English

Why am I doing this?
I sit here
She sits there
And she listens
For hours
Long enough to leave an imprint in her aunt's old brown carpet
Only inserting comments every now and again
Even though she is in the same place as me
She never stops me
She just keeps listening
I hate myself for that
That I force her into this
But I am elated at the release
I couldn't count how many times she has done this for me
But I can tell you how many times I've done it for her
Twice
And I've always connected it to my own pain
Inst...
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Go For the Bad Boy

            Time and time again there are complaints about most girls going for the bad boy, mysterious types. It is never understood what makes bad look so good. Heathcliff is the epitome of brooding and resentment. Female readers are drawn to his dark personality because they want to fix him and say that they were the ones to do so. That age-old adage that love conquers all needs to be proven.

            Many women stereotypically are obsessed with finding the perfect ...

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            I really like this paper. It is longer than most essays I have written for this class and I am sure that there is not a whole lot of fluff inserted in its paragraphs. I think I captured quite nicely the reasoning behind Heathcliff’s character and actions. I supported my claims with references from the text and gained ideas from those quotes that took my essay even farther.

            I could have kept my thought process better laid out. I feel that I jumped around a bit too much...

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Why She Killed Her Man

It does not seem that often in the literary world that a woman would kill her man. More often than not, if there is a murder, it is a female character killed by an outside source. There must be something different about these women to have them do something so far out of the ordinary in the already strange literary reality. They must have quirks and characteristics that make them capable of such an act and set them apart from other ladies in the literary world.

One charac...

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Moving Forward and Moving Higher

“I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” T.S. Eliot

Sitting for a moment before trudging on I saw how much dust there really was. It was everywhere: covering our tarps, coating my hair, and after three days it was deep in every pore. But it wasn’t mud, that sticky brown mess that caught in our wheels and the bottom of our shoes making it hard to move. And it wasn’t sand, sinking the moment we stepped onto a patch, seeping its way into our shoes with ...

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My composition, to me, was rather good but maybe behind what I should be doing. This was the essay that I should have written for my narrative in AP Language but still adds more emotion and less story than what was meant to be brought up in that previous essay. I found something for this paper that I never would have been willing to show my teacher last year. I was able to put myself and my feelings from that day out there on the line and, hopefully, bring someone along with me. I put memori...

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The Rebellion (Modeled on The Possessive by Sharon Olds)
My mother - as if she
owns me - scrutinizing my required
all-black outfit, requested by my
musical theater conductor, that tempo pusher,
to keep attention from myself
down in that pit.
My leggings under my sport shorts
match my v-neck tee,
white socks peeking above 
my matching black shoes
almost keep me home
as her only fashion disaster.
My design. Her disapproval.
Let's see what she says
When I wear it again tomorrow.
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Moving Forward and Moving Higher

            “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” T.S. Eliot

            Sitting for a moment before trudging on, I saw how much dust there really was. It was everywhere: covering our tarps, coating my hair, and after three days it was deep in every pore making me itch. But it wasn’t mud – that sticky brown mess that caught in our wheels and the bottom of our shoes making it hard to move. And it wasn’t sand, sinking the moment we stepped on ...

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I’m pretty sure this is the longest essay I have ever written but also the easiest. Even easier than those wonderful ‘About Me’ I tend to get every year which I think make me seem very boring. I liked my voice in this essay; it didn’t hand out fluffy facts or nonsense sentences. It told you about the character and what Sonia went through, how it affected her, and what she did about it. There was no beating around the bush.

            Something I learned through writing this essay wa...

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