, broad shoulders. The sun peaks over the trees, a sliver of lights peers through the window, enhancing a strand of caramel blonde, making it appear almost glowing, reflecting her feeling in this moment of simplicity and peace. She enjoys the little things that make life beautiful, like sunrises and sounds of morning. As the sun becomes completly visable over the trees, a smile spreads wide across her soft face. Dimples set deep into her lower cheeks. Her warm freckled cheeks raise, making her eyes small. Where all you can see is the glow of her blue eyes peaking out the small breach, like the waves of the clearest ocean rolling over the sand. In this moment she stands taller then usual. Filled with simplicity, beauty, and peace. Like she hasn't been touched by the world. Like she doesn't know the word stress.
Sep 27

Light In The Darkness

The night arrives, and I close the door to my room behind me reluctantly.

The effect is immediate. With no sources of light left, all that lies before me is total darkness. No matter where I turn, I cannot see a thing. All is lost to me.

Despite the dropping sensation in my chest, I find my way to the one safe space, my bed. And I wait. I wait, eyes open to the blackness before me, because it is necessary to keep watch in times such as these.

Because as I wait, as I adjust to this new and disconcerting environment, I start to see things again. It starts simply with shapes and outlines. Then things that are familiar to me start to emerge. Details appear with time.

There are no colors, for the darkness is still dominant, but I smile and relax at the sight. Because as long as we can find our way, no matter how little light there is, we can have hope to continue on.