Essay

The traits of a hero can depend on many variables, do they have to have super-natural abilities or not? Are they 100% human, or are they not of this world?

The perfect Saturday for me looks something like this: Early morning wake up, maybe 5:30 or 6 o’clock, throw on comfy clothes, probably PJs, and watch the sun rise for a bit.

The person who inspires me the most right now is an amazing woman named Amit Elore. She is a 2024 Olympic gold medalist in women's wrestling, along with many more national and international gold medals in wrestling.

I was thinking- is it okay to be cruel to somebody if it's to protect them from something even worse?

I have a cat, and I miss him. I should be reading a short story for one of my classes, and I have a half-eaten burger in front of me, but I am thinking, only, of my cat.

Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.

You sit in the middle of your college cafeteria—top floor—and things become very apparent to you, very quickly.

I often wonder how plants feel. It’s hard to comprehend how there can be living organisms that don’t seem alive, such as trees. So still and silent. I remember the house plant growing from a seed, but it seems unbelievable.

I can almost feel the warm Florida sand under my feet from last summer. The sweet sea air tickling our noses. My friends and I rushing to the ocean every morning, swimming for hours and talking over lunch.

United States Department of Education,

I'd like to start off by saying that this is a matter that has multiple ways of approaching it, discussing it, and evaluating it.

In a historical aspect, “perfectionism” is described as the American desire to constantly improve society. Many people think of perfection as something to strive for, something like striving for the moon and actually landing among the stars.

From time to time random memories of my childhood resurface. Memories from when my mind was simple. From when I didn't bother to understand myself because I was too busy dusting up a pair of Nikes.