“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my mother.” – Abraham Lincoln I believe in the power of wisdom from parents. I believe that growth occurs once one embraces[…]
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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,[…]
Stone Angel Critical (work in progress)
So. I did alright on the critical on the diploma, and here’s a version of that essay, ’cause it’s not bad. Instead of posting it all at once, though, I thought it would be easier[…]
Hamlet: The Paradox of Regret
Shakespeare’s Hamlet tells a lot of stories. It tells the story of a man who seeks to avenge his father. It tells the story of a man who destroys those he loves to restore honor[…]
Flame – Personal
“An individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances” I’d always known that teaching myself to live off the land was a good idea. Knowing how to make food from the ground[…]
The Ways Individuals Pursue or Compromise Their Happiness- Polished Critical
Discuss the ways in which individuals pursue or compromise their happiness I decided to write a compare and contrast essay, comparing and contrasting Catherine Earnshaw and her daughter Cathy Linton. I focused on how individuals[…]
C’est La Vie
The cold feeling of burning remorse. The desire to change what was said and/or done. The absolute need to move on. In my own words, I call this Regret. I find myself victim of Regret[…]
The Roads We Take
AP Poem Analysis – The Roads We Take “The Road Not Taken” – Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I[…]
Flapper Girl
If there’s greater things to life than dance, liquor, and intimacy I’ve yet to discover them. But I feel the question is whether or not I would like to. I haven’t thought about it all[…]
Death In Society
It was raining that day. In the rain, stood a girl, standing in front of a graveyard. Her eyes were red after having what could have been thousands of tears flow through them; her face[…]
