Accordion to 12AP

The beautiful poems we read are full of wonders But the knowledge that we seek is deep under We hastily bury our hands in the muddy water Only to find nothing and ourselves no wiser. Poetry has always and still fascinates me. I just cannot believe that such intricate text can convey sometimes such powerful messages. Even though sometimes I get frustrated at the difficult language used in these poems, I still held on to my interest in poems. Throughout my lifetime, I have studies poems both in China and the US, and despite the cultural differences, the poems from different cultures remain similar. I guess great minds think alike. In both languages there are poems about love, death, life, weather, etc. There are so many categories and styles, but one thing remained the same for me. Unless the poem is really easy to understand, I just cannot fully grasp the message of the poets even after 2-3 reads. This really frustrated me because the only times I would read poems are on textbooks or du

Growing up, I have been taught through personal experiences and lectures that it is best to keep my talents or special characteristics hidden. I have lost competitions against others because I showed them all of my skills before the match so they knew what to expect. I have embarrassed myself showing how good I am at something and then proceed to fail miserably. So seeing that showing my abilities does not help me reach the desirable results I began to conceal them. As I read through that passage about Hide and Seek, I felt connected to that kid how hid too well for others to find. During my development as a person, I learned what characteristics are undesirable and some talents are better off hidden. I began to conceal more and more of myself by using tricks to direct conversations in a different direction or circling around a direct question with an indirect answer. I hid myself too well. By my junior year in High school, I finally realized that even though I have so many characteris

  During my 17 (almost 18) years living on earth, I would say I have had over 500 mentors. That might seem like an exaggeration, but I basically treated everyone that allowed me to learn or experience something new as a mentor. They could be an actual teacher in school, my peers that helps me with homework, athletic teammates that gave me words of encouragement so I could experience being a winner, or my parents who has taught me so much. Everyone who I treated as a mentor did what they were supposed to do: educate and open up new possibilities for me. However, in last class book discussion, we talked about whether mentorship in our book, Middlesex, held the characters like Desdemona back or gave them new opportunities and a better future. Honestly, I felt like that option of mentorship holding the characters back shouldn't even be an option. Only from my experience, every mentor has taught me something. Now sometimes what they teach is wrong or useless, but I still get a lesson fr