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In a garden bursting into life

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     The moth is such an insignificant creature in this enormous world; however, Woolf believes that no matter how small a creature, it is still a complex being that embraces power. It looks out at the world through a window and “[flies] from one corner of his compartment, and after waiting there…to the other,” trying to escape his depressing life and into the one he wishes to be a part of (Woolf 696). The moth is like ordinary people in the world. They look out of their own lives or in the moth’s case a window and wish to be a part of a different life. The butterflies that are able to gaily fly around are like celebrities who are able to live the lives they wish lavishly.            No matter how important a creature seems when it is alive; all individuals have the same impending fate. Death. Death does not wait or bypass anyone, no matter how rich, poor, beautiful, or ugly a being. The butterfly may be able to live a happier life...

Focus on the good

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Society often overlooks the good in the world. The topics that are broadcasted most often in the news are deaths, rapes, murders, and crimes. We forget about all the random acts of kindness being performed every day and the humanitarians who are trying to make the world a better place. Victor’s father “never got into any serious trouble, somehow avoided rape, and got out of prison just in time to hitchhike to Woodstock to watch Jimi Hendrix play ‘The Star-Spangled Banner” (Alexie 26). Sherman Alexie talks about the father’s faults in a colloquial mannerism by going from discussing one of the worst crimes humanly possible to the largest peace gathering concert of the century.  Alexie quickly directs the readers’ attention so they will not dwell on the felonies of his father but rather on passion the father has towards “The Star-Spangled Banner”. Alexie wants the readers to focus on the good parts of Victor’s father opposed to his mistakes; he does not want readers to define Victor’...

On our own with Jeremy Lin

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     When I first read (the enjoyable reading, not the analysis reading) Champion of the World by Maya Angelou, I quickly understood the energy and excitement her community felt when Joe Louis was competing. Joe Louis represented the black race as a whole, just like how Jeremy Lin represents the Taiwanese community. Soon after Jeremy’s overnight fame, he became an icon to Asians. He was the first of his generation to become a celebrity basketball player. I can relate to the “apprehensive mood [that is] shot with gaiety” because that perfectly describes the atmosphere of the room every time I watched him play (Angelou 88). My family would have parties with our friends solely to watch Jeremy and the New York Knicks compete against other teams. We would all gather in the family room and intensely yell and scream at the TV for two hours, pretending as if he could hear us rooting for him. However, it was not just my family and our friends that supported him; it was an entire...