It's My Way!

meaningful descriptions. My instructions for writing are as follows: 1. Be as honest as possible 2. Strive to make each sentence a masterpiece of its own 3. Use complex words to describe complex things. When it comes to honest writing, it does not get any more genuine than narratives, so I wrote one to describe myself and my rules for life. The Unfortunate Sensitivities of Being a Sixteen Year Old Girl Rule 1: Find the thing that makes you happy, and then do it. Last summer my

Simones would like to share with you my personal, personality survey results. The first survey 16personalities concluded that my personality type was “The Campaigner” (ENFP-T). “The campaigner is one of the diplomats personality groups. The basic concept of “The Campaigner” is Enthusiastic; creative and sociable free spirits, who can always find a reason to smile. The second survey I took was the Humanmetrics Jung Typology Test™ my results concluded that my personality is “INFP” (Introvert, iNtuitive

In my adolescence, my maturity exceeded that of my peers. I found myself speaking to adults rather than children my own age and using a richer vocabulary than the average ten year old typically would. I continually expanded my knowledge of trivial information every day by indulging in anything from cooking shows to survival techniques. (Honestly, most of it was just useless information like “what’s the fat surrounding the kidney?” It’s suet, by the way). Holding intelligent conversations was a breeze;

many multiple things especially when it’s not a big deal and when ur trying not to hurt anyone’s feelings. For example in the article, lies lies lies, by, Time , Magazine states that, lies protect others, or “ I love your dress.” It supports my evidence by explaining how it gets you out of multiple situations and things that may not be a big deal. It helps to not hurt ur friends or anyone’s specific feelings. Additionally I choose this article because it goes with my topic sentence and it matches everything

The officers heave a soaking body from the Olentangy River onto a yellow stretcher. I nuzzle my nose into my burgundy muffler as the frigid December winds whip at my face, almost as if it caught me staring at the tall figure that stood down by the river. I shove my hands into my tan trench pockets, making sure to stay concealed amongst the nosy bystanders who whisk out their flip phones and gawk as the police guide the stretcher back to the bank of the river. The tall man gestures for the crowd

our viewpoint about different parts of the world. Also, the way your family interacted with you and others is determined in a way by these key points. My race, social class, ethnicity, and religion have helped mold me into the young adult I am, beliefs, and values I hold today because my understanding of who I am provides me with the ability to understand others backgrounds. I come from a list of different ethnicities and line of ancestry. My ethnic background consists of English, African American,

When my father passed away in 2003, I was only in elementary school, and my biggest worry I had before that was whether I’d make the football team. After a tragedy like that, however, you begin to worry about how your friends will treat you. Losing a father is tragic in so many ways, but when you’re just a kid, it’s the social aspect of it that seems the most frightening. At that age, it’s hard to explain how you feel. In the same, it’s hard for your friends to understand what

businessman after all, everything had to be precise with him. Either that or it’s wrong. Their waitress hurried away. Everyone on the staff seemed so nervous when he entered as if he had this shroud of a dominance aurora around him. To the contrary, he didn’t ask for anything special except for regular treatment. “Water and lobster,” Saitama announced, “Hopefully the damn thing comes back to life and claws at me.” “Steak. I’ll pretend it’s human flesh and go from there,” Tatsumaki closed her menu, “And I want

walking on thin ice every now and then. It’s not my greatest quality, but it’s a dominant one. My close friends would undoubtedly describe me as the “mom” of the group, but others would possibly say something more along the lines of “a lost puppy”. I’d love to say that my eloquence is ineffable, but unfortunately that is not the case. I just have a strong love for reading. If you were to name a book, there’s a 70% that I’ve read it, wanted to read it, have put it on my reading list, or have heard of it

throughout my life. As a child, art was my retreat from the mundane of the world. I found a way of communicating the things I was feeling with others around me! It gave me different perspectives and ways of looking at events, emotions, and people. All of these perspectives helped shape me, made me contemplate the individual I wanted to be and how the world behaves. Art answered as many questions as it posed. It made life worth living. From that moment on, there would never be a day in my life that