Essay

The arguments I choose to assess for truth and validity will be three statements taken from the Application's list 12.2 (a -y) at the end of Ch. 12, “The Art of Thinking” publication. I will start with the statement (j) the premise that "power must be evil because it can corrupt people." Checking the argument for any hidden premises and ensuring it is stated fully and in a clear concise way is the first step. This argument seems to pass the first hurdle, however after checking for errors affecting truth, the argument has flaws. Beginning with, the part of the argument that says power corrupts people is not true

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I rose to the position of Co-Editor-in-Chief of my school’s publication, The Mark, with a clear mandate to transform the magazine’s entire approach to storytelling. With nearly 2,400 students at my public high school, individual voices are obscured, hidden under the opinion of a few who do not represent the diversity. Passionate about capturing student sentiment, I take the initiative to shape the magazine into a physical manifestation of rich identity and distinct opinions. I dedicate myself to leaning into the beautifully varied individuals to build bridges across social groups and attempt to elevate trust within my community, defending differences even when they do not coincide with my own beliefs. I am loud about preserving people’s

I unmistakably recall my amazement as I watched my high school chemistry teacher balance an oxidation-reduction reaction on the board; in that moment, I became passionate about the molecular world. On the surface, the challenging coursework caught my curiosity, yet deep within was an internal connection to chemistry I had not experienced prior. This fascination with the molecular world was continually refined throughout my undergraduate coursework; however, no topic inspired me more than the molecular mechanisms underlying learning and memory in the brain. Shortly after, my first undergraduate research experience solidified my intuition to pursue a career investigating molecular mechanisms underlying conditions of impaired learning and

I was born in Manhattan, before there were efforts to introduce New Yorkers to “green spaces” and “street trees.” Concrete and steel held me in their grasp; I could have walked multiple blocks without seeing the color green beyond an occasional glimpse of dead grass and limp shrubbery from a “secret garden.” There was comfort in the noise of traffic, the rumble of the subway, and the clamorous conversations.

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Matt Holt was always known to be reckless, it was just one of his most dominant traits, right there next to being a genius, incredibly annoying and to an extent, handsome. Even though the boy was one of the smartest people Shiro had ever met, he also managed to get himself hurt every minute or so. When the injuries weren't cuts from snipping wires or shocks from not fixing things correctly was where Shiro came in. Matt was tough, of course, and strong, but regardless there was only a certain extent of pain he could take before he needed a gentle reminder to take a break and some care from the black paladin. The two had technically been dating for a few years by this point, but with the disappearance of the technician and the complications

Paint powerfully swiped across a winter white canvas, leaving the pure canvas to be tainted. The calming fragrance of paint, strong as it may be, attacked my nostrils. The dust of the attic made my mouth cotton dry, and left me tasting the scratchy musty smell. Small segments the sunlight peaks through the sole window. Black paint dripped down running off the canvas onto the easel.Each black drop, full of my own passion, and emotion. No noise littered the room except my loud thoughts screaming, and the shift of a paint brush against the rough surface of the canvas. My thoughts carried me away from the reality of painting.

The three women are in a café lit with plenty of sunlight on the outskirts of Nagasaki. Behind the café, a still pond under a small stone bridge can be seen. This bit of blue is at the foot of a mountain. Madame Chrysantheme (MC) is sitting upright on a mat with a forlorn face, staring straight ahead. Yuki (Y), sitting on a mat to the left of MC, has a smile on her face and stares up with bright eyes to Madame Butterfly (MB).

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