Thankful for a Classmate

I am writing today to say thanks on a holiday that is very important to me. I value the times I have with family, friends, and food. This post in particular is about the classmates who make English better. I sit with my two good friends, Kayleigh and Phil, and I am thankful for that. Sure, we get in trouble from time to time, but it is okay, because in the end, we help each other when we really need it. And to this, I say, thanks.

Margot the Murderer

I believe that Margot subconsciously killed Francis n purpose. When you look at all the facts, she had plenty of motivation. She had probably cheated on Francis more than once, and she's never been the best of wives, along with her age catching up to her. None of this would matter if Francis were a coward, but after the most recent hunt, it seems he has changed. He's brave, and knows all of the previously stated things about Margot. He would probably be very willing to leave her and just get another wife, with him knowing that anyone would want to be with someone with so much money. I'm sure on the outside, Margot probably didn't mean to kill Francis, just save him, but this is probably just human nature. Most people try to help others in danger when they aren't, but knowing what she knows, she might've made a split second decision that split something else, which in this case was Francis' skull.

6 for 6: By Lorenzo Bautista

The following are six short, six word stories.

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He saw the leash, and cried.
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He awoke, looked outside, and gasped.
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After the last strum, they clapped.
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One more step, and it's over.
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But on the inside, he knew.
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All that mattered, was her smile.

The Proctor Problem

In my opinion John Proctor is a hero. According to the dictionary, hero means, "a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities." John Proctor shows many of those qualities, at least from the first part of the definition. In my opinion, a hero is someone who is brave enough to stand up for their own principles, yet respects others. When the time has come, Proctor had the chance to give in to the society to keep his life, but instead chooses to be a symbol to everyone who knows or suspects that this witchcraft. He knows that it's a fraud, and he chooses to stand up and live by his own rules. That, is a hero.

There goes the neighborhood...

When two groups come together, interesting things can happen. Chances are, each group has their own beliefs, values, and way of life, and the clashing brings both good and bad to the table. For instance, when the Europeans first came to what is now America, they met the Native Americans, a very different people. These two groups did not get along, and eventually the Europeans killed and took land and brought about what we now know to be home. But this isn't just for people who lived across an ocean. This happened with Puritans and other Europeans who most likely thought that the Puritans were crazy people who lived basic and plain lives for the sake of not being possessed or damned.
Although, on the other hand, good things can come out of it, such as merging cultures and knowledge to add up to more advanced civilizations with a more vast expanse of knowledge than before, with new technologies and beliefs coming out of it.
Although there are more examples of the good than the bad, it is possible to find advancements from this on a smaller scale, such as when two people from two different civilizations come together to create amazing things, and discover more, whether it be music, ideas, or scientific breakthroughs, death, or tragedy, so many things can come from the merging of two civilizations.

Me

My name is Lorenzo Miguel Bautista and I am a student at Whitney Young. I am a proud latino, named after my grandfathers, who were immigrants who both came here to support their family. When I was young, the first job I wanted was to be in the army, and I used to tell everyone that it was meant for me. As time went on, I kept switching dream jobs, because no future I could imagine really felt right to me. I had many different hopes and dreams, but as the confusing dust settles, I've been able to realize what I want to do with my life. I'm not quite done figuring it out, but I know I love music, producing and playing music, and I also am really interested in law. I also love playing soccer with my cousins, a fun event ever since I can remember, playing in a yard that seemed so much larger when I started. So, yea, I guess you could say I'm a little confused with what I want and what I like, but I know that I want to make my parents and family proud, I want to be happy and I want to have someone by my side when I finish. But, am I scared or nervous, hearing all these bad things about growing up and losing hope and passion? Not really, because I've always believed that if was dream was bigger than me, with enough work, I can always build a ladder and climb up to its level.