In memory of: Ahmaud Arbery who died for running (25 years old), Breonna Taylor who died for sleeping (26), Botham Jean who died for entering his own home (26), Stephon Clark for holding his phone[…]
Tag: pain
Love; a Requiem, Epistle, and Journey
Requiem The thin layers of will and faulty delusion, I make my way up higher and higher, never fulfilled; life was greed and greed was life. Oh, the exhilarating landscape I had been promised,[…]
Night Response – In the Face of Hopelessness
In the novel Night, by Elie Wiesel I originally thought that I wouldn’t find much interest in the novel, but as I began delving deeper and deeper into the novel I became more engrossed into[…]
This I Believe: The Importance of Self-Love
Belief is a wonderful thing. Everyone has a different set of beliefs. They surround us, they control us, and they can swallow us up whole. My belief resides in self-love. I believe in the importance[…]
a collection of broken glass
disclaimer: one thing that i have feared in my life more than anything is vulnerability. to expose one’s whole heart and soul for the whole world to see fills me with a terror i can[…]
Hesiod’s Tale — An Individual & Bigger-Picture Comparison
An informal essay regarding the symbolism of Prometheus and Pandora in Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein. The choice of allusion within a story holds great significance. Whether it is an image, idea, or a specific character,[…]
Deterioration of Reality Illuminating Illusion (Polished Critical Essay)
The role self-perception plays when individuals seek to reconcile the conflict between illusion and reality To an unhappy individual, the image reflected in the mirror is distasteful, for they see nothing but flaws and failures.[…]
Redemption (both in your eyes and in mine)
I just want to take this moment to sincerely apologize for my lack of preparation for the first presentation of our AP year. I know some of you don’t know me very well, and I[…]
Blindness and Delusion: Quotation Presentation
The Stone Angel: Margaret Laurence “Summer and winter she viewed the town with sightless eyes. She was doubly blind, not only stone but unendowed with even a pretense of sight.” (Pg. 3) “Every last[…]
We, the Empathetic
There is this music that I hear. It’s the kind of music you can’t listen to for long before it starts hurting your head, the kind of music that makes you feel like your blood[…]