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Kyler Williamson Howell

Individualism Essay Kyler Howell B1

You may have heard of individualism in the past. The people talking about it may have said negative or positive things about it but that’s based on perspective. Individualism is a miss-understood topic. Individualism is a good way of living, it gives you the opportunity to be you for you, it empowers self-confidence, and its not, as some people say, antisocial it’s being selective of friends. Many people define individualism as being antisocial or not caring for others at all and just caring about you, this is completely the wrong idea. You should think of it as being yourself and doing things for you that you want and not letting people change that. You can care for people but don’t care for people because other people want you to. If your friends don’t like you for you but for your popularity then they are simply not your friends. Individualism is being set out from others not blocking out others. Be you for you and not for someone else, it’s the most self-beneficial way to live.

A good first step to becoming an individual is to look for people you like being around such as friends or family. I would be near those people as much as you please and then try to think of someone else you call your friend when they really aren’t. Do you see the difference of how you act around real friends and fake friends? You are being yourself around real friends and you are trying to fit in around your fake ones. Individualism says no to this. To be individual do not “hangout” with your fake friends. Individualism is very opinionated to be individual do what you and you alone wants to do.

Individualism isn’t blocking out others its welcoming others that you want to welcome. Make what you want happen and don’t be reluctant to do so. Start doing what you want, care for who you want to care for. You need to be and individual and now you know how so you have no excuse. Join me in this unique variation of individualism and lets make modern society a better place.

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My FtM Project Term 1

// Kyler Howell, B1 // I think all my poems were pretty good. If I had more time however I probably could have done better. I like the rhyming in Here comes the storm. I could've used more imagery in Cookies in the oven. The ABC poem was supposed to be cheesy so thats the way I made it. All in all I am pretty proud of my work. ** My four Poems ** Cookies in the oven = =

= = I walk down my wooly stairs. = = My feet are tickled by all the hairs. = = As I enter the realm of the lower level, = = A sweet smell enters my muzzle. = = I step down from the stairs. = = The hard tiles are cold to my feet. = = The smell takes over my movements. = = It makes me move, = = like a mouse going for cheese at the edge of its trap. = = I get to the item liberating the smell. = = And then I could tell, = = There were cookies in the oven. = = = = A for alphabet A is for Alphabet which this poems about. B is for biography, For the Alphabet. C is for Catastrophic, Yep, thats the alphabet. D is for Dictionary, This uses the Alphabet. E is for elephant, Who likes the Alphabet. F is for Fantastic, Thats about the alphabet. G is for Goals, Goals to read the alphabet. H is for Hockey, specifically the ABC-Hawks. I is for internet, Google the Alphabet. J is for Junk, But thats not the alphabet. K is for kite, flying over the alphabet. L is for Lice, bugging the alphabet. M is for Monkey, He’s just hanging. N is for Narcoleptic, The alphabet disease. O is for Ominous, Such as the alphabet. P is for Pipes, The home of the alphabet. Q is for Quite, The alphabet doesn’t talk. R is for Retro, the alphabet is old. S is for Snake, Ssssssss... goes the alphabet T is for Terrific, Thats the alphabet. U is for Unkind, Thats you making me read this aloud. V is for Vents, The AC for the alphabet. W is for Wonderful, The alphabet is wonderful. X is for Math, because it looks like a multiplication sign. Y is for YIPEE, because the poems almost done. Z is for Zealous, because the alphabet is exiting. Aye, Its the alphabet. Time to get water By: Kyler Howell B1

Wants upon a time there was a boy. He lived at a place we call ancient Troy. One day he went out to get some water. Because his mother was sick, And to please his father. He sets out for the river. With a bucket on his head his legs start to quiver. He’s been walking for ages on the hot stone path. He just wanted to be there he was going to go insane. He started to hate himself for making himself do the task. Typical teenage stuff. He sat down at the side if the river with a huff. He was sweating like a. He filled the bucket with water and puffed his chest with pride. But half of is work was hardly concluded. Because the work in stock wasn’t yet included. **Here comes the Storm** By: Kyler Howell B1

Fast as a cheetah, comes the typhoon. For some this means doom, for some this is gloom. Because all of the students have a day off of school, Its the best day ever. Tomorrow will rule. But for the locals who live on the side of the street. scavenging for food Like stray dogs when it comes to meat. When the typhoon comes disaster’s in stock. For the winds will make the very houses rock. They’ll drown, blow away or somehow survive; But whichever fate they all have to strive All though you may love this storm to the core of your being. Just remember to think, it’s a disaster your seeing. I was tiny, But my imagination was gargantuan. I was toothless, But soon I’d be with a mouth tooth filled. I was speechless, Yet I had so much to say. I couldn’t walk, Even if my mind took me to far away places.
 * Yesterday **

I enjoy the new independence, I don’t enjoy the work that comes with it. I’m satisfied with where I am in live now, I’m unsatisfied with the air quality where I live. I’m content with the technology that is given to me at my age, I’m not content with the color of the sky. I’m happy I have good friends, I’m not happy because I have to miss my friends in America.
 * Today **

I will be motionless and pale, But that can never change who I am. I will look back at my life, As I look ahead to my short future. My hair will grow lighter, But my eyesight will grow darker. As my muscles grow feebler, My will to live will grow stronger.
 * Tomorrow **

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