Staring out into the clear pool of the American conscience, 1920s America indulged in the idealistic belief of personal success and self-made wealth. In The Great Gatsby, author F. Scott Fitzgerald explores the corruption of the American Dream, investigating the darkness
I saw a dead dog in the street. This occurred a few weeks ago while I was practicing for an upcoming license exam. The small, frail body was mutilated, sitting on the yellow stripe between the lanes. Luckily, I went forty miles per hour and whizzed by its miniature frame
Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse is a relatively recent big-screen animated Marvel film that introduces many new characters from numerous dimensions derived from multiple comic book series. From the classic Peter Parker to a slightly more vaccinated Peter Porker, the
I have yet to see a movie about aliens that fully immerses me in their world. What I mean by that statement is that with every fictional alien society, I find myself picking holes in logic or viewing the overwhelming laziness in the details.
A dandelion sways in the sighing spring breeze— its petals glistening under the pale white moonlight. The sunflower sparkles in defiance among a field of dying weeds, glaring at its adjacent life forms. Please, the flower whispers to itself. Leave me alone, and let me sh
Hello everyone! I hope your summer has treated you well.
I am Aiden, the English Writing teacher at Guanghua Chinese School, PA. I've been teaching for three years now, and in light of the current COVID-19 pandemic, I ha
At the start of my first year, I launched a new English writing class at Guanghua Chinese School (GHCS), a local Sunday school. Focused on the fundamentals of English, my class consists of early middle school students who seek help with rudimentary writing skills. As an i
A person strolls past a plastic bag fluttering down the street. In one scenario, he ignores the bag; in another, he recycles the trash. Later that day, the local news reported a car crash caused by a plastic bag.
Snow drifted in flurries down the dark December morning. Large flakes of ice rolled across the landscape like a scene from a Christmas commercial. The sun extended its bright holiday lights over the horizon, marking the beginning of gifts and cheer. However, my focus was
"Alright, class, settle down. Everyone pretzels their legs. Zip those lips and hands on hips!" Mrs. Cowler breathed an exasperated sigh. I could almost see gray hairs sprouting from her head like weeds in the school garden.
Last Sunday morning, I awoke to the loud alarm. I hit the snooze button. Twice.
I got dressed, washed, and went downstairs. Inhaling a plate of scrambled eggs and some toast, I watched a quick recap of last night's sporting events.
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