Nó giết chết tôi để chọn một trường (để lựa chọn giữa khoa học và nhân văn!). roams tâm trí của tôi, tôi rộng mắt, vào hang động vô hạn và các vòng lặp. Tôi phải bay! Hãy để tôi nuốt không khí, giải thể tất cả mọi thứ vào máu của tôi, học hỏi! | Essays are for reference only. Do NOT copy or imitate anything chance to demonstrate her ability to describe contrast. The reader may be slightly disoriented by the lack of context for the story as we are not told where the author is or why she is climbing a mountain. However through the carefully controlled description the author reveals her reflective nature and personal realization as she ascends and descends the mountain hence showing the parallel physical and emotional progression. Her concluding sentence though not particularly poignant serves as a strong summary of a well-written piece. A night Unforgotten By Frederick Antwi An hour before the commencement of the personality contest I deposited my bag carefully in a corner of the changing room. From my vantage point I could see the muscular seniors comparing their lovely three-piece suits and musing about which one of them would win the title. A bony stuttering junior with no suit and no new shoes I swallowed hard and resolved to give the pageant my best shot. Since the first round of the program was a parade in traditional wear I nervously pulled out my kente draped the beautifully woven red and yellow fabric around my thin frame pinned on my contestant number five badge and hurried to take my place in line. Reference only - Plagiarism is severely punished Wishing hopelessly that my mother was among the spectators and not working in some hospital in a foreign country I stepped out onto the polished wooden stage. Immediately one thousand two hundred curious eyes bore into me. My cheeks twitched violently my throat constricted and my knees turned to jelly. I fought for control. Bending my arms slightly at the elbows I strutted across the stage in the usual fashion of an Asante monarch and mercifully made it back to the changing room without mishap. The crowd erupted into a frenzied cheer. As I returned for the casual wear round something magical happened. It was singular emotion that no words can describe. It
