Expository Essay
The price of healthcare in America has changed over the years, however, the extent of the changes have also changed over time.
The earliest time in American history in which health care became a thing was towards the end of the 1800’s. Healthcare really progressed during President Franklin Roosevelt “New Deal” initiative. Social Security was a big change because it allowed for something to help the elderly.
The income of households is one of the biggest factors in the American health care system. It can determine what will be paid for with a households healthcare and what insurance will help contribute to.
Heathcare has both had a divide and been the exact same in some ways based on region. Michigan is an example of when healthcare
The earliest time in American history in which health care became a thing was towards the end of the 1800’s. Healthcare really progressed during President Franklin Roosevelt “New Deal” initiative. Social Security was a big change because it allowed for something to help the elderly.
The income of households is one of the biggest factors in the American health care system. It can determine what will be paid for with a households healthcare and what insurance will help contribute to.
Heathcare has both had a divide and been the exact same in some ways based on region. Michigan is an example of when healthcare
College Essay
Time really likes to kick procrastinators in the teeth. I was typing like a maniac on my computer. Doing 2 months of work over a three day period was awful, and I only one more night of work. If I didn’t get this argumentative essay project done I was going to fail the second quarter of English. I took the briefest of breaks and grabbed the pillow on my bed.
“Mhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed into it. My break ended as my weary fingers went back to work.
This incident was not an uncommon situation for me. Rushing to finish assignments at the cost of getting sleep. I usually was able to get things done, but I was a wreck who was always tired, and my grades weren’t in any way what they could have been theoretically, because there were time when easy work was marked incomplete because I waited to the last possibly minute to finish it.
After this experience with my english class, things changed for me. I was a good student who could have been a great student if I applied myself and I knew it. I began putting aside more time at home for school work, and I never had a situation like that one again. Not only that, but even though I didn’t get the grade I could have had because of my procrastination, I still managed to pass the class with an A.
Now that I don’t do awful stuff like putting off such an important assignment, I have become such an amazing student. I will bring my this best version of myself to anywhere I go. I will bring my work ethic to anywhere I go in life.
“Mhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed into it. My break ended as my weary fingers went back to work.
This incident was not an uncommon situation for me. Rushing to finish assignments at the cost of getting sleep. I usually was able to get things done, but I was a wreck who was always tired, and my grades weren’t in any way what they could have been theoretically, because there were time when easy work was marked incomplete because I waited to the last possibly minute to finish it.
After this experience with my english class, things changed for me. I was a good student who could have been a great student if I applied myself and I knew it. I began putting aside more time at home for school work, and I never had a situation like that one again. Not only that, but even though I didn’t get the grade I could have had because of my procrastination, I still managed to pass the class with an A.
Now that I don’t do awful stuff like putting off such an important assignment, I have become such an amazing student. I will bring my this best version of myself to anywhere I go. I will bring my work ethic to anywhere I go in life.
Rhetorical Analysis
In the novel Good Omens, co-authors Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett wanted me to feel both amused and entertained because of their witty writing, but also be thoughtful of the social commentary that they put in throughout the book. The real theme that runs throughout the book is despite what someone’s outward persona maybe, they shouldn’t be judged solely on that. This can be seen in the books very beginning where demon Crowley and angel Aziraphale show that they’re actually way more alike then what their labels would imply.
I describe the target audience of this novel as targeted at a general audience, or at least anyone with a good sense of humor. There are a bunch of interesting characters both male and female in this novel who are given sections of the book, and I don’t think that there's an inherent divide in gender. The one thing I will say is that people who aren’t willing to question and be critical of religion or government might be put off by this book, however the novel could also be a good way to maybe get them to change their perspective on that.
Gaiman and Pratchett use over-the-top humor in order to get their point across to the reader. There have been plenty of works that use stories from the bible in order to get their point across, however because of the comedy that is implemented in the story you can see how ridiculous people who simply follow instructions without ever questioning them can be. They also jump from character perspective to character perspective. This is a great way to compare the ideals that each character is preaching and can be used to show the reader how the free-thinking ideals are better than the non-thinking followers.
The real highlight of this book for me is how Gaiman and Pratchett develop their characters by using the aforementioned techniques. The comedy can make a reader connect with a character or be used to emphasize how joyous a free thinking society can be. The evil demon characters all have over-the-top titles like “Prince of Hell” and such, which will give the reader a chuckle but also make you instantly think about how those characters aren’t grand leaders like they pretend to be and what they preach is also bad. The comedy also makes the moments when things get serious in the book seem all the more important to the reader. The switching of character perspectives allows for every single character to have a personality and goals in life no matter how minor they are.
The tone and comedy of the novel might disarm anyone who wouldn’t want to read a book that they might view as “too preachy” to sink into the world of this book. The reader will understand the message of the story without feeling like they’ve been hit over the head with it.
I describe the target audience of this novel as targeted at a general audience, or at least anyone with a good sense of humor. There are a bunch of interesting characters both male and female in this novel who are given sections of the book, and I don’t think that there's an inherent divide in gender. The one thing I will say is that people who aren’t willing to question and be critical of religion or government might be put off by this book, however the novel could also be a good way to maybe get them to change their perspective on that.
Gaiman and Pratchett use over-the-top humor in order to get their point across to the reader. There have been plenty of works that use stories from the bible in order to get their point across, however because of the comedy that is implemented in the story you can see how ridiculous people who simply follow instructions without ever questioning them can be. They also jump from character perspective to character perspective. This is a great way to compare the ideals that each character is preaching and can be used to show the reader how the free-thinking ideals are better than the non-thinking followers.
The real highlight of this book for me is how Gaiman and Pratchett develop their characters by using the aforementioned techniques. The comedy can make a reader connect with a character or be used to emphasize how joyous a free thinking society can be. The evil demon characters all have over-the-top titles like “Prince of Hell” and such, which will give the reader a chuckle but also make you instantly think about how those characters aren’t grand leaders like they pretend to be and what they preach is also bad. The comedy also makes the moments when things get serious in the book seem all the more important to the reader. The switching of character perspectives allows for every single character to have a personality and goals in life no matter how minor they are.
The tone and comedy of the novel might disarm anyone who wouldn’t want to read a book that they might view as “too preachy” to sink into the world of this book. The reader will understand the message of the story without feeling like they’ve been hit over the head with it.
Vignette
Early Morning Matters
“Matthew, you up?!” Regretfully after that interruption, I wake up. My eyes force themselves to open, although a higher power tries to keep them shut. The Sun appears to be out, although thankfully the blue curtain in my room is doing its best to keep that out. Unfortunately, my bedroom door had been wedged open, and now the awful light of the windows across the hall showed their true colors and performed a sneak attack from behind. My pupils tried their best to fight back, but in the end, the sunlight grabbed them and pulled them open with sickening precision and striking accuracy.
“Matthew are you up?!” the incredibly familiar voice loudly shou- er, politely asks.
“Yes. Yes, I’m up. Definitely up!” I yelled back. My arms and legs are still working on the whole “being awake part” so I guess it was good I still laying in the bed.
My father is a colorful character, although I could probably come up with a pretty good argument that he lives in a world of black and white. He’s well-meaning for all the right things though, and I he does the right thing most of the time.
“Well hurry up, I made eggs and they’re going to be cold soon.” Despite my displeasure with being awake this early, it was a nice gesture, and I’m sure in about ten minutes I’ll really appreciate it. I mean, man’s greatest creation is breakfast food. Breakfast food, Chinese food, and shrimp, but the latter two aren’t a morning food.
Creak! Creak! Creak! The old floorboards gave off their signature sound, thankfully for my sisters, one was staying a night at a friends house, and the other was in a warm blanket-inspired coma. As I hopped down the stairs my nose instinctively searched for the scent of grease, meat, and that weirdly wonderful burning smell. You know the one. Surely you couldn’t make scrambled eggs with melted cheese and onions, without wonderful artery-clogging bacon as a side dish? Unfortunately, the scent appeared to only be in my head, and my tired expression turned more and more into a frown with each step I took down the stairs.
As I slowly dragged myself through the dining room towards our kitchen, my pupils seemed to finally have adjusted to the sunlight. As I crossed through the arch between rooms, I could see my dad seated at the kitchen table. I could tell that he hadn’t been up for long, because his hair looked really unkempt, with his pitch black parts flowing one way and the grayer parts of his hair pulled as far as possible the other way. The other thing that my eyesight picked up on was that, unfortunately, my sense of smell hadn’t been clogged up, eggs had been scrambled, but there was no bacon to be seen. If this was just a normal school day, this would have been fine, but on a weekend morning?! No, at that simply wouldn’t do.
“Here’s a plate;”; he said handing it in my general direction.
“Oh, uh thanks, dad.” It was one of the few times he managed to get the drop on me. Silence was not golden in his world. And the “Vrooom!” his sometimes red, sometimes dirt colored truck made when it pulled into the driveway when he got home from work, seemed to be permanently ingrained into my head. Over the years I heard it enough that it was almost weird when it didn’t announce the old man’s presence. I grabbed the plate from him, making sure to avoid the minor chipped area on the bottom of the plate. The plate was clean, but I almost wanted to instinctively check the plate to see if it had grease, dirt, or syrup on in that order. My dad was pretty good with the hygiene thing, but he seemed to have perpetual work hands.
I loaded my plate with scrambled eggs and went to sit at the often used, rarely eaten at kitchen table. I shoved some outdated newspapers out of the way and took a seat at one of the “classic”(falling apart) chairs that passed through our family from one house to another over the 40+ years we have owned them. As I sat there eating my breakfast, I think I became a bit more appreciative. Maybe it was because they were actually pretty dang decent scrambled eggs. Maybe it was because I was waking up more and I had a clearer head. Maybe it was because I knew it was a weekend and no matter what happened, I could take a nap later. No matter what the specific reason was, I was actually having a pretty good morning. So I looked at my father and I said something deep and emotional: “Pretty good eggs dad.”
“Matthew, you up?!” Regretfully after that interruption, I wake up. My eyes force themselves to open, although a higher power tries to keep them shut. The Sun appears to be out, although thankfully the blue curtain in my room is doing its best to keep that out. Unfortunately, my bedroom door had been wedged open, and now the awful light of the windows across the hall showed their true colors and performed a sneak attack from behind. My pupils tried their best to fight back, but in the end, the sunlight grabbed them and pulled them open with sickening precision and striking accuracy.
“Matthew are you up?!” the incredibly familiar voice loudly shou- er, politely asks.
“Yes. Yes, I’m up. Definitely up!” I yelled back. My arms and legs are still working on the whole “being awake part” so I guess it was good I still laying in the bed.
My father is a colorful character, although I could probably come up with a pretty good argument that he lives in a world of black and white. He’s well-meaning for all the right things though, and I he does the right thing most of the time.
“Well hurry up, I made eggs and they’re going to be cold soon.” Despite my displeasure with being awake this early, it was a nice gesture, and I’m sure in about ten minutes I’ll really appreciate it. I mean, man’s greatest creation is breakfast food. Breakfast food, Chinese food, and shrimp, but the latter two aren’t a morning food.
Creak! Creak! Creak! The old floorboards gave off their signature sound, thankfully for my sisters, one was staying a night at a friends house, and the other was in a warm blanket-inspired coma. As I hopped down the stairs my nose instinctively searched for the scent of grease, meat, and that weirdly wonderful burning smell. You know the one. Surely you couldn’t make scrambled eggs with melted cheese and onions, without wonderful artery-clogging bacon as a side dish? Unfortunately, the scent appeared to only be in my head, and my tired expression turned more and more into a frown with each step I took down the stairs.
As I slowly dragged myself through the dining room towards our kitchen, my pupils seemed to finally have adjusted to the sunlight. As I crossed through the arch between rooms, I could see my dad seated at the kitchen table. I could tell that he hadn’t been up for long, because his hair looked really unkempt, with his pitch black parts flowing one way and the grayer parts of his hair pulled as far as possible the other way. The other thing that my eyesight picked up on was that, unfortunately, my sense of smell hadn’t been clogged up, eggs had been scrambled, but there was no bacon to be seen. If this was just a normal school day, this would have been fine, but on a weekend morning?! No, at that simply wouldn’t do.
“Here’s a plate;”; he said handing it in my general direction.
“Oh, uh thanks, dad.” It was one of the few times he managed to get the drop on me. Silence was not golden in his world. And the “Vrooom!” his sometimes red, sometimes dirt colored truck made when it pulled into the driveway when he got home from work, seemed to be permanently ingrained into my head. Over the years I heard it enough that it was almost weird when it didn’t announce the old man’s presence. I grabbed the plate from him, making sure to avoid the minor chipped area on the bottom of the plate. The plate was clean, but I almost wanted to instinctively check the plate to see if it had grease, dirt, or syrup on in that order. My dad was pretty good with the hygiene thing, but he seemed to have perpetual work hands.
I loaded my plate with scrambled eggs and went to sit at the often used, rarely eaten at kitchen table. I shoved some outdated newspapers out of the way and took a seat at one of the “classic”(falling apart) chairs that passed through our family from one house to another over the 40+ years we have owned them. As I sat there eating my breakfast, I think I became a bit more appreciative. Maybe it was because they were actually pretty dang decent scrambled eggs. Maybe it was because I was waking up more and I had a clearer head. Maybe it was because I knew it was a weekend and no matter what happened, I could take a nap later. No matter what the specific reason was, I was actually having a pretty good morning. So I looked at my father and I said something deep and emotional: “Pretty good eggs dad.”
Resume
Matt Hill
18980 Spears Rd.
Gregory, MI 48137
517-294-6938
[email protected]
PURPOSE
My goal is to seek out a job as a freelance film reviewer for online publications.
SKILLS
Critical Analysis - I have taken a film studies class where I learned a lot about the subject, although specifically a good understanding of genre analysis. I have also read up about film study using online resources in my own time.
Unique Perspective - I am still discovering many classic films, and as a result I can add the perspective of someone who isn’t burned out on films such as older reviewers who might understand why films like Marvel movies are so successful.
EDUCATION
Stockbridge High School, Stockbridge, MI (2014 - present)
Journalism (2017 - 2018)
18980 Spears Rd.
Gregory, MI 48137
517-294-6938
[email protected]
PURPOSE
My goal is to seek out a job as a freelance film reviewer for online publications.
SKILLS
Critical Analysis - I have taken a film studies class where I learned a lot about the subject, although specifically a good understanding of genre analysis. I have also read up about film study using online resources in my own time.
Unique Perspective - I am still discovering many classic films, and as a result I can add the perspective of someone who isn’t burned out on films such as older reviewers who might understand why films like Marvel movies are so successful.
EDUCATION
Stockbridge High School, Stockbridge, MI (2014 - present)
- Expected to graduate in June 2019
- Average GPA of 3.32/4.0
- SAT score of 1140
Journalism (2017 - 2018)
- 2x Michigan Awards of Merit (2018)
- I acted in 9 different plays with a variety of roles. Some were simply background characters while others were leading roles.
Choice Book Project: Book Review - Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett is a hilarious satire of the apocalypse by way of the Book of Revelations as well as a plethora of other things including the British way of living, the government, and really society as a whole. The story starts with an angel and a demon teaming up to stop the anit-christ from destroying Earth because they enjoy hanging out together so much. The plot only gets crazier from there, but I wouldn’t dare spoil all of the crazy things that happen in this book. One of the best thing that Pratchett and Gaiman do in this novel is balance a bunch of different characters and plotlines before gradually bringing them all together. Each character is instantly memorable and The humour of the book has a very dry British wit to it that may be initially off putting to someone unfamiliar with that style of humour, however after a few chapters they might very well be laughing out loud once they have adjusted. For any reader who has read the individual works of Pratchett and Gaiman will be very impressed by how well their two styles mash together. I can’t in good conscious say this book is anything less than a must read. Rating: 9.5/10