Discovering Untold Stories

As a white, middle-class, American from Nebraska, I never thought there was a need to learn the stories of colonization. In my mind, colonization and imperialism were distant and past ideas that had no impact on the average person nowadays. Continue reading

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Community Response: A Celebration Under the Moon

Stepping outside of my comfort zone is by no means an easy task. At least that’s the thought that was flowing through my mind as I climbed out of the car. The bitter wind immediately startled my body which had become acclimated to the heat of the car. My heels clicked on the concrete sidewalk as I held my puffy winter coat tight around my body. I had no clue where I was headed. My only directions were listed on the simple, paper invitation that I had received a week earlier. Luckily I was surrounded by two of my closest friends who were also dressed for the occasion. Our above-the-knee dresses and high heels seemed contradictory to the thin layer of snow still on the grass from days earlier. Continue reading

Hamlet Final Project: Fate from Approval

In every community, one can witness individuals striving to gain approval from others. My community is no different. In the city, neighborhood, and School I grew up in, I’ve been able to observe a variety of people behaving in a way that will impress others. This piece follows that desire for a approval from its childhood beginnings, through high school and adult life, all the way to its negative end results. Continue reading

The Kid Next Door Flew

Age 4: He wanted to fly.
He dreamt of flying but never in the rain. The tiny, stubborn boy tried to fly off the jungle gym when it was raining. We decided to play a game outside despite the drizzle and cloudy skies. I pretended to be the princess, my curly brown hair loosely braided, my royal attire a torn spring dress. He was my beloved prince, his shaggy blond hair stuffed under a plastic crown. I found myself in dire need of saving and he believed that he was the only one able to rescue me. He thought he could fly but I guess the rain kept him down that day. He leapt into the air and for a split second believed that he defied gravity. Then he hit the muddy ground and his arm cracked in two. That night, his mom tucked him into bed, placing his bright red cast – with my crooked signature sprawled across it – on a squishy, navy pillow. She asked him why he jumped off the swing set when he must have known the possibility of being injured. He said he was the superhero saving the day. Continue reading

Literary Analysis Essay: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Defying Stereotypes, Defining a Role

Most consider it common knowledge that the world would not function well if it was made only of men. The same idea exists for a world made entirely of women. In the real world, a constant need for both strong men and women exists. Still, this need often fails to carry over to literature. Damsels in distress plague books as male characters act to save the day. Other times the female character plays the role of an object placed in the plot with the sole purpose of satisfying the man’s desires. Yet, J.K. Rowling breaks those stereotypes in her novel Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. She understands the need for strong characters and finds the time to establish diverse characters – both males and females. They each carry a pivotal role in the book and the outcome regarding the plot might differ without them.

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Narrative Essay: Slightly Nosy

I’m one of those people who always likes to know what’s going on. Not in a nosy way but rather in an informative one where you’re aware of what’s going on in the world around you. I also like to be in control. I hate being in a situation where I have absolutely no control over the outcome. I think those are some of the reasons that I enjoy being a leader. It gives me a chance to know what’s going on in a variety of circumstances and also gives me the chance to have at least a little control over how they turn out.

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