Journal Essay Examples

from windows in the twin towers hoping to escape the terror. These people believed there was no one to help and no one to help them. They lost hope. In “Remembering a Hero, 15 Years After 9/11” written by Peggy Noonan, published in The Wall Street Journal on September 11th 2016, Alison Crowther—Welles Crowther’s mom—recalls the courageous actions to save the lives of others, made by her son on this horrific day. Noonan utilizes pathos, ethos, asyndeton, and

It’s the night before the first day of high school. At 1:00AM, Jamie still nervously lies awake on her bed, while thinking about her new chapter in life. Middle school wasn’t the best experience for her, as she was bullied for being “overweight” and being a nerd. Neither boys nor girls liked her for the way she was. Jamie couldn’t wait for high school to start so she could never see them again. During the summer, Jamie spent most of her time alone at home as her parents both worked long hours. Her

1) “Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,/That can denote me truly.” (1.2.82-83) 2) “O that this too too solid flesh would melt,/Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,/Or that the Everlasting had not fixed/His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter.” (1.2.129-132) 3) “If it assume my noble father’s person,/I’ll speak to it though hell itself should gape/And bid me hold my peace.” (1.2.244-245) 4) “Why, what should be the fear?/I do not set my life at a pin’s fee,/And for my soul, what can it do to

——Jay—— As the week goes by, more students gain powers. Katlin Shine accidentally set a table on fire. Emily Kane made a vine grow out of the floor, and nearly choked someone. Simon Broteez ran through his treadmill going top speed, and was going fast enough to run through the wall. By now it’s inevitable, Nico has to know all this has happened. He’s going to come. Tuning out Jacob’s useless nonsense, my stomach twists into knots. Nico will show up any minute now. Instinctively, I clamp my hands

In the beginning, when I was reading the Alchemist, I wondered on how this novel could translate into fifty-six languages and sold over sixty-five millions of copies because the story was not appearing to me. The story begins about a shepherd, whose name is Santiago, talking to himself and his sheep all the time, and having a recurrent dream about there is a treasure at the Pyramid. It was a boring beginning. As the story continues to be dull until the old man, the king of Salem, tells the boy

Already hearing the Mr.Beaufort raising his voice at Mrs.Struthers asking where the Countess was, Ellen Olenska knocked on the door with compunction. Mrs.Struthers answered the door and was already slightly intoxicated. Mrs.Struthers pushed her in and Ellen was immediately engulfed by the grandeur of Mrs.Struthers’ party. Massive chandeliers hung low from the ceiling, live music surrounded the house, and luxurious food was being enjoyed by Mrs.Struther’s party guests: the Duke and Mr.Beaufort. They

53 (1) “It was not a good time for stealing the body.” Three Jewish feasts were at this time and the streets would be filled. (2) “There were five penalties of death attached to the stealing of the body, and not one of those penalties were imposed or carried out.” The penalties are given as being: (A) for allowing the seal to be broken. (B) for breaking the seal. (C) for stealing the body. (D) for allowing the body to be stolen. (E) for going to sleep on duty. (3) “I deny the

A laughing puppy lit up as my ball ricochet away and into a pit. The machine exploded in a frenzy of blinking lights and bells, my score rolling upwards to 300,000. My sweaty palms on the side of the game awaited the ejection. I stared down the game, my lips pursed and eyes like knives. Around me, a bar. Hostesses brought drinks, and men and women talked. There was flirting, boozing, laughing, and chatting. People stood, sat, sang, slumped, and saturated. A rude, lewd, crude dude thought he was smooth

Maxwell goes to discard the condom. As he does so, Jada turns around and cries. He gets back into the bed and gathers her to him. He begins to rub her arms up and down. “Why do you do this me?” “Do what?” “Maxwell! I love you so much, but you won’t let me do what’s right. You keep fighting me.” She keeps crying through her words. Maxwell holds her tighter and says, “Jada, you’re asking the impossible of me. Giving you up is not an option. I’m sure as hell not going to do that so that

Kiara glared at her reflection, the sound of the roaring waterfall filling her ears. It was because of her dark fur that Soto, the pack leader, wouldn’t let her hunt. After the human settlement killed half their pack, he became even more decisive about who went hunting and when. Her fur caused her to get more attention from the surviving males, all agreeing it made her a rarity. All of them, save a saber named Diego, agreed she was more beautiful than the other females, though the only one to