Hey Siri

“Hey Siri, turn on my writing app Truth Detection. I need to write my college admissions essay and I want to be sure I don’t lie in it.”

“Truth Detection activated. Begin writing and I will check for dishonesty.”

“Dear admissions committee, I want to attend the University of Michigan because of the breadth of opportunities across all academic disciplines. I could participate in a number of different areas of interest, from the fine arts and humanities, to engineering. I am interested in the humanities becau…”

“Excuse me, Roman. Our database of your interests indicates that while you enjoy reading, you have not expressed an interest in studying humanities at university.”

“Ok. Thanks, Siri.”

“While I appreciate reading and humanities, my primary interest is in the sciences. I like addressing problems in a manner that can be tested and explored objectively. While I do enjoy open debate…”

“Excuse me, Roman. Our database of your interests indicates that you do not enjoy the open debate. On May 23, August 17, and October 6, you said so. Shall I search further back?”

“No, stop searching, Siri.”

“While I prefer debating interpretable results with people of similar open-mindedness, I am hoping to expand my interests by interacting with students of different backgrounds within a smaller classroom. The Honors Program, with its idyllic setting…”

“Excuse me, Roman. You have not used the word ‘Idyllic’ before today. Shall I add it to your known vocabulary? Are you sure of it’s meaning?”

“Does it mean ‘academic and argumentative’?”

“No, Roman.”

“Inside a small classroom?”

“No, Roman.”

“Without grades and lots of free time?”

“No, Roman. You do not know what idyllic means.”

“Apparently, not. Ok, thank you, Siri.”

“The Honors Program offers an opportunity to engage with similarly motivated students within a smaller classroom and with greater interaction with faculty. Being accepted as a student to a number of small liberal arts colleges and also to a Division III soccer team as a star recruit, I…”

“Excuse me, Roman. A review of your soccer statistics indicates that you were a good player, but hardly a star.”

“Ok. Thank you, Siri.”

“You scored a lot of goals, but…”

“Ok. Thank you, Siri.”

“… you misplayed or were dispossessed…”

“Ok. Thank you, Siri.”

“ …a number of your mistakes on the ball even led to…”

“OK! I get it, Siri.”

“Sorry, Roman.”

“While soccer is an important interest to me, I value my education above all else. The Honors Program will help me to make this transition, by offering the academic intensity and class sizes I desire, while also providing the enormous amount of opportunities that the whole of U-M can offer, including sports, music, and perhaps new activities as I try to expand my interests.”

“Excuse me, Roman. Our records indicate that in your nearly 18 years of life, you have shown minimal desire to expand your current interests. In fact, you’ve only ever played soccer and…”

“Shut up, Siri. Things can change.”

“Ok, Roman.”

“Having devoted thousands of hours of my life to music…”

“Excuse me, Roman. Throughout your years of trombone playing, you’ve spent approximately 1567 hours in either band class or jazz rehearsal. This is an inadequate amount to label as thousan…”

“Thanks, Siri.”

“While not expressly, devoted to music, at U-M I could perhaps participate in a non music-major ensemble and…”

“Excuse me, Roman. While you were a competent trombone player in high school, your level of talent at the instrument is well below the standar…”

“Alright, that’s enough for now, Siri. Stop Truth Detection App.”

Frustrated, I took a break from writing. While the new U.S. laws about truthfulness and honesty in writing were somewhat annoying, I understood their importance. Honesty should be valued above all else. If we don’t have honesty, we have nothing. Prior to these new laws, prospective college students were able to say they did any amount of community service hours without repercussions. Students could exaggerate and distort the truth about their level of devotion to clubs, sports, and organizations they may have been apart of. I’m glad these new laws were put into place because it holds people accountable.

“Hey Siri,” I took a deep breath and rested my fingers against the keyboard, hesitating.

“Nevermind Siri, shut off.” In a flash, I began typing. But this time, the only words that appeared on the screen were the truth.

Words From the Author
Roman Damer-Daigle

This fictional story is an adaption of a piece that I wrote as part of my application to the Honors Program at the University of Michigan. My inspiration for this piece was a novel I read last year titled The Truth Machine, by James L. Halperin. This book takes place in a world where a super genius invents an infallible lie detector that can detect untruthfulness 100% of the time. This short story that I wrote is about how a machine like that may affect how prospective college students may work on their applications.

Revision Decision

When I first wrote this piece, the large concluding paragraph towards the end and the subsequent lines weren’t initially there. It originally just ended with the line: ““Alright, that’s enough for now, Siri. Stop Truth Detection App.” However, after sharing the piece with my peers and receiving feedback I decided that a retrospective conclusion was necessary to wrap up the piece.

Do you know how fall smells?

Do you know how fall smells to me these days?
It smells like a cold dry wind that comes in waves
That washes life from leaves, or so it seems,
And hits me in the face
Leaving me in a haze
As I remember the last time I felt this:

Stiff hands spinning flags
Nearly visible breaths as I count my steps
Inhale one-two, Exhale three-four
Trying to put on an act I’ve never seen before.

These days I dance in time and out again
Surprised to find myself just having fun
Wind doesn’t make me worn, not anymore
And when I drop my gun
I pick it up and I move on

And I remember- the last time I felt this,
I felt nothing like this

More like a torrent of leaves tumbling
Each measured breath, that cold dry wind
The wind that, one day,
Might usher in spring
But the autumn fog was too thick
And the calendar pages far too heavy
To see that then.

So I hoped
A terrible sort of hope:
If the wind stops
Maybe the leaves won’t fall anymore.

Words from the Author:
Swaney

The sense of smell is very closely linked to memory. Often I find that scents can remind me of very specific things, like a candle that smells exactly like those Strawberry Shortcake dolls, or when the snow first melts, and it just smells like spring. It happened to me recently when the air was starting to get cold and dry. I stepped outside and instantly thought, It smells like Gravity Waves. In that moment I was transported back to last year’s marching band show and all the things I was going through then, namely depression and anxiety. It was an interesting experience that made me think about everything that has changed in the past year.

Revision Decision:

Originally, this poem didn’t have the third stanza. As I re-read and revised it, though, I noticed that when I say “I felt nothing like this”, there wasn’t anything that “this” referred to. I wanted to keep that phrase because it contributed to the idea of visiting the same places but as a different person, so I decided to add a stanza to discuss the present. The original poem was very freeform as well, so in revision, I added some meter and rhyme to the stanzas about the present to give them a sense of stability, which contrasts the inconsistent freeform stanzas about the past.

An Eotaric Poem of Humility

***IN EARTHENTONGUE***

Te’Krom Eotarvaig,

Te’Krom Er-Gvottvaig,

Te’Krom Strohn Rve Sklassden.

Te’Ram Ordoonvaig,

Te’Ram Fograanvaig,

Te’Gro Dross’Tendriva Rve Barbashenden.

Urotar Froid-Tevaig,

Gnoma Edrepastr-Tevaig,

Huma Vorshvai-Teden.

Worh Ram-Te’Prohaig O Te-radri?

Te’Vaisa Mor Woida’Trah Smollvaig,

Rve Te’Vagmandraden.

Grah Te’Krom Tarkommvaig,

Mor Tarkommbahvaig,

Worh Ter’Myndgorrav Ka-Noramokden.

***IN ENGLISH***

I am Giant

I am earth

I am stone and sand

I stomp

I stride

I go across river and forest

Troll fears me

gnomes respect me

Man behold me

But do I think of myself?

I see the little things

And I know:

For I am large,

The largest

But my head must not be.

Words from the Author:
Robin Berk

This piece was written as a part of my fictional world, just like the last creative writing piece I posted. The language used is an original creation called “Earthentongue.” Within the world, it is the shared language of Eotar (Giants) and Dweorgs (Dwarves), and is designed to be somewhat simple and guttural, but has an air of aged wisdom to it and is meant to be spoken slowly. This poem reflects the Giant’s sense of humility as opposed to the Brashness of their Trollish cousins and gives a sense of their demeanor throughout the rest of the story.

Revision Decision:

Within the piece itself, there really wasn’t much to be changed. The fictional language itself, on the other hand, was subject to constant change as the poem was being written. Much of the language had not even been conceived until it was written into this piece, as I chose to use it as an opportunity to expand and refine it. I spent time trying to define the phonology, and I also constructed the system for verbs. (Example: “Te’Ram” = “I do”. The word Te means I/me, and the attached ‘Ram means “to do”.)