Short Archive of Final Project

Although once confused, I am now sure about my goal of this project. The relationship between being invisible and making others invisible is the thread of my argument. I took SAT2 exams on Saturday and I will take an AP exam tomorrow. Thus I did not really have time to place sufficient effort on the project. However, I am successful in giving it a tangible start. I will speed up my reading on the Invisible Man and begin to organize what my paper will be about roughly right after AP exam. Assignment is heavy, but my persistence is undefeatable.

Precious Time, Glory Days

10:30, what a luxury time for me to wake up. I greedily washed my face with the lovely sunshine. Prettiness is rare and smart. It is an expert of finding the best companion. Although Darlington is a beautiful place, such an amazing weather does not come until the last trimester. I am now drowned in a romantic paradox. I ought to be forlorn for the upcoming graduation of the seniors, however, I get increasingly involved and excited because I will not have any more chances to sit in the same classroom with these decent people in the future. Who on the earth will give up the precious time provided to devote himself in to such a community. Never do I feel so graceful to the glory days.

Thanks for sunlight energizing my every day.
Thanks for swans making silver lake smile.
Thanks for oak trees making shady beds for my nap.
Thanks for chalks decorating Mr. Sweeney’s smile.
Thanks for plates holding our happiness.
Thanks for library giving me a chance to skip class.
Thanks for Morris Chapel inspiring me with glory.
Thanks for Kawamura activating the reactions on my face.
Thanks for soccer field painting greenish bloom.
Thanks for rain disguising me when I release all my appreciation for my dear companions in Darlington.

Seniors are graduating in less than a week. Although I am too busy to move further in my English project which has been recently redirected, I am passionate about the new book and moving fast to the truth. There is no better way to celebrate out last moments than enthusiasm, is there?