The Golden Ass

To progress in society, one needs knowledge to further themselves. If one does not gain a good foundation for that knowledge, society will leave them behind. There are certain obstacles that prevent others from pursuing an education such as an inability to access a place of learning, not getting good education from teachers, or just flat out quitting school to make easy money by joining a gang. In Gwendolyn Brooks, “We Real Cool,” seven delinquents quit school to engage in rebellious behavior and

The majority of todays youth listen to a form of music known as rap/hip-hop, rap being the style in which the artists uses his words while hip-hop refers more to the beats which is then often accompanied by a rap from a rapper, they go hand in hand with each other to make this genre. When you hear today’s music in this genre you hear artists talking about materialistic things they value such as; cars, money, drugs, women, and often-about crimes they have committed. They do still talk about the struggle

“Oh please mommy I'll do anything to look better on your last look of me.” Azazel exclaims excitedly at the prospect of taming her hair for her mother's final breath. “Very well, you need to find the diamond hair tie, the silver hair spray, and the golden bobby pins. Find the wise woman in the forest of fears to get the bobby pins, she will tell you where to go next.” As the mother spoke she became more and more tired, “Now go, go before I fall

During my junior year of college I had this girlfriend, Julie. Julie was an aerobics enthusiast and had this hot little body. Her tits weren't huge, but provided a nice handful. Her tight ass and toned legs got attention everywhere she went. However it was her hair and face that really completed the package. She had straight brunette hair that went down to the middle of her back. Her face was a bit small, which made her medium-sized lips look big and luscious and her eyes real expressive. I swear

“This is bullshit,” Mattie grumbled as she slung her backpack off her shoulders and onto the curb near her feet. The purple haired girl wore a rather defeated, sour puss of an expression on her pretty face, the complete opposite of what was usually there. Somehow, though she couldn 't remember agreeing to it, her Mother had wrangled Mattie into playing errand girl for her. It might have been during those moments when the Rod had been pounding the ever loving shit out of her from behind, the last

in the United States of the slums of New York in the 1970s. So hip-hop is also referred to as the expressionism of black. Hip in the hip-hop (Hip) refers to a new generation who are familiar with the slang, fashion of the times that points to the "ass", total (Hop) means "dance" or ball in the sense that shake. And try to synthesize these two words hip-hop, dance, be in the form of music can be seen to enjoy the black new generation to go ahead of its time. However, not only in the genre of hip-hop

extraordinary vocabulary that you cannot miss the beauty of them. One instance of this is “ Having scrambled twice around the ship and received many sound cuffs from the wind, they saw a sailor’s face positively shine golden.” By using words such as “scrambled,” “sound,” “cuffs,”and “shine golden” Woolf adds a sense of almost higher quality to her work. She could have supplied the words ran or walked in replacement of scrambled but instead makes her work more credible by adding these more advanced words

A Midsummer Nights Dream Shakespeare’s treatment of illusion and reality in the play A Midsummer Nights Dream is a comedy written by William Shakespeare, it is a play about lovers and includes madness, mayhem, magic and illusion. The title tells us of the inevitable confusion to come, as in Elizabethan times ‘A Midsummer Night’ was a festival linked with mayhem and chaos, and the fact it is a ‘dream’ conjures up ideas of illusion and fantasy. The play has two settings, Athens which represents

One of the teens, a tall blonde girl who was lean yet muscular, was arguing with a short man, he wore all black except for the 3 golden stars on his left shoulder arm. As the arguing escalated miles moaned, "can you guys be quiet I 'm trying to figure out whether to kill whoever shot me or nap for a week". A couple of the other kids chuckled at that until the blonde girl shot them

The Forever Summer Fire foxtrots and waltzes with wind to a melody only they can hear. I sit on the worn living room rug and stare into the dancing crimson tendrils inside our fireplace, imagining their song. Their crackle and hiss. Well, I assume it’s a crackle and hiss, but I’ve only ever heard magic fire in the Forever Summer. In the flames sits Grandma perched on my bed, regaling my young self with lore of the magic land. Her soft and wrinkled hands move in complex and deliberate movements