Immunity Gone Bad was another Survivor themed essay I had to write. This one was not argumentative however, but rather a newspaper article format. This was actually super tricky for me to do since I am usually a lengthy writer but this assignment had to be short and concise but still straight to the point. Short paragraphs were also weird and new to me at this stage.

“Giants are not what we think they are. The same qualities that appear to give them strength are often the sources of great weakness.” ― Malcolm Gladwell, David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants
This argumentative essay was based of the reality tv show Survivor, since we had watched it in class. I was assigned to write an argumentative essay showing who, in my opinion, would take the win this season. (If I remember correctly, I was very wrong so don’t put money on me guessing the winner of Survivor anytime soon.)
Degrading Others for Self-Validation is a essay and presentation I did for this class. I believe it was based off an article I had to read. This was definitely not one of my favorites, mainly because it was an oral presentation; but also because I always found my writing here kinda dull.
The Astonishing Color of After is a novel I read the summer of 2018 and throughly enjoyed. In this essay, I had to create an argument, and prove that argument with passages, as to why The Astonishing Color of After is an insightful read. This was my first english-written argumentative essay on a work of fiction.
I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort BerriesYield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling – thro’ endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue –  When “Landlords” turn the drunken BeeOut of the Foxglove’s door – When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” – I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run – To see the little TipplerLeaning against the – Sun! – Emily Dickinson
“It is also then that I wish I believed in some sort of life after life, that in another universe, maybe on a small red planet where we have not legs but tails, where we paddle through the atmosphere like seals, where the air itself is sustenance, composed of trillions of molecules of protein and sugar and all one has to do is open one’s mouth and inhale in order to remain alive and healthy, maybe you two are there together, floating through the climate. Or maybe he is closer […]

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (2000)