Rejection in Marketing

I sent my project to the businesswoman I interviewed, Jenn Fox. I chose to send it to Fox because she has first-hand experience with the main issue discussed in the site, rejection. As a marketing manager, she deals head-on with communication between her company’s business partners (both current and prospective) and herself.

I decided to make a google site because of its simple layout and easily comprehensible format, since my project was geared towards younger people looking into the marketing field as a major in college or a career path. In producing and editing the site, I kept the knowledge of the younger intended audience and the project’s informative purpose in mind. In doing so, the project was worded and arranged very simply, so as not to complicate any information or confuse my prospective audience. I transformed the formal language in my essay into the casual, personal wording in the site. I did this in attempts to create a more casual tone and an open environment for prospective marketers to feel more welcome in the world of business, while still providing plenty of information regarding the topic. Another way the site differs from the essay is the included pictures. These pictures, alongside the casual tone, provide the new intended audience a casual environment and (hopefully) an easily understandable plethora of information.

Saying Goodbye While Looking Forward

This is my last blog post, probably forever. This is goodbye to LCPS Blogs: a very sad realization. I know getting rid of blogging will lead to being able to try new things in English class, but I really have enjoyed reading other peoples’ posts, especially the ones in response to other blog posts. It was a short life; it was a good life. Goodbye, blogs.

This week marks the last grades colleges will see on my transcript. While I’m not 100% content with my grades, I did the best I could, and I hope that shows on my college applications. This is crunch time: time to pump out those last few As. Goodbye to these classes, hopefully I won’t have to worry so much about you the last three quarters. (Please go easy on me, I already have senioritis).

These are my last days as a high school senior, well not really, but soon, I’ll have the title: “First-Year College Prospective”. Hopefully not too far after I get that title, I’ll get the one saying I’m a student at my chosen college. Recently, I haven’t even been able to consider myself a high school student anymore. I’ve been so enthralled in college research, essays, and applications, along with checking out the “student life” down at JMU last weekend, that it feels almost unnatural to come back to Heritage. I don’t want to let this go yet– I’m not ready. I need more time with all my friends, in all my classes, with all the teachers I’m so comfortable with now. I won’t get that immediately, (if at all), in college. But for now, I’m trying to soak it up until the next chapter. Four short years, almost gone so soon. (Soon-to-be) goodbye, high school.


College Applications

Man, did I underestimate how much time and effort I’d need to put into college applications. Recommendations, CAT forms, Coalition questions, Common App matching, it never seems to end.

At this point in time, I’ve only finished one of my three applications; although, the next one isn’t due for a month, and the one after that won’t be due until after the new year. Will I forget about them both until two nights before they’re due? It’s probable. Procrastination is one of my absolute weakest points, and if there was a way the colleges could figure out just how bad of a procrastinator I am, my chances of getting in would fall pretty drastically. (Hopefully they see me sending in my application so close to the deadline as me just taking time to polish and perfect it; if not, I’m a little screwed.) I can’t wait to be done with all of them. The moment I figure out where I’m going to school next year, I can’t even imagine the weight I’ll feel lifted off my shoulders. I’ll finally have an answer to give my grandparents after them asking me biweekly for at least a year, now!

Until that time comes, though, I’ll still be procrastinating, then stressing as a result of not having everything done. I hope I’m not alone with these feelings, but I also hope everyone’s applications are going as well as they could be. Good luck, fellow seniors. The senioritis is already real, but I believe we can do this.


Teachers let up on homework, the hallways are covered in bright, fun things to look at, the plans for the upcoming weekend are getting their final touches… People walk around the school confidently wearing inflatable costumes, face paint, tacky outfits. School spirit is at an all-time-high. What week could this be other than Homecoming? 


Homecoming week is easily one of the best, if not the absolute best, weeks of the school year. Nearly everyone puts hours of time and effort into their appearances for spirit days, and for the dance; it truly shows just how invested everyone is into having a good time. Seeing your friends dressing up and getting into the spirit is always fun; but, the actual best people to see in costume are the ones you least expect, the ones who are known to never draw attention to themselves. Like I said, this week is full of fun surprises, and everyone likes joining in on the spirited festivities. 


The five school-days after homecoming are probably some of the slowest-passing days in the entire year. All decorations are taken down, people are back in their regular attire, and we have hardly anything school-related to look forward to until the next break. Coming back and seeing the main gym looking like an actual high school gym after last seeing it as a dance floor is pretty weird, and honestly pretty uncomfortable to think you danced for several hours on a floor that’s now about to be utilized for underclassmen to run the pacer on. Weird thought– but props to SCA for being able to put the gym through such a transformation. 


Homecoming is always such as fun night, and the week leading up to it is arguably just as great. Seeing Heritage after the week’s complete is pretty disappointing, but it definitely puts the anticipation of the next dance in my mind.

The Importance of Childhood

This excerpt from “The Importance of Childhood” by Joyce Carol Oates was very interesting to read and easy to want to continue reading. Oftentimes articles written about an author’s childhood can be a bit tedious to read, loaded with boring details that have no substantial value, but the detail in this one made it very interesting and truly immersed me into the story. The way she went into such detail about some parts of her childhood schooling, Mrs. Dietz, and “out back”– the wooden outhouses described as “a nightmare experience” being dragged to–and so on, then eventually bringing this article to a close by explaining how these experiences formed her writing were all very fascinating. 


While I can’t say I have ever met anyone who’d consider an outhouse appealing, it seemed as though they affected Oates in a way no one else could truly understand or relate to. The outhouse stood for something other than simply a dirty bathroom: the abuse faced, given by the boys in her school. Many people have things, tangible or not, from their childhood that represent something deeper than face value. 


If you’re anything like me, you did not enjoy walking down the hallways in elementary school and seeing a puddle of vomit on the floor– most likely with a traffic cone next to it to prevent any slippage. While I don’t think anyone does enjoy seeing vomit in their pathway, I believe the one-too-many times of me coming across that traffic cone is what now set off my complete disgust of not only vomit, but also elementary schools. What the wooden outhouses are to Oates, elementary schools are to me. 


Childhood was not always pleasant; although, I wouldn’t have changed any of mine for the world. Even the bad parts of it formed us into who we are today, both in our writing, and overall personalities.

High School Object

Going on a cruise with two of my best friends over the summer was a memory I’ll not soon forget. Amongst the (way too many to count) souvenirs I purchased while in Mexico, Honduras, and Belize, a small, pink shell bracelet stands out. This bracelet, although seemingly just a touristy knick-knack, represents my close bond with my friends, along with the fact that I love to travel. 


Traveling, although I don’t get to do it very often, is a really important part of my life. I love exploring new places and seeing things that I didn’t know existed, along with learning new things about other cultures and getting to spend quality time with friends and family. Some of my favorite places I’ve been are Aruba and Mexico, because those two spots remind me of Virginia the least. (Not to say that I don’t like Virginia, just that it is nice to have a change of scenery sometimes; to get out of the “Loudoun County bubble”). To continue, traveling is very special to me and I hope it’ll one day be a more regular part of my life.  


Traveling with family is one thing, but getting to travel with your friends is a whole different rodeo. While I can’t exactly speak for the other two, I know I sure had an amazing time creating memories that’ll (hopefully) last a lifetime. I’m sure, overtime, my large collection of stereotypical tourist items I gathered throughout the week will diminish. But, this bracelet, (small and easy to store), won’t soon be gone, just like the pictures, both mental and physical, from this amazing getaway. 

Organic Object

Honeycrisp — even your name has a sharp snap to it. You sweet, yet sometimes questionably and inexplicably tart, fruit. Exuding confidence, holding high status: you know everyone enjoys a good apple time and time again. No matter your form, you remain your own being with a presence like no other. Apple pie? American classic. Apple sauce? Odd choice, but nonetheless, very popular amongst millions of babies and adults with baby-palettes alike. Your shape, so distinct and recognizable by all. No matter the color of an apple, in this case: a green, yellow, and red tie-dyed blend, people will always be able to recall the iconic shape of an apple. This specific honeycrisp, although larger than average, fits the exact mold of a classic apple shape. 


Two days after the initial examination, the brown spots on the apple’s exterior have slightly grown, but the obviously artificial, waxy shine still remains, radiating the same glow it had in the Wegmans produce section. Honeycrisp — you’d expect it to feel as a completely solid rock, but this crucial quality for a good, fresh apple is beginning to fade. The smell, although, is stronger than ever, (possibly due to it being jumbled around my backpack, then left in my 90 degree car for the day). The fragrant and positively potent aroma emitted is nostalgic, and will always remind me of warm apple pie. This perfect example of a classic apple represents everyone’s first toe-dip into eating fruit; honeycrisps will forever be seen as the ideal fruit.