The day my brother was born.
my brother was born on a bright sunny day in mid may. me and my family were sitting in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity. when dad comes in, he looks at me and says, "the baby has been born." i was filled with joy.
on our way to the room, my cousin dylan looks at me and says, "i thought your mom was sick. turns our she is just having a baby." i laugh. when we go inside the room, i stare at the new tiny baby who would one day become my best friend.
i walk to the other side of the room, not taking my eyes off him. when everyone was done holding him, my dad picked him up, and put him in my arms. "i love you little brother." i whispered.
he opened his eyes. i awed. he hadnt opened his eyes for anyone till i had said something. by that time, my grandparents and i were ready to go home, and sleep so we could come back the next day. feedback is this a good highschool project? it sayd 3 to 5

Ask yourself all of the following questions before you even consider submitting your essay for grading. if your answer to even one of these questions is no, then you still have some work to do. does my introduction attempt to “hook” the reader? does my essay have a clear and specific thesis statement? does my essay accurately tell my story? does my essay indicate why i’m telling my story? have i described only my own experiences? have i used the first-person point of view (the pronoun “i”) throughout the essay? have i clearly indicated where paragraphs begin and end? does each of my paragraphs support my thesis statement? does my conclusion summarize and give closure to my essay? have i effectively proofread my essay? have i met the length requirement? is my essay formatted according to the instructions?

Read the two excerpts from act 4, scene 3, and act 5, scene 5, of julius caesar. cassius. ha! portia? brutus. she is dead. cassius. how scaped i killing when i crossed you so? o insupportable and touching loss! upon what sickness? brutus. impatient of my absence, and grief that young octavius with mark antony have made themselves so strong—for with her death that tidings came. with this, she fell distraught, and, her attendants absent, swallowed fire. brutus. why this, volumnius. the ghost of caesar hath appeared to me two several times by night—at sardis once, and this last night, here in philippi fields. i know my hour is come. volumnius. not so, my lord. brutus. nay, i am sure it is, volumnius. thou seest the world, volumnius, how it goes. our enemies have beat us to the pit, [low alarums] it is more worthy to leap in ourselves than tarry till they push us. good volumnius, thou know’st that we two went to school together. even for that, our love of old, i prithee, hold thou my sword hilts, whilst i run on it. . so fare you well at once, for brutus’ tongue hath almost ended his life’s history. night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, that have but laboured to attain this hour. . i prithee, strato, stay thou by thy lord. thou art a fellow of a good respect. thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. hold then my sword, and turn away thy face while i do run upon it. wilt thou, strato? which statement best compares brutus’s remarks at the death of his wife, portia, to his words before his own death? brutus shows more sadness for portia’s death than he does for his own. brutus is more philosophical about his own death than he is about portia’s. brutus uses more imagery when speaking about portia’s death than about his own. brutus reacts more matter-of-factly about his own death than he does about portia’s.

Chicago by carl sandburg hog butcher for the world, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; stormy, husky, brawling, city of the big shoulders: they tell me you are wicked and i believe them, for i have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys. and they tell me you are crooked and i yes, it is true i have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again. and they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: on the faces of women and children i have seen the marks of wanton hunger. and having answered so i turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and i give them back the sneer and say to them: come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning. flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities; fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness, bareheaded, shoveling, wrecking, planning, building, breaking, rebuilding, under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs, laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle, bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse. and under his ribs the heart of the people, laughing! laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be hog butcher, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and freight handler to the nation. which type of figurative language does the poet use most often in "chicago"? a. rhyme b. simile c. metaphor d. personification