A Map of the City
I stand upon a hill and see
A luminous country under me,
Through which at two the drunk sailor must weave;
The transient's pause, the sailor's leave.
I notice, looking down the hill,
Arms braced upon a window sill;
And on the web of fire escapes
Move the potential, the grey shapes.
I hold the city here, complete;
And every shape defined by light
Is mine, or corresponds to mine,
Some flickering or some steady shine.
This map is ground of my delight.
Between the limits, night by night,
I watch a malady's advance,
I recognize my love of chance.
By the recurrent lights I see
The crowded, broken, and unfinished!
I would not have the risk diminished.
My high school experience has been rich. What I mean by that is I had some very unusual opportunities arise that offered new vantage points on life lessons. It's not everyday someone says that they managed a basketball team for four years, or coached a soccer team all on their own. During my high school carreer I have been involved many activities such as tennis and basketball for four years and soccer for three. In the past two years I have become a part of Student Council and National Honors Society, as well has becoming involved in H-Club.
I don't know where I'm going to college, but I have it narrowed down to UW Madison or the University of North Dakota for Atmospheric Sciences.