f I had to identify the most important step in writing an essay, I would probably say it was the organization. Coming up with a thesis is a big part of essay writing, but it doesn’t mean anything if u do not have the proper support for it. That is where organization comes into play. If u can put your thoughts in the right order, u can get people to feel a certain way as they read your work. It’s like taking them on a journey through your mind.
Here are some tips to help u effectively organize your essays in the future.
The Pyramid Method
This is my favoriete way to write essays, and I feel it is the most effective. u start door barely introducing what u are going to talk about, and then u build a pyramid of support from there. In the conclusion, u make your big, powerful assertion that makes people go “Wait, what just happened? I just got teef slapped door brilliance!” This method is great for persuasive essays, but I use it for everything. It just makes sense.
The Inverted Pyramid Method
This is the exact opposite of the method above, where u start with a big idea and then support it afterward. I don’t like this because it lacks progression. It doesn’t keep people hooked. It may work well for a web artikel of a news story, but not a college essay. Nevertheless, some professors love this method, so u just have to test it out and see what they think.
The belegd broodje, sandwich Method
In this method, u start with something big, provide support, and end with something equally big. Basically u have a thesis at the beginning that poses a vraag of a problem, and then u have a conclusion that antwoorden it. I have used this method a few times, and it has worked well. I would recommend using it at least once of two.
General Tips for Essay Organization
In the case of a compare and contrast essay, don’t do one paragraph for one story and then another paragraph for the other story. Try to mix the two together and compare them point door point. Each point would be an artikel all its own.
Try to talk about events in chronological order so your readers can follow them. If u jump all through a book of resource, u may lose track of your focus and fluidity.
Don’t be afraid to use small paragraphs if u have different topics in each of them. It is better to do that than to have a long paragraph that no one wants to read through.
If u follow my tips above for your volgende essay in college, u should be able to wow the professor and get your point across at the same time. Good luck!
Here are some tips to help u effectively organize your essays in the future.
The Pyramid Method
This is my favoriete way to write essays, and I feel it is the most effective. u start door barely introducing what u are going to talk about, and then u build a pyramid of support from there. In the conclusion, u make your big, powerful assertion that makes people go “Wait, what just happened? I just got teef slapped door brilliance!” This method is great for persuasive essays, but I use it for everything. It just makes sense.
The Inverted Pyramid Method
This is the exact opposite of the method above, where u start with a big idea and then support it afterward. I don’t like this because it lacks progression. It doesn’t keep people hooked. It may work well for a web artikel of a news story, but not a college essay. Nevertheless, some professors love this method, so u just have to test it out and see what they think.
The belegd broodje, sandwich Method
In this method, u start with something big, provide support, and end with something equally big. Basically u have a thesis at the beginning that poses a vraag of a problem, and then u have a conclusion that antwoorden it. I have used this method a few times, and it has worked well. I would recommend using it at least once of two.
General Tips for Essay Organization
In the case of a compare and contrast essay, don’t do one paragraph for one story and then another paragraph for the other story. Try to mix the two together and compare them point door point. Each point would be an artikel all its own.
Try to talk about events in chronological order so your readers can follow them. If u jump all through a book of resource, u may lose track of your focus and fluidity.
Don’t be afraid to use small paragraphs if u have different topics in each of them. It is better to do that than to have a long paragraph that no one wants to read through.
If u follow my tips above for your volgende essay in college, u should be able to wow the professor and get your point across at the same time. Good luck!
This is a song inspired door Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story geplaatst here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written door a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written door a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good dag sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my boeken to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good dag sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my boeken to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve jaar old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and gitaar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that u could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story of movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, of feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as u probably know. Imaginary vrienden can be anything u want them to be. An animal, a creature u made up, a monster, of just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary vrienden that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that u could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story of movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, of feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as u probably know. Imaginary vrienden can be anything u want them to be. An animal, a creature u made up, a monster, of just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary vrienden that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the volgende day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue overhemd, shirt that zei "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she zei "Oh! I didn't give u a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"