Maybe if you looked twice, Mr. Gate-Stopper, you’d open up. Maybe if you saw the wolf in sheep clothes, you’d stop opening to the wrong people. Maybe if you had a degree of sense, you’d see the real potential in the right people.

Wow, wow wow.

Hang on: scratch that-stop the light.

I thought acceptance stood for me to be free.

Grades up high, public service admirable, good reviews

Apparently I got everything down except the I-S-E-E

If it’s the control of intellect and the delivery of vocabulary that defines what true talent is

I’m what you call the equivalent of Jordan and Einstein combined in a fusion with fizz

There is no unctuous behavior resounding throughout my speech

I do not suck up to see my grades go up, buy flowers for that ‘favorite’ teacher that’s underpaid

I don’t even go to church to see the preacher preach

But what I have is something what many may consider ‘god’s greatest gift’

Where a picture is painted through immaculate words and accurate delivery

Where magazines are printed, money is rolled, publishers drool, and journalists compete

But apparently the admissions director doesn’t see eye to eye

And sees writing as a gun loaded with the wrong bullet- BANG, it’s obsolete

That and the pen and paper- it’s all dead and gone, doomed to die

If standardized tests are supposed to represent the high and knock the low

We have governmental agents and the Censor Man looking for nothing but cheap dough

Because if it infects the schools, the districts, the books of inspiration

Then people like MLK were nothing-words were nothing but ill-composed collaboration

But he too fell far below the bar of representation

Representation of what, I ask?  He may have failed the standardized test, but he had words that stuck in the mind

Words that came together and are still considered divine

Because I have a dream too

A day where NO ONE is judged on color, not necessarily that

Hah – MLK already covered it; people still call his words ‘phat’

But where SATs and ISEEs and APs do not determine who you are

It sets a standard for all of us; it’s lazy, really

So how does that 10% cover the 90?

Maybe I’m confused, away in the head

Hah- but perhaps you, admissions director, should go to bed!

Because when you are raised through the private school system, your range and ability to see is significantly reduced

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  • Daisy Peasblossom on Apr 11, 2009

    Kiddo, I feel your pain. My verbal was off the charts, my math in the dumpster; hasn’t changed much over the years. Dunno what school you applied to, but there are others out there. Oh…and those entry essays? Give them cotton candy instead of fire. We know your worth. But sometimes ya gotta target the audience.

  • Christine Ramsay on Apr 11, 2009

    Wow! That is quite a piece. I agree with Daisy about targeting the audience. There is time for freedom to do what you like after you have finished your education.

    Christine

  • Evelyn Moore on Apr 11, 2009

    Keep going – I always say that cream always does eventually rise to the top – sometimes it just takes a little longer. (I struggled with Maths – but eventually got a First Class Honours Degree from a very good UK University) – Play to your strengths! It can be done.

  • kate smedley on Apr 12, 2009

    I totally agree with what’s been said, target your audience and don’t give up, it will be worth it …

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