Hey all. So my first personal statement really lacked something, some kind of je ne sais quois. Well, I bent this thing over and packed it full of je ne sais quois. I think I've achieved the solemn gravitas I was looking for in my first draft. Enjoy.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, sleeping soundly, nothin’ eerie
Slept a peaceful woman, sleeping, dreaming of all kinds of stuff.
As she slumbered in her chamber, suddenly she sensed a danger
Even thought she heard a tapping… but she said “Enough’s enough.
‘Tis my husband making noises, so I shall not call his bluff.
Tis my husband, in the buff…”
The lass, asleep and out of steam, dream’d a most disturbing dream
Fogs and swirls of color flashed, and at the op’ning of the scene
She saw herself and all around, she heard that rap-tap-tapping sound.
Source unkown, for it was dark. The sound was surely very mean.
And as she peered in to the black, she saw a shape, oh! tall and lean
Tall and lean, with teeth agleam.
“Who is there?” the lady called, half enthralled and half appalled,
Then she screwed her eyes against the light, that she might better see.
The blur took shape as it came closer. It said “Ready?” she said “No sir,
Please sir, I am just a lady and I really need to pee.”
Suddenly, a spin, a stab, the thing was gone as gone can be
Nothing left, alone was she.
In the morning she awoke and gave her tum a gentle poke.
“Sore…” as she had feared the case would be at morning’s light.
Nine months later, belly swollen, womb pressed up against her colon,
People wondered if the rumours ‘bout her baby’s dad were right.
Had she really been knocked up by demon in the dead of night?
Soon the truth would come to light.
Suddenly, oh what a wonder! Mother’s chest was split asunder!
Out burst Axl Rose in all his slimy, tough insectoidness !
“Look!” they cried, “an alien! A bad-ass, metal alien!”
Axl stalked the street in search of prey to quell his hungriness.
Meanwhile Axl’s mommy’s husband thought that this was such BS
What a pickle! What a mess!
Anyways, long story short, I’m here and happy to report
That I have quit my people-eating, now I’m in to cardio!
If you’ll let me in your school, I’ll study hard, won’t be a tool,
And when I become an attending I will donate lots of dough.
Please! I want to be a doc! You really do not even know,
Oh please oh please I want it so!
Oh and PS, by the way, my daddy has a Shrink-Death ray
That shrinks you till you’re dead and all your guts explode from being too small.
And somewhere, as our law allows, he’s out there mutilating cows.
He’s fond of doing that of course, but lately he has hit a wall
He’s bored, you see, with cows and now he doesn’t care for them at all.
Cows have simply lost their thrall.
He’s looking for some smarter prey, perhaps you know of some? I say!
Perhaps a dean! or someone else who makes decisions at your school?
Or do you think it would be best if we just lay this thing to rest and
You can let me in your school and dad will take up shooting pool
Instead of mutilating you and passing you out in his stool.
I think you get it, are we cool?
Sincerely,
Axl Rose
P.S. Again, thank you to Sixxstringer for the vibrant illustraion!
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
First Draft of my PS!
Here is a rough draft of my personal statement - tell me what you think! It's not even finished, so you know, don't be too harsh. I'm pretty happy with it tho. Anyways:
My Personal Statement
Twas the night before Helloween
Oh a night so forlorn
When the world gave a shiver
As Axl was born.
Or rather it'd be
More appropriate to say
He rocked his way out
Of his mom's V-jay-jay
Had the world ever seen,
Could it even had known
Such a metal-ass baby
So bad to the bone?
Forsooth! He was rockin
And as he grew strong
All the girls wanted to jump on
His fourteen inch...blinding intellect
And all of the boys
And men of the court
Inquired of Axl
Why they came up short
"You need much more gusto"
Said Axl with glee,
"You're just not that metal,
Not as metal as me!"
When Axl grew up
Around age fifteen
He hied from his home
Aboard the Mississippi Queen
With nothing but talent
And his old guitar
He knew beyond doubt
That he would go far
Then all of a sudden
For no reason whate'r
He figured a change
Was thick in the air
Why yes, it's obvious
Easy to see!
I ought not play gee-tar
I ought to MD!
Then Axl submitted
His AMCAS on time
Which brings us to
This very PS, in rhyme!
And so, Mr. Adcom
(Or Missus or Miss)
I think you will see
Once you have read this,
That I am indeed
the e-pi-to-mee
Of everything that
A good doctor should be
I'm gentle and caring
And handsome and fair
And metal and rockin'
With flaxen blond hair
Got flair, got style,
Got a mile long hose.
So please admit me,
Sincerely,
Axl Rose
My Personal Statement
Twas the night before Helloween
Oh a night so forlorn
When the world gave a shiver
As Axl was born.
Or rather it'd be
More appropriate to say
He rocked his way out
Of his mom's V-jay-jay
Had the world ever seen,
Could it even had known
Such a metal-ass baby
So bad to the bone?
Forsooth! He was rockin
And as he grew strong
All the girls wanted to jump on
His fourteen inch...blinding intellect
And all of the boys
And men of the court
Inquired of Axl
Why they came up short
"You need much more gusto"
Said Axl with glee,
"You're just not that metal,
Not as metal as me!"
When Axl grew up
Around age fifteen
He hied from his home
Aboard the Mississippi Queen
With nothing but talent
And his old guitar
He knew beyond doubt
That he would go far
Then all of a sudden
For no reason whate'r
He figured a change
Was thick in the air
Why yes, it's obvious
Easy to see!
I ought not play gee-tar
I ought to MD!
Then Axl submitted
His AMCAS on time
Which brings us to
This very PS, in rhyme!
And so, Mr. Adcom
(Or Missus or Miss)
I think you will see
Once you have read this,
That I am indeed
the e-pi-to-mee
Of everything that
A good doctor should be
I'm gentle and caring
And handsome and fair
And metal and rockin'
With flaxen blond hair
Got flair, got style,
Got a mile long hose.
So please admit me,
Sincerely,
Axl Rose
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
OmmmmmmmmT
Today I will be shadowing at an Osteopathic Manipulative Treatment (OMT) clinic...hmmm. I am excited because a) I have heard about this stuff but have never seen it in action, b) therefore I will learn something new, and c) I have never shadowed a DO, so this will hopefully go a long way towards helping me decide how I feel about DO. It doesnt get any DO'er than OMT clinic.
At the same time, my personal statement needs to be happening, and it's just...not. I wrote a bitching one last time, and now I am having trouble not repeating myself, keeping it fresh. All I need is a stroke of brilliance, an epiphany from on high to descend in to my brain and spill on to paper. I need Zeus to look upon me with adoring, proud eyes, holding back tears as he beholds his most magnificent creation. Then I want to punch him in the nads, collect his tears, and bathe my sheet of paper in them, then allow the paper to dry and develop it under UV light to reveal my personal statement.
I want Chuck Norris to write a personal statement about how much awesomer than him I am. Then I want to plagiarize his statement.
[sigh]
Back to the drawing bored
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