The bell rings and in English class we discuss Heraclitus. The graph swings towards one polar end. As we discuss finding balance in flux, my classmates become like walls - a vehicle for my thoughts to bounce off of and return to me faster and more accurate. The beauty of English is in the subjectivity, the contradictions. Like the whiteness of the whale or the darkness of the European imperialist that venture into the Congo, there is a co-presence of...

Wrote about reading existential literature in high school.

I used an extended math metaphor throughout my essay to show my fondness for numbers.

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