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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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.
 
Sep 21
laurenwwright's picture

April 30th

I sit on the faded woden dock reaching over Mascoma lake, I feel my cheeks getting flushed as the late April wind blows across the water. as the deep orange sets behind the trees, and a shade of blue violet sets in, I start to reply this day from ten years ago. I fix my eyes in the distance and it all comes back. It was the end of April when we got the call. I was sitting on the couch waiting for the school bus. The phone rang, my father was in the living room holding my sleeping newborn sister. My mom answered the phone. I couldn't tell what was going on or the tone of the conversation. My mom's face changed, drained of color. I sat one the couch with my backpack, shoes, and rain coat on. My father was repeatedly telling me to get my feet off the couch. Oblivious to what was coming. She looked at my father, as she mumbled into the phone. There was a weird vibe in the house now. Everything seemed normal, whatever complication that was going on was just a typical day to day dilemma.
Sep 19
joseph.deffner's picture

After Life

The Afterlife

By Mary.A.Veracka


I believe the Afterlife is bigger than Heaven and Hell. It’s a Beyond. Hell is a myth made up to scare people into being  good. In the Afterlife you restart, you get a second chance to be a different person. You shouldn’t have to be defined by your past life. If there were a Heaven and Hell, who gets to decide that anyway? Who gets to decide whether you’ll suffer in an unbearable Afterlife, or a perfect one. The Afterlife should be good for all. I hope, that when I die, my life isn’t over-that there’s  more to come. Why would we be born to just live and die.
Sep 11

I Will Never Forget (Because I Can't)

I saw the planes for the first time.

I don't know how I've never seen it before. I've heard about it, everyone has, but for some reason, whenever we went over that in class, we saw only pictures of smoke rising over the once clear New York skyline. Only heard numbers, quickly recited before moving on to the normal topic of discussion.

But today, I saw the planes.

I've always thought of them as graceful, soaring above and through the clouds and taking people to far off, distant lands. There was nothing graceful about these planes. Or maybe there was, and that's even worse.
Sep 10

Two Leaning Stones

I have family in Canada and my mother, sister, father, and I were on our way to visit them. It was my father's birthday and he had greeted us with a smile that only birthdays could give. We hummed back because we were still half asleep. It was 9:00 AM, but my father and I had stayed up late. I was revising a story I had written a year ago and decided that it was alright to submit since I was too exhausted to truly critique it. I had gone to sleep at around 12:30 AM, but I've always had trouble falling asleep at night, so I didn't sleep until around 1:30 AM. We packed our bags and climbed into the car. My sister was driving, my father was in the passenger seat, and my mother and I sat in the back. It was a rainy and foggy day and the smell of petrichor had already settled into the morning air. We were taking our three and a half hour journey and were going to head onto the north highway soon. As the car rumbled on, we passed a cemetary that seemed ominous amongst the fog and shadows.
Sep 09

Relationships

      Close to two years ago, I wrote a piece called "What is going on?" which is a poem where I didn't feel the same way about relationships as most people my age. I started the poem by saying "With the thought of having a partner I shiver." Honestly, I can't tell you what I was thinking when I was writing that line. When I consider myself as being a romantic, I said that because I truly believed that I adored anything and everything relating to romanticism. Now, after graduating high school, I have come to consider myself a "junior therapist" for anyone who is trying to make their way through a relationship or wants to start one. Funnily, when I use to be that "therapist" for people, I would've had no idea about what I was talking about. I would give my friends suggestions and they would have to chose from the suggestions that I gave them.
Aug 17
sophie.d's picture

The Importance of Personalized Learning and How Our Schools Fall Short

Parkinson’s disease can be caused by a variety of genetic mutations. One damages PINK1, a protein that sticks to the tops of damaged mitochondria, tagging them to be broken down. Spring of my sophomore year bio class I had the opportunity to dig into the genetic and biochemical mechanisms behind Parkinson’s disease. Armed with a school-issued Chromebook, a world of scientific papers lay at my hands. With the gifted of hours of free class time, I had the space to dissect the text, taking full advantage of Google and control find. Pencil sketches and teacher-scrawled questions guided me along the mind-blowing path of biology and my questions popped up like branches on a tree. For the first time, I had the freedom to follow those questions, self-designing research to fit my interests. I had stuck my feet into the river of personalized learning and was prepared to let it sweep me onward.
Aug 15

How to Write a Story

this is a draft. help would be appreciated - sources to use, general tips for my writing.
this is a speech i need to do for AP Language and Composition.
                                                                                                
    How to Write a Story
Aug 06
earleyg's picture

Cries

I'm a cryer. I'm just gonna get it out of the way. It's said that on average, women cry twice a month and men once a month, but I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that those numbers don't apply to me. I used to always think that in the seconds after something drastic happens, you have a choice; cry or hold it in. A few times, I surrendered to twin waterfalls on my face, and other times, I let a stone expression mask my inner feelings. It feels good to let loose sometimes, to just unleash pent-up emotions, some you may not even know you had. It's a way of deeply expressing yourself, putting clear visuals center stage and letting the waterworks take you down the river. Of course, it depends on the severity of the cause that will affect the level of reaction. Had a rough day? Shed a tear. Had a small fight? Hyperventilate. Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time? Suck it up! Had the worst day of your life and wish you could change what you did?
Jul 31

A Prisoner of my Mind.

     Once upon a time, I lost my grip on reality. I spent years with my head in the clouds, dreaming of a life I could not have. I fell in love with people I'd never met, became attached to places I'd never been. I waited for the impossible to happen- for those dreams to become a reality.
     One day I realized I would be waiting forever. What had started off as daydreams became so real to me, and I wondered every day when my "real" life would start. I accepted that if this continued I would live a dismal, unfulfilled, life, unable to become attached to anyone or really live. I couldn't go on like this. 
Jul 08
essay 3 comments challenge: Safe
Icarus Blackmore's picture

Safety

Editing will be done; I just wanted to post this while the prompt was still available.
Jul 07
Nicole Jasmin's picture

Why I Love Dogs... More Than Cats (Essay and Debate)

Hello. 

Don't you just love it when a furry friend comes to you when you're feeling down? Ah, me too! Well, I guess we'll talk about that... if you want to, at least.... Come on, who can't resist talking about dogs?

Well, why do I love dogs? Why would we not be alive without them? How do they stress us out but help us with life? Y'all need to remember that dogs aren't fluffy creatures that we boss around, no, no, NO! I remember that when I felt like nothing, my aunt's dog came and cuddled with me. I felt like something again. If a cat saw me upset, I think it would just run away from me and be careless (Uh.... no offence cat lovers, just thinking that's what a cat would do to me). 

I'm talking, what would YOU do if you saw your dog upset? Just kill 'em.... with kindness, that is! 
Jul 06
essay 1 comment challenge: AI

My friend, the robot

I'd be scared if I got along well with my best friend, only to find that they're an AI. What if they were tailored to suit me, to get close? I'd be afraid they did so because someone wanted me dead. I read Willful Machines by Tim Floreens and that's what the premise for the book is. Great story by the way, I hope the sequel comes out soon.

If an AI was my best friend, I'd be scared but also intrigued - how long had someone worked to make a machine to befriend me? Am I that important?
I'd think the world would be threatened if it became possible to lower someone's guard with an AI. THey could be used to take out high-profile targets. Espionage. Suicide bombers. 
Amazing idea, but every coin has two sides. I'd love a friend that I can't help but adore, but at the threat of being murdered should my friend be hacked? No thank you.
 
Jul 05

Our Responsibility

My idea of justice is equal opportunities for all. No one person is different than the next, and everyone should be treated as such. A man and a woman are equal and should always be considered so. Regardless of race, creed, or sex, everyone is entitled to being treated like they are a human being. That should not be an object of contention. The only place it should be is in the court of law for crimes against humanity. If you sink lower than low, prove you're not worthy to be called a human being, again and again, then only mercy can save you if you've hit rock bottom and kept digging.