Below is a piece I would consider to accurately represent my experience of my first three years of high school. I feel like it depicts my comfort in the safety of watching very well, as[…]
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Protector – Tormentor
REMEMBER THE MOON SURVIVES by Barbara Kingsolver Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how[…]
Liberating the Soul
This is my Poetry Seminar Response and what I think about the poem. Invictus is a hopeful poem, a poem that when you think you have reached the end of the road, teaches you to[…]
The Final Goodbye
Sorry, thought this posted yesterday but it didn’t… Sometimes I hate technology. What does the text suggest about an individual’s capacity of self-sacrifice in the face of a compelling situation? Theme Statement: The text creator[…]
O Captain My Captain – Walt Whitman
*I know I already mentioned some of this in class, I’m just going more in-depth.* O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we[…]
On the Topic of Hope
Note: I had a lovely little short story ready for this blog, but I decided to save it and polish it for the next free choice. I just had to write something on the election![…]
Courage of the True Patriots
The French soil, once proud and green, now lay decorated with shells and bodies; metallic might and the hearts of men laid along with what they stood for. Cannons and tanks stood at the rear[…]
To Fall In Love With Ones Self…
For a long time, I had been afraid of judgement. I’ve been scared of the rude remarks said behind my back, the statements and facts about me that everyone but me could see. As time wore[…]
Patterns We Follow and Choices That Enlighten ~ Polished Personal
When grief or hardship assaults us, we as humans fall. In the face of any difficulty, our instincts are to despair, to treat the situation as incurable, and to buy into self-pity. But the human[…]
The Crease
A baby. She was small enough to fit in one of my hands, completely bald but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At night, her wails were like torture to me. Siena[…]