quintessence. This scintillating diversion alleviates all malaises and obfuscations through
elucidation. Whereas herein lies my denouement: construing utilization is my zeal.
The sob story essay
My life was never easy. I was born at a very young age, and was immediately plunged into
hardship. I should have had a 4.9 GPA, however my numerous struggles have
understandably resulted in my 1.7 GPA.
It all started with a birthday gift of AirPods. Unfortunately I received them just a week before
the new AirPods 3 came out and everyone noticed my old-model AirPods and called me
broke. Dear reader, the only thing broke was my heart. I couldn't even activate Siri with my
model. However, I dusted myself off and trudged onwards. The next obstacle would be the
one to shoot down my dreams. I had long hoped to launch a successful career as an
Instagram influencer. With high hopes and my heart in my throat, I posted a selfie. To my
horror, it received a measly 3 likes. This has wounded my spirit irreparably and I have since
been struggling to cope. Obviously schoolwork has had to wait while I turn my attention to
dealing with my greater problems.
The overly descriptive essay
At 6:35 am, I wake up and look at the lavender shade of my walls - not quite blue, not quite
pink - and breathe in deeply. If my room were a clock, I have a periodic table poster above
my closet at 3 o'clock, a world map slightly to the right of my desk at 9 o'clock, and a
certificate for my work in cancer research at 11 o'clock. As I get up, I am aware of the white
paint on my door and the soft fluff of my beige rug. Today is a cold day, about 65 degrees
Fahrenheit or 18.3333 degrees Celsius. I slip on my puffy green winter jacket and my bright
red Nikes and step outside onto the cracked gray sidewalk. As I walk, I glance at a small
brown squirrel darting across the long black power line. Soon it is time for school, where I
will fill my inquisitive mind with knowledge and apply my bountiful observational skills.
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