Readmittance | The Horny Post | 5/18/24 (Patreon)

The following is my readmittance essay for Texas A&M. I am trying to be let back into the school. What do you think?

Texas A&M Readmission Essay

A record exists that cannot be missed dated four twenty-five twenty-dot-three. That April 25th last year demonstrated a blotchy black smear on my life like headlights heading toward a deer. A series of events lay like damp tents behold tales of suicide, criminals, and fear. My now ex-partner made an attempt on her life; a horror built upon strife cascaded into an opening of wounds all too soon. She would play with knifes and perhaps I should have known that her abusive tendencies would be shown. It was conclusive that my time at Texas A&M slowly needed some aid and an end.

Forgoing all classes as my psyche crumbled into shattered glasses, I became aloof and alone away from the masses. Sewing the seeds of my own destruction I left before the end of the semester’s functions. Haunted by the last two semesters worth of painful retention, I recalled when an ex-friend told me of her formal criminal intention. Her confession hit like a cane full of molten condemnation. A crime so vulgar it does not warrant further discretion. In addition, another former friend was found attacking my peers in a manner that cannot mend.

And thus it was so that I, Madeline Razo, had to go. Perhaps others could take head with their mothers and continue without another thought, but I could not lead such an endeavor and hid from my betters.     

One solar revolution later and I have recovered all the better. With no need to dismay I am reminded of my time spent away. The day I returned I was greeted by a family who needed me to pay. As though fate was a contrarian, my mother had developed an ovarian bacterial infection. Unable to move and in need of assistance, I inquired about employment at a smoothie bar and made my plea insistent. At thirteen dollars an hour I had found more financial power than expected. Begging for full-time employment my needs were left homeless. All I desired was to work more & more and my boss maid that requisition sore. But still, I learned quite a deal. I learned how to reel in customers with a debonair disposition and make thirst-quenching drinks that garnered a great reputation. The skills I learned from working my first real job were so immaculate and fruitful that I can take them back to open my class’ doorknob.

When I return to school the skills I learned will be quite useful. I learned how to work better in a team; a skill that before was not hopeful. And perhaps most of all I learned how to listen with an adherence that would make a sentient ear crispen. Before, I must say, I was quite the yapper. Going on and on I would talk to the professor like I knew better. But now I understand the value of shushing my blather.

English majors are known for going on & on, but none has such importance of letting someone else go on. The value placed on my course of study is highly based on the value of exchanging knowledge with a dear old buddy. I chose this path to better communicate the ideas I possess that ruminate with distress. My cuddly form cannot rest until I, enemy, & foe can understand each other in full and attest. Understanding one another is more important than being right and English gives me the knowledge to only fight what I know to be true but also settle and listen to an opposing view.

At ultimatum there remains the question of why I should be let in. One could consider that I need only two semesters to finish and finally absolve my academic sins. Another could see my earnest in my plight and give me the chance to see the next night. A third could observe my first semester’s three A’s, a B, and a D to see what I’m like when fully in flight. Those days were in Junior year due to my academic transference when I started here soaring my kite. But in the stated end only one question remains. Do your instincts speak that I will reach the peak?