Michaella

Michaella

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Scholarships and College Apps

I know about this topic because I just went through the process of doing it and I thought I would share some tips and my own essays to try and help you out.

First lets talk about College Apps. Colleges get thousands and thousands of essays to read every year so you want to make sure that yours is creative, truthful, and worth reading. I applied to UC Davis, UC Santa Cruz, Fresno State, BYU, and BYU-I. Not to toot my own horn or anything but I got into all of them. (I now attend BYU... If you didn't already know). But the college essay is important but so are SAT/ACT scores, GPAs, volunteer work and extracurricular. But without further ado here is my college app essay:
 
Middle school was just an awkward blur, except for that one day  in my 7th grade math class that will forever etched in my brain, when the girl sitting next to me leaned over and asked if I understood what was going on. My face brightened because I knew what Mr. Warmerdam was teaching and I was more than confident that I could teach her. My lips began to fly with a fiery passion while I explained the Pythagorean Theorem I hardly knew. With one blank stare from her, I knew that she still didn't understand the theorem. Nothing else in the classroom mattered to me at that moment. I needed her to understand.
I continued "teaching her", while Mr. Wamerdam was teaching the rest of the class. Suddenly, "my pupil" began to smile and understand. I felt this overwhelming sense of accomplishment rush through my veins, just as Mr. Wamerdam placed a referral on my desk. The referral was for talking during his lesson. My twelve year old self didn't understand what had just happened. I just remember looking down at my lap and tears beginning to form in my eyes. She thanked me as I just sat there staring at this piece of paper traumatized, still not understanding how I had gotten into trouble.
Since that wonderful, horrible day, I have reflected on my learning, and the joy I felt while teaching. Throughout my years of school I have been able to find opportunities to teach different peers, different subjects. I come from a world where I was taught the importance of education; the education opened doors for opportunity. I want to make a difference in student's lives and help them move up in the world through my passion for teaching.  

This is the essay I used for pretty much everything. It has other stuff attached to it about involvement and financial needs but that's boring. But I would change it to fit prompts and cut it down to fit word requirements. This being said there were other times where it was just easier to write a new essay but try and minimize the amount of essays you write or else you are going to be burnt out really fast.

I filled out about 40+ scholarships and I got 5 scholarships. (The Latino Peace Officer Award, Ken Hill Scholarship - Scholarship for Future Educators, A Quilting Scholarship, NARFE, and the Pioneer Middle School Scholarship.) As you can see you just have to keep writing and writing in hopes of snagging a couple.
 
I applied for the Smitt Camp Scholarship for Fresno State and these were some of the essays I wrote for that.
 
This first essay was supposed to be about global awareness.
 
“You guys have a lot of different trees. We don’t have these kind of trees at home.” This passed me as strange when my cousin said this. But it made sense; the Valley in California is not going to look the same as my cousin’s hometown in Maryland. Being born in Utah and then moving to the Valley when I was very young, I have not seen much of the world or even the United States. The United States is such a big country, full of different places, foods, people, and apparently even trees. I want to visit all of the States, but I want to start in my cousin's hometown. He lives on the complete opposite side of the country. I want to see how and where he lives and be able to experience a different part of America. I also want to see their different trees.
Second one was supposed to be about an encounter with art.
 
My most memorable encounter with art was in my own home. My great grandmother’s art was hung up around the house as well as the art my dad had made. Everyday I would walk around my house and see pieces that were very realistic, painted with lots of little strokes and pastel colors, pieces that were bold, brightly painted abstracts. They were all great pieces of art but so very different. These pieces of art in my home taught me that we can be different and coincide in perfect harmony.
 

And then my personal statement. And just for the record I got the alternate spot for that scholarship. By I really owe a huge thanks to my Ap Lit. teacher Ms. Potter she helped me rework these essays time and time again. This leads me to my next point, always have someone read your essays and I know this maybe hard because this isn't a response to a book or a history essay but its about your life. But if there is a typo and/or bad grammar they will just move on so make sure you have someone read your essays, it could make all the difference. But always look for scholarships ask your grandparents, parents, places you volunteer, places you work because random places give out scholarships. My grandpa sent me a clipping of a magazine from a organization he is a part of and all I had to do was write an essay about how we can appreciate federal employees more (at least that's what I thought it was.). But I won 1000 for just writing an essay.
 
Here it is:
At the beginning of America the government wasn’t just a distant institution, we were our government. The government wasn’t a separate entity that served us. We as a country embraced “We the people” and we were a part of the system that we built. We have lost this sense of pride in our government. The gap between the people and Washington keeps growing; and because of this, people who carry out services for the government such as construction, research, and innovation have been forgotten. These people work daily to build this country and better the lives of our people. By viewing the government as an institution that we are a part of, we will ensure we appreciate our peers for the work they do everyday. This view can be put into place by exposing teenagers and children to their government throughout their education.
This gap between the government is rooted because in reality not every American can visit Washington D.C. and be a part of that system. However, local government leads to state governments overall ending in the Federal government. We need to be involved in our local and state governments, by taking part in the process we begin to appreciate it and then we begin to see all the people who carry it out from congressmen to mailmen. Being a part of our government will make us recognize all the people who work for the government, our neighbors, other parents in the PTA, and our dog sitter, we begin to see what they give up to make the invaluable contributions to the country we live in.
 
 
Seeing ourselves as part of the government is a viewpoint that isn’t built in a day. Its grown over a period of time as we take part and listen to others. This viewpoint can be discovered at public schools. Most seniors have to take economics and government before they graduate and each class is usually a semester long. I chose to take AP Government and AP Economics during my senior year. Therefore, instead of each class being just a semester each class is a full school year. I believe that seniors ought to take a full year of government because this allows students to learn curriculum and discuss what is going on in the government right now. Students in the semester class are rushed through the basics of government without having time to stop and thinking about what they are learning. It is very different to learn about something and then being able to apply it to your own life. Throughout my studies I have learned about the complexity of government and have begun to appreciate not only political leaders but those workers who carry out everyday tasks. Through class discussions throughout the year I know that every person who works for the federal government contributes to this great country and I truly appreciate their service every day.
We can’t make people appreciate all the work that is done for them but we can teach them about their government and discuss federal employees who serve them everyday in an active learning environment. This class shouldn’t just be for seniors but students should be taught about their governments from a young age. Each school year should touch on government and each year the curriculum should go more in depth. Being taught government doesn’t put beliefs in students heads but gives them a chance to discover that there is more to our government than just “rich white guys in suits.”
    America wasn’t built in a day and neither is a perspective. Federal employees do a lot for America and they should be recognized. By teaching students more in depth about our government students will be able to discover the part they play in their own government and this will segway to their appreciation of the work that is done for them. We the people and we need to continue educating students about the part they play and by doing that they will be able to recognize the federal employees that serve them everyday.

(Yes I know this formatting is whack but I don't know what's going on and I'm really frustrated at this point.) ANYWAYS this is the essay I wrote and I was able to answer the prompt and tie in my love for education. And I totally owe Mrs. Evangelo a thank you because her lectures totally inspired this essay. So keep writing and keep up on dues dates because they come fast.
 Till next time and Good Luck!
Throwback to graduation! :)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Dramaturgy

Dramaturgy is a new occupation that has emerged from the theatre world.  A dramaturge is not defined clearly because it constantly redefining itself. But to put this into simpler terms the dramaturge works with the writer and the director to refine the script and show. A dramaturge can do new play dramaturgy which works with the playwright to bring out all the ideas and intent they have and to make sure that it makes sense and is historically accurate (if that applies). They can also work with the director, production team, and actors to make sure that the play is coherent and again historically accurate. The dramaturge can also work with the audience by putting extra information about the time era and general facts about the play and many of them do websites that allow audience members learn more about the show.

I'm talking about this because I think this is really cool occupation and not many people know about it. (Which really is a shame.) But its out there and you can study it in college and all that jazz. In class we are practicing new play dramaturgy where the dramaturge works with the playwright and so we all had to write plays and then from small groups we had to pick one. Mine was not chosen (its fine people like comedy more than dramas... lame,  I know.) But I'd still like to share it with you. But this is a sad play there isn't a happy ending its just life. Without further ado....


The Ones We Never Get To Love

By Michaella Scholz

Cast: Shelby – Young woman who has been recently married and just found out she lost her baby.

Max- Shelby’s husband who is very overprotective.

 

Shelby is sitting quietly alone. We can tell she is deep and thought. Max and Shelby are have been married almost a year and Shelby 21 weeks with child. Max comes home from work. Shelby does not look at Max.

Max

 Shelby?

Shelby

 In here.

Max

 Hey darling

Max kisses Shelby on the cheek to which there is no response.

Max

 Shelby? Are you okay?

Shelby

 I’m fine.

Max

Promise?

Shelby

 Sure.

Max

 Well what’s wrong then?

Shelby

 Nothing. Nothing is wrong.

Max

 Babe, I know you. Just tell me.

Shelby

 Max, please.

Max

I just want to help.

Max pauses and grabs Shelby’s hand

Max

 Please, let me help you. That’s what I’m here for.

Shelby

 It’s just so hard.

Staring off into the distance

 When I was a teenager I loved to be around babies. I loved to hold them and cuddle them and pretend they were mine. My biggest fear was not being able to have a baby. That thought would always be in the back of my mind. When we found out that we were pregnant I was so happy but I was also so scared that it could all be gone in an instant.

Max

 You’re almost there. We are going to have a baby!

Shelby

 Except I’m not.

Max

 Wait what are you talking about?

Shelby

 I miscarried. I miscarried. I had a baby inside me and now it’s gone. My fear came true.

Max: Shelby, I’m so sorry.

Shelby is quite and still not looking at Max.

 Max

 This isn’t our only chance. We can try it again.   

Shelby

 Except for the fact that I have “Uterine Wall Scarring”.

Max

 Babe, We can overcome that. 

Shelby

 You don’t understand.

Shelby finally looks at Max

Shelby

It makes it really hard for me to have children.

Max

 Hard is not impossible.

Shelby

 But I don’t know if I could do this again. I never got to see Marcus.

Max pauses. Processing the fact that he was going to have a son.

Max

We were going to have a boy?

Shelby

 Yeah I found out today.

Max

 I was going to have a son.

Shelby

 I’m sorry.

Max

 This isn’t your fault.

Shelby

 Yes it is.

Max

 Stop saying that. You had no control over this.

Shelby

 The one thing that I am supposed to be able to do, like every other woman I can’t. And I can’t do anything about it. And I’m so sorry. I know you wanted children and I can’t give you that. You have a job and you provide for me and all you wanted was a family to come home to and I can’t give you that. We are already married so I’m not going anywhere. But if you want to a get a divorce and find another woman who can give you a healthy and living son. I understand…

                              Max

Shelby. You’re my family.

Shelby

 I’m not enough.

Max

 You are.

Shelby is quite and nonresponsive Max grabs her hand

Max

 We are in this together

Shelby is still quite. Max turns her face so she is looking at him and Shelby begins to sob.

Max

Hush. Hush.

Shelby

What happens to him Max?

Max?

Max

 I don’t know.

Shelby

 I want my baby.

Max

I have to be enough.

I love you. And that has to be enough.

Shelby

I love you too.

Max

If we are able to have a baby, great. If not, it’s okay. I have a beautiful wife who I get to take care of for the rest of my days.

Shelby

And I have a great husband who acts like a child anyways.

Shelby begins to softly laugh and lets Max hold her. After a pause the phone rings. Max gets up to go get the phone.

Max

Hello?

Uhh… Mom! How are you?

Good, good.

No mom it’s okay you don’t need to come down for the baby.

Max’s mom keeps pestering him about coming to visit when that baby is born Max just keeps getting more frustrated.

No mom please!

Can we please talk about this later?

Mom there is no baby to see!

Max realizes that he had been quite rash and loud with the last line and looks over at Shelby who has now curled up onto the couch.

I’m sorry..  

I have to go.

     Max hangs up the phone and goes over to Shelby

Max

 Have you told your mom?

                                     Shelby shakes her head no

Max

 I can if…

Shelby again shakes her head no

Max

She needs to know.

Shelby

 I can’t.

Max

 Why not?

Shelby

Why couldn’t this have just worked out? Why did this happen to us?

Max

 I don’t know.

Shelby

 I just want to die.

Max

Don’t say that.

Shelby

 But it’s true

Max

What about me?

Shelby just stares at him shocked

Max

Aren’t I enough? You say you love me but then you want to die?

Max

 I’m here and it’s like that doesn’t even matter to you.

Shelby

 But Max… You do.

Max walks out. Shelby is all alone left in the silence. Max walks back in with a blanket that he drapes around Shelby.

Max

 I didn’t want to marry you so that I could have kids. I married you because I love you. And I love you more than I did when I asked you to marry me.

He is still your baby.

Shelby

 I know.

Max

 He loves you.

Shelby

 I love you. You would have made a great Father.

Max

 Shelby, I can’t imagine a better mother than you. You’re loving. You make everybody smile. And you, are so beautiful.

Shelby? When you said you couldn’t tell your mom about the miscarriage what did you mean about that?

Don’t shut me out now?

Shelby

 I was supposed to have another brother. His name was going to be Marcus. My mom already knows that if it was a boy I was going to name him Marcus. I don’t want her to have to live through that again. I remember her crying all the time trying to cope with the fact that her son was gone. She closed up and I felt like I barely saw her. I can’t do that to her again.

I know I have to tell her.  I just don’t know when to do it.

Max

 I can be there with you.

Shelby

 No.

Max

But…

Shelby

 Max I know you want to be there for me but this is something I need to do for myself.

And my mom.

Max

 Okay.

Shelby

 Thank you.

Max

Why didn’t you ever say anything?

Shelby

Um it’s not something we talked about. And I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up.

Max

Yeah I understand. But you know you can talk about anything with me.

Shelby

Yes I know.

                              Max

I’ll always be here for you.

Shelby

 Yes I know.

Max

 Always.

Shelby

I don’t know what I would do without you.

Max

You’d be fine. You are a strong woman with a big heart.

Shelby

But I don’t think I could do this alone.

Max

This?

Shelby

Just life in general.

Max

 Well good thing you don’t have to.

Shelby

 Neither of us do.

Max

For better or for worse.

Shelby

In sickness and in health.

Max

Till death do us part.

There is a knock at the door

Max

Do you want me to get that?

Shelby

No its okay. I’ve got it.

Shelby goes offstage.

Shelby: Mom?

Life happens and we find people who get us to keep going. And in the end it will all work out. I promise. Till next time folks!