“Allow Me to be The Lead” Letter to The University of Iowa

Dear University of Iowa Adminstrators,

My only semester at The University of Iowa was made cut-short due to a “setback” I’ll help explain away in this letter; firstly, thank you for allowing me this opportunity to tell you about myself, my current circumstances, and my goals & ambitions as a student & individual. As it stands, it is the school of my dreams!

I was approved a medical withdrawal from the Spring (2021) semester, during which working from home proved unbearably not in my favor (not how I feel now that I’ve set up a workstation that is my ideal place to be in general). As you may recall, the first wave of the Covid pandemic hit around that time, and I just so happened to be navigating through the terms and conditions of a contract I had signed with the CIA as of Feb., 2020 (right before the pandemic) but had no choice but to uphold, at that time, (thus by not earning credits, I was making good on my progress with The Agency; despite how that may seem to the university, please accept my apologies for not me showing more proof on this part of this matter).

I’m sorry that my GPA had a bit of a deterioration after that point, during the Spring of 2020 it was on its way upward as I had done so well in college that I de facto had actually peaked in life. Meaning, it was now or never for the agencies who had heard things about my prodiginous ways growing up; my mental faculties and intellectual security had peaked as an engineering mind who has made many mathematical breakthroughs since. But, so long as you do not ask that I hurry up and graduate and leave the school “willy-nilly” I have decided as of today, that I will serve you–I am very capable and motivated, highly motivated to improve this low GPA currently held with the University–But, even more important, I’m 100% capable of up-holding my promise to admissions to raise the school’s recently fallen ranking.

I was accepted to the college of libral arts and sciences in order to publish my highly original and quite cool, applied mathematics, that may be strong enough of a research case-and-point per force premise to do just that.

On a personal level (an insider note): My day to day does not revolve around mental health struggles these days. Thus, I would appreciate your understanding that I have no documentation to share on this front. The only thing that technically may be of some concern is finances, but I’m working on it. I may end up getting monetized on my YouTube channel, where I made good on my goal as a cinema major at the university. I successfully directed (and starred, as the lead) in the film I wrote and produced on my own. The movie is known by most fans as “All Memories Are (Essentially) False!” (2025). It currently has about a thousand views on Recast The Poly Math.–I consider it a masterpiece! So it similarly goes without saying, I’d be very grateful if the school would please truth me again with regards to making good on my promises, please give me this opportunity to prove myself in the field I already spend hours each day creatively applying (that of Applied Mathematics), I simply feel like a bit of a loser when I literally have no reason to leave the house; I even order my groceries over the internet and family is usually able to pick it up.

Ulimately, if the school is okay with me committing to doing a part-time enrollment this upcoming semester, (exactly 2 classes on the same days, about 2 or 3 times a week), I promise I will not only land perfect scores (most of the time), I will also immediately jump into finding someone to review my Mathematical Paradigm called “Ivankovian Recast”–I shall prove my work with Mathematical percesion and effectiveness to the point of certainty, serving to show proof of myself on the most advanced level and to effectively enrich your beautiful university if you only allow me to be a lead, in which both of us are worthy of much acclaim and shall continue consistly moving up!

I’ll Prove That It’s Not Over

Do you stay warm under your electric blanket, or do you so choose to put on clothes in the dark? I’ll ask her to turn on the light, and we’ll both adjust enough to wake up? Do we decide on clothes that show that we are together?
I’ll write her a better song, I hope it is my best. I’ll prove it’s not over (when things get hard), I’ll take a limit to the test. I’ll demonstrate how to respect S. the world over.

They Wanted You to Uphold National Security

The Falling U.S. Field Office

A bitter wind whipped across the deserted parking lot of the Stonebridge Federal Complex, once a thriving hub of government operations. Now, the blocky gray structure stood silent, its tall glass windows cracked by time and neglect. This was the Falling U.S. Field Office—dubbed as such by local rumor and, increasingly, by reporters who came to chronicle its decline.

Inside the crumbling walls, a skeleton staff hovered over dusty desks. The overhead lights flickered ominously. Folders piled on every available surface, evidence of once-robust investigations that had fallen by the wayside. The Field Office, originally established decades ago to oversee high-stakes missions throughout the region, was becoming a casualty of relentless budget cuts, shifting priorities, and—some whispered—corrupt deals at higher levels.

Chapter 1: A Gathering Storm

Michael Halpern, the interim director, sat alone in what used to be a conference room. Boxes of archived files lined the walls, and the projector that once hummed with classified briefings now rested in silent disrepair. The few staffers left—like Bethany Tran, the brilliant but overworked intelligence analyst, and Jude Lawson, a scrappy field agent with an innate sense for trouble—walked the halls, shoulders bowed by creeping defeat.

They had once formed a stellar team. They had intercepted dangerous smugglers on rural highways, secured local communities from infiltration, and even foiled a major cyber-attack on the region’s power grid. But that was a distant memory. Now they were left chasing remnants of old cases and dealing with new leads that no other branch wanted to handle. Officially, they still existed to uphold national security. Unofficially, they were the least-funded link in the chain, overshadowed by bigger offices in major cities.

Halpern shuffled through a folder of incident reports. The content was sobering: undisclosed shipments flowing into remote airstrips, suspicious wire transfers from overseas accounts, and small-town data breaches that no one in Washington considered “urgent.” He knew they should be investigating all of it, but the resources just weren’t there.

Chapter 2: Whispers of Betrayal

The first sign of real trouble emerged when Bethany discovered a pattern in the suspicious wire transfers. They all seemed connected to a network of hush-hush businesses rumored to be linked with a powerful senator. The staff had never truly believed the rumor that corruption lay behind their funding slash—but the evidence suggested otherwise. As Bethany dove deeper, she found yet more files tying local politicians to major defense contractors and the repeated funneling away of resources from Stonebridge to more “profitable” offices.

Late one night, after rummaging through logs of archived communications, Bethany’s eyes widened at a coded dispatch that had been flagged months ago but never investigated. Her heart pounded. The message exposed a covert agreement to reduce Stonebridge’s capabilities to mere window dressing. In short, the Field Office had been earmarked to fail—and the highest ranks were either complicit or willfully ignoring the situation.

She rushed to Halpern with the discovery. The aging director sighed as he flipped through the pages, face growing grim. “They set us up,” he muttered. “But they didn’t account for staff who still believe in their duty.”

Chapter 3: Last-Ditch Efforts

Jude, the field agent, insisted they act on the intelligence. Under the flickering fluorescent light of a nearly abandoned office corridor, they planned a discreet mission to confirm the existence of a criminal tie that was siphoning funds from Stonebridge. They would gather enough evidence to blow the scandal wide open.

Halpern, normally cautious, pushed for boldness. “It’s time to show them this office still has teeth. We might be undermanned and overshadowed, but our mission stands.”

Bethany combed through digital footprints while Jude traveled by night to a remote airport rumored to host under-the-table shipments. Devoid of backup and short on time, Jude captured photos of unmarked planes unloading crates. One slip-up, a single security guard who might be on the payroll of the conspirators, could mean the end of the entire operation—and Jude’s career.

Against all odds, they got what they came for: clear photos of illicit cargo, along with logs showing crooked official sign-offs that extended up the chain. On the ride back, Jude prayed the battered Jeep wouldn’t break down in the twisting hills. If they made it, it just might save the Falling U.S. Field Office—and expose traitors in high places.

Chapter 4: The Unraveling

As Bethany and Jude pieced together their evidence for Halpern’s final briefing, word leaked that Stonebridge’s closure order was imminent. The staff gathered in the worn conference room, each holding out hope that their findings would be enough to shift official opinion.

Before they could finalize their report, a team of inspectors arrived unannounced. They called themselves “budget supervisors,” but their careful avoidance of certain office rooms suggested they knew exactly what Stonebridge had stumbled upon. Tensions mounted as Halpern tried to maintain composure while they demanded to see classified files. Bethany and Jude exchanged anxious looks. If the inspectors found—or destroyed—the damning evidence, Stonebridge would close, the local corruption scheme would remain hidden, and the staff’s careers would be in shambles.

In a moment of calculated risk, Halpern directed them to the storage area, stalling for as long as possible while Bethany uploaded the crucial intel to an off-site server. Jude quietly signaled a contact in the press—a once-skeptical local journalist. If everything came crashing down, at least the public would learn the truth.

Chapter 5: The Fall and the Future

Within days, Stonebridge’s closure was announced. Trucks arrived to haul away the last of the office furniture. Its small staff was given orders to relocate or retire. Though hearts were heavy, they took solace in a flicker of hope: the information Bethany had preserved online was starting to circulate among investigative reporters. As multiple headlines exposed the bribery and collusion leading to Stonebridge’s forced shutdown, the conversation reached national ears.

The press coverage broke open official silence on the senator’s shady connections and the high-level manipulations that had guided the downfall of Stonebridge. Accusations flew, inquiries were launched, and suddenly the “Falling U.S. Field Office” looked less like a washed-up relic and more like a doomed hero—its final act a testament to the integrity it once stood for.

Halpern, transitioning to an advisory role in another city, smiled grimly as he read the coverage. “We did the best we could,” he murmured. Meanwhile, Bethany, with her knack for spotting hidden patterns, found herself being recruited for a new job investigating digital fraud. Jude accepted a post at another federal station, determined to keep the same spirit of truth-seeking alive.

In the end, Stonebridge Field Office fell—but not without revealing the rot in the system that demanded its downfall. Its few remaining agents walked away with heads held high, knowing that their last stand—uncovering the covert deals and pulling the curtain back on secret corruption—would resonate across the country. The building sat empty and silent, yet the echoes of what happened within those walls continued to shape the national conversation.

Even in its fall, Stonebridge was never truly defeated. The name “Falling U.S. Field Office” became synonymous with those who refused to be silenced, lighting a spark in other overlooked corners of government to push back against what was wrong. In that sense, Stonebridge achieved what it was meant to do from the very start: safeguard the country by telling the truth, no matter the cost.

Poem ~ “Gather Why”

I miss my Abbott,

In a body used to lingering kindly,

You would have to ask me, for my sense

Who are they to know me?

Late at night, late last year, and it was in early fall.

I stood living true to being mezmorized,

I explain, half-hazardly, my mathematics in Carver hall,

Did no one there care to ask me much other than a simple how? to gather why.

I want my chaotic trend to restabilize.

More coffee today?

Less leisure in the way?

More coffee over time?

I’m the ghost in the shell is why.

Watch for changes

I’ve seen a change; And,

I’ve moved on again

Was it too late to correct?

Kenneth Dawson Lee’s Journey Through Memory and Identity

The tale following the two-fold path of enlightenment surrounding Kenneth Dawson Lee’s journey in Broken-Ness Spells & New Calluses a film noir expositional piece by Jasmin Jay Ivankovic defies traditional narrative structures, operating as an introspective odyssey through memory, identity, and existential reckoning. With a cadence that blends the frenetic intensity of stream-of-consciousness with the precision of theoretical reasoning, the novel advances a deeply personal yet structurally intricate engagement with themes of self-knowledge, mental illness, and institutional critique.

At its core, Broken-Ness Spells functions as a meditation on the intersections of memory and meaning. Lee’s narrator wrestles with the burden of recollection, attempting to discern whether past experiences serve as guiding beacons or as oppressive hauntings. The text’s recursive style mirrors this struggle, layering self-reflective commentary upon recollected experience, such that the novel itself embodies the difficulty of achieving definitive self-understanding. Lee’s prose, characterized by elliptical phrasing and syntactical inversions, further underscores this epistemological instability.

Moreover, the work interrogates institutional authority, particularly through its treatment of psychiatric hospitalization and surveillance. The protagonist’s engagement with mental health professionals oscillates between reluctant compliance and outright defiance, reflecting broader anxieties surrounding diagnostic frameworks and the medicalization of the psyche. Lee’s invocation of mathematical reasoning—most notably in his references to game theory and probability—infuses these institutional encounters with a calculated tension: how does one play a system that has already determined its winning conditions?

The novel’s engagement with enlightenment, both in its philosophical and personal dimensions, underscores its larger existential ambitions. The protagonist’s claim to a “two-fold path of enlightenment” signals an attempt to reconcile abstract, intellectual pursuits with immediate, lived experience. In this way, Lee situates his work within a lineage of philosophical fiction that includes Dostoevsky, Beckett, and Pynchon—authors similarly concerned with the limits of knowledge and the absurdities of human existence.

Yet, unlike his predecessors, Lee embeds his narrative within the rhythms of contemporary institutional life, rendering his philosophical inquiries not as lofty, detached ruminations, but as urgent and lived experiences. The novel’s hospital setting, replete with enigmatic figures such as Tonia Nosa-Deth and Deek Nesbitt, transforms into a microcosm of modernity’s alienating forces. The clinical and the existential collide in ways that feel both idiosyncratic and universally resonant.

Perhaps most compellingly, Broken-Ness Spells resists the impulse to resolve its own uncertainties. By leaving many of its narrative threads dangling and its philosophical inquiries open-ended, Lee creates a text that does not seek to impose meaning, but rather compels its reader to grapple with meaning’s inherent instability. It is this refusal to conform to conventional closure that ultimately positions Broken-Ness Spells as a vital and uncompromising work of contemporary literature.