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November 2019

The Power of Nature

Never Again

The Bridge to New Experiences

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I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list.

Sue Grafton

 

        Beauty is best measured by the eye of the a wielder than that of the welder. I find that nature is best observed rather than perused, researched rather than scoured. As I trekked through the proclaimed mundane mountain, every step was full of regret. As I endured every painstakingly tiring step, my classmates has already left; as I struggled to maintain my breath, I was well informed there was no going back. It was then on my 7th grade hike to Wachusetts Mountain that I forced myself through the declared routine and habitual hike up that daunting mountain.

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Thank You, Ma’m

A Mother’s Zeal

An Unwarranted Act of Compassion 

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“Give Compassion: Every day the average person fights epic battles never told just to survive.”

Ken Poirot

 

        True compassion is only bound to the likes of our hearts. Mrs. Jones displayed the meaning of compassion through the sentiment enlaced with family, and the impact it can harbor. Treating the boy whom had attempted to rob her like one of her own. The compassion shown to this boy, so conspicuously provided would make you ask the question: what did he do to deserve this? The woman’s only hope to imbue this compassion in this boy’s ungoverned life. Langston Hughes, one of the most revolutionary poets of his time, who created the short story ‘Thank You, Ma’m’, and on top of that, the level of writing is so exceptional, it can be referenced in Fitz’s ‘Favorite Classic Short Stories’, I knew this was going to be a meaningful read. Listening to the southern slang in which Mr. Fitzsimmons was narrating the story in, I was immersed. I was searching for an enduring theme which I could base my paragraph on, and in my search I found an oasis, this land ranging from far and wide. This story an ocean from which rivers flow, harboring many themes which relate to one, compassion. Without compassion the woman would not have taken in the boy; without compassion the woman would not have trusted the boy enough to let the boy out of her adhering grip, and without compassion she would not have sought to care for the boys needs, and wants. The act of compassion is the reason why we do anything for anyone, why our heart’s bounds are so free.

 


The Power of Unyielding Friendship

Whether You Like It or Not

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“The people I'm stuck with in my life now aren't sucking the life out of me, they just suck.”

~Melina Marchetta



        F
riendship always lingers in the instance of contiguity. No matter the confines we find our self in, or the extremity of the restraints, no matter the auxiliary in which you can increment to the circumscriptions, distance nor time could suppress our connection to each other. Whether this maxim to which our friendship stringently abides is inauspicious to your current demeanor, whether you have endured nuisance after nuisance, quagmire after quagmire to be demeaned by our vitriolic nature, whether you frankly just want to be left alone, they are always there. It was over this past summer, when I aggregated enough evidence to support this implicit truth.

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