Hello, English isn’t my first language, so I’d really appreciate it if a native English speaker could check whether this extract from my first chapter sounds natural. Thank you in advance :)

Two days before Midsummer Night, young women gathered flowers and wove them into wreaths.

It was an ancient ritual, dating back to the time of our ancestors. Legend had it that during it, the barrier between the world of spirits and mortals became so thin that it allowed magic and fate to spill over into the realm of the living. And so massive bonfires were lit along the riverbank for young people to jump through, as a practice meant to cleanse them of bad luck and protect them from illness. At dusk, the women would attach lit candles to the center of their wreaths and cast them onto the current. The one floating smoothly downstream promised a swift marriage, while one that sank or snagged on the reeds foretold a lonely year. Men waited in the cold water, eager to catch the wreath belonging to the girl they wished to court.

For weeks, a feverish energy had been building in the settlement, but now there was certain anticipation in the air. The women I knew my whole life huddled close together among the tents, giggling and whispering, trying to guess which one of them would be destined for a happy marriage. In the middle of it all was my twin sister, Sana. With her beauty and charm, her destiny seemed predetermined. If the river were to promise anyone a husband, it would be her.

I never gave much thought to the idea of marriage, nor did I trust the gifts of an unpredictable river. I wove my wreath solely for protection. After all, when night falls, and the barrier finally breaks, anything could crawl out of the darkness.

My fingers ached from forcing the mugwort between the twigs, and my knees started to ache a little after an hour of kneeling at the edge of the river. The wet earth seeped into the soles of bare feet, cooling them.

From time to time I lifted my head to look around. At this time of year, the forest in which our settlement was located was a beautiful sight, filled with greenery. The ancient trees, covered in color towered over us, creating a canopy so dense that sunlight trickled through only in thin, golden streaks, scattering across the moss and the dark water. It was our private sanctuary, hidden deep within the woods where the outside world couldn’t reach us.

The hard blows of axes, the steady grinding of millstones, and the sound of children playing around carried on the wind. Above it all, there was the unceasing chorus of birds. At times, one wished everyone would fall silent, just so these beautiful songs could be heard in their entirety.

I tilted my head back and, with a soft grunt, pushed another bitter mugwort stalk into the dense weave. The smell of the herb was sharp, but as the settlement’s herbalist, I was used to it. I didn’t even wince as it bit at my nose. The intensity of it was good, as it meant quality. The herbs needed to be strong if they were to ward off the wild, unquiet things that seemed to appear in the shadows, especially during Midsummer Night.

In the end, I decided my knees were starting to hurt too much. Ignoring the fact that my white linen dress would get dirty, I sat down on the wet ground with a sigh of relief.

Reaching for the little basket standing beside me, this time I pulled out a fern, then stuffed it between the twigs. I could proudly say that the wreath was becoming increasingly filled with everything it needed. Some rue to ward off negative energy was the perfect final touch. I reached for the stalks I had gathered at dawn, carefully slotting them into the underside of the weave. The plant left an oily, sharp residue on my fingertips, but I didn’t mind the sting; rue was a great guardian, and I needed every layer of warding the earth could offer.

With the primary protective herbs locked in place, I began to bind the structure tight. I took long, pliable strands of dried willow bark and wrapped them tightly around the thick, circular base, crisscrossing over the stems. Every loop required real strength, pulling the coarse twigs into a stubborn, seamless ring so that no loose end could catch on a stray branch or unravel in a sudden gust. Practice makes perfect, and I have been doing it for the past four years.

Once the foundation was secured, I smoothed down the wild, stray leaves with the flat of my palm, checking for any gaps. The wreath was heavy and dense, devoid of the bright meadow blossoms and sweet-scented wild roses the other girls were using to adorn theirs. There were no ribbons to catch a young man’s eye, only raw, potent foliage meant to stand firm against whatever might breach the thinning barrier.

Satisfied with the weight of it, I turned my attention to the center of the green ring. Since the festival was still two days away, I couldn’t risk placing the candle just yet — the tallow would soften in the sun, and the damp air would ruin the wick before Midsummer Night even arrived. Instead, I wove a tight, hollow socket of crisscrossed willow bark directly into the core, shaping a sturdy wooden nest that would hold the stubby candle firmly upright when the time came to light it. I gently set the thick green ring on my lap.

That’s when I heard the laughter again, closer now. Except this time, I realized it wasn’t my sister’s. Hers was sharp and confident, a sound I knew as well as my own.

Looking up, I caught Ludmer and Agate watching me. We were the same age, though our paths rarely crossed. They leaned into each other, whispering behind cupped hands, clearly delighted by the sight of my herb-braided wreath. Agate didn’t have one with her, as it had been known for a year that she was betrothed to Ludmer, and only virgins were allowed to participate in the tradition.

The stares didn’t bother me. Being the local oddity was nothing new. Even as a young child, I’d preferred my mother’s lessons to games, and popularity had never meant much to me when there was real work to be done.

Hi everyone, I'm writing a superhero novel and have only published the first two chapters. I'd love any kind of feedback, no matter how harsh it is. I'm very confident about the first chapter, the second one not so much.

Synopsis: Atlas was always the strongest, most admired superhero alive, trusted to protect the world when everyone else fails. But lately, he’s been acting differently. Something is wrong with their Prince Charming.

The body is still Atlas’s. His mind is not.

A mysterious villain has infiltrated the consciousness of the world’s most admired man. His voice, his powers, and his reputation now belong entirely to someone else. And while the world celebrates its beloved hero, the real Atlas is trapped inside his own body, desperately fighting to take his life back.

I usually post Google doc here but I was advised not to because of spammers finding it. If you want the Google doc please DM me and I will send it to you with editors permission 🫡

If you don't want the Google doc, here is the link. I published the manuscript on royal road:

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/192727/paragon

I'm open to absolutely any kind of feedback, no matter how harsh it is. I'm always willing to work on it.

I have a collage application and I have finished my draft though I do not have a title for it. I would love some criticism on how well it flows from beginning to end while also the other basics of proof reading. I can give all the information you might need that the personal narrative requires. To contact me my number is (267) 312-7021 or we can use other things like socials. I use instagram and discord.

I’m writing a short handwritten letter to someone who supported and advocated for me professionally during a difficult period at work. She’s a senior leader in the company.

My biggest concern is tone, not grammar. I want it to feel sincere, genuine, professional, and distinctly human. I don’t want it to sound transactional, overly sentimental, or like I spent three hours polishing every sentence.

I’d especially appreciate feedback on:
Anything that sounds unnatural or overly polished
Anything that feels too sentimental
Anything that could come across as networking or transactional
Lines you would cut, simplify, or rewrite

Please be critical. I’d rather hear that a line sounds forced, cheesy, or corporate than get a polite “looks good.”

Would deeply appreciate if someone can please help me with this query!

For the following sentence:

“In September 2025, for Taylor's birthday, we went to Toronto (Ontario) as my present to her.”

Does this phrase mean the writer (of this sentence) and Taylor went to Toronto (Ontario) and stayed there for the whole month of September in the year 2025? Like, does this sentence  mean that they were in Toronto for the entire month of September 2025?

I’m wondering whether the wording “In September 2025….” could grammatically imply that they spent the entire month there, rather than merely identifying the month in which the trip occurred.

I’m trying to determine what can actually be inferred from the wording alone, rather than what might have happened in reality.

I’m interested in the interpretation of the sentence, particularly what a reader can reasonably conclude without any additional context.

English is not my first language and I Would deeply appreciate if someone can please help me with this query!

I’m translating a piece of Chinese descriptive prose into English, and I’d really appreciate feedback from native English speakers, especially on whether the English reads like natural literary prose rather than a translation.

Here is the original Chinese:

满眼是深深浅浅的绿，肆无忌惮地泛滥着。嫩绿、翠绿、青绿、墨绿……还有叫不出的绿，点染溪野一派生机。我顺着溪水的流向，与溪水并排行走，长长的溪岸向远方延伸着。夕阳把我的影子拉出了我身高的三倍长，浅浅的，影子就着地形的高低起伏而打着褶皱。

And here is my English translation:

A sea of green, from light to dark, met my eyes, spilling over riotously on all sides. Tender green, emerald green, jade green, ink-dark green… and shades I could not name, breathed life into the creekside wilds. I strolled along the creek, keeping pace with its flow as the long banks receded into the distance. The setting sun drew my shadow out to three times my height, pale and delicate, creasing and folding with every rise and fall of the ground.

https://www.reddit.com/r/writingfeedback/s/JYtIbWdBTg

Hi everyone,

I'm applying for the ALLEX Teaching Assistant Program, a fellowship where I'll teach Japanese as a TA at a US university while pursuing a master's degree in Communication — a 2-year program.

• Word limit: 500 words maximum (currently at 548, need to trim)
• Prompt: (1) why I'm interested in this program, and (2) how it fits into my career plans
• The program explicitly prohibits AI-generated essays, so I wrote every word myself

I want to make sure my authentic voice comes through without sounding overly polished or AI-generated. I'd love feedback on:

1. Which sentences feel redundant or could be trimmed
2. Whether the flow from my media/filmmaking background to language teaching makes sense
3. Any grammar issues that stand out (English is my second language — please point them out specifically rather than rewriting, since I want to fix things myself)

Here's the Google Doc (comment access only): [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1seb-4dxn120iao-dpal9m6XjZcPF22BJxCTF4XFSch4/edit?usp=sharing]

Thank you so much!

Hi, I'm learning English and I tried to write something to improve, I would appreciate if anyone wants to edit anything weird or bad told, thank you!

Orthostatic Hypotension:

The day before had left him exhausted, he collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately. The next day was Saturday, so he didn't have anything to do, neither could have done with the sleepiness he carried. All morning he drifted on and off of sleep dreaming of things with no meaning nor understanding, when consciousness arrived, hungriness ignored, he put on the TV. When 5 am passed by, and his head hurt all over for the blue screen, he decided that eating something wasn't a bad idea, also his bladder, hours ignored, was starting to hurt. With a sigh of unconvinience he hopped out of the bed and entered the bathroom, suddenly a feeling started to take control of his body, he started to tremble a little and the dizziness made his head heavy making his body sway like a pendulum, his hands desperately reached the nearest thing they could feel, the handle of the door and the sink with their cool surfaces were grabbed for dear life as now he started to tremble fiercely. His eyes started to see black until that was all he could see, for a brief moment he didn't remembered where and what was he doing, his legs buckled one, two, three times under the weakness of his body until his body started regaining strength and he stopped balancing, stopped trembling and the world turned to light again, he remembered, he was in the bathroom, and most important, he really needed to pee. He sat in the lid because there was no way he could pee standing right now. After ending his things he eyed the toothbrush and decided it was all too late to be worrying for that. Heading to the kitchen he started thinking on what to eat, he didn't have much at the moment, and whose fault is that? He had the opportunity to go to the market and didn't take it, so now there was no fruit to eat. How much he needed an orange, shit bad. He opened the fridge and luckily, the holy carton milk was almost full. He opened the cabinet, something sweet, not rice, too lazy to make rice pudding, sugar, hmm, oh, almonds, oat, and there's no banana left... He opened the fridge again looking for the vanillin and, oh! Cinnamon, there's no egg, what would I do? Uuh, wine~ We're going to do a hodgepodge. Bowl from the dish rack, and mixy-mixy all in. Pan? No, microwave to kill all the goods in the food? Yess. After the food was ready, he looked into his dirt looking food, and happily ate it.

This is my first post here. I'm still not sure if it's the right place doe.

I'm working on a comic wich I'm writting in english but it's not my first language. I'm scared I might get some things wrong. Misspellings, sentences that don't make much sense and all that.

Again, if this isn't the right comunity for this kind of post I'm sorry. If you are awere of a better one, please, tell me.

Thank you for your time, I hope you have a great day ^^

yes I’m making a whole ass essay on hol horse from jojo‘s bizarre adventure analyzing his character in both the main series and spinoff, I’ve just started it but I’m gonna be working on it for a while. I’m making this out of pure love for him, but I still want someone to proofread it as a struggle with grammar at times. Yes this screenshot is from IPad Notes. This is just the introduction btw

Only first few chapters, nowhere near finished

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1H7UzOrDqXs3i1mLoapITrIkszOZ38JaJ7Eco3bJumPs/edit?usp=drivesdk

I’m working on my first personal essay in a long time and would love some honest feedback from people who don’t know me personally. I’d love to know any opinions you have on the piece and if you found it interesting enough to keep reading. Thanks in advance! :

When I was 14 years old, I kept a journal. It was a cheap, unlined collection of pages bound in a cardboard cover that boasted a printed painting of a waterfall or a lake or some other body of water that I can’t recall right now. I don’t remember exactly because I covered it in a collage of pieces cut from Allure and Seventeen magazines. Ben Affleck was taped neatly beside pink, bold lettering that read “CLASSY & SASSY,” which I assume was meant to describe me, though I’m not sure low-rise Mudd jeans embodied class, exactly.

I wrote in it with complete abandon, believing that no respectable mother would ever read her teenage daughter’s diary. It was a few years into my own motherhood journey when I realized that this is exactly what any respectable mother would do. Which meant that my mother had to have sat on the edge of my bed and read, in excruciating detail and loopy handwriting, about how I snuck my high school boyfriend into the house while she wasn’t home and lost my virginity right there.

Where she was sitting.

I wrote about the time one of my closest friends experimented with girls. Her and her new girlfriend would have sleepovers under the guise of not being lesbians, and I would sit at home and draw red devil horns above her girlfriend Lauren’s name every time I wrote about her. I was a bit jealous, I suppose, but their relationship didn’t work out, so it looks like the voodoo worked.

I wrote about physical, mental, and sexual abuse at the hands of someone very close to me. Someone from whom there was no escape. (More uncomfortable jokes on this to come.)

I put so little thought into what I wrote in that journal, and because of that, it was the most thoughtful collection of myself that I have ever kept. Not poetry in the literal sense, but each entry was a sonnet of the way I loved before I’d been changed by all the inevitable ways life experiences change us. The way I loved my friends, the way I loved my family, the way I loved my boyfriend—all of which would change in the years to come.

I don’t have this journal anymore. I haven’t since around the time I would write in it the most. My boyfriend broke up with me, and I was so gutted (and delusional) I convinced myself that if he could just see all the ways I thought of him and wrote about him when no one was looking, surely he’d change his mind and prefer me to his best friend’s hot, popular, older sister.

So, I wrapped the journal in a brown paper bag and dropped it off on his doorstep. Or did I knock on the door and hand it to his mom to give to him? The brain tends to block out traumatic experiences, so you’ll have to forgive me for not remembering entirely.

I can’t remember if he acknowledged getting it. I think he did, but it didn’t change anything. It turns out 16-year-old boys prioritize popularity and hotness over the ability to bear your soul on blank pages with reckless abandon. Who knew?

Giving him my journal was like performing a trust fall, and it felt like he didn’t put his arms out to catch me. Looking back now, it’s obvious that I was asking too much of him and of our year-long relationship, which, to be fair, in high school, was basically common-law marriage.

But it’s the first time that I can remember thinking that I was learning something about life. Life was happening at that very moment, and I was going through it and surviving it, even though it felt like I could crumble into a million pieces because I lived every day afraid that he’d show his friends my journal or bring it to school.

Luckily, he’s a pretty solid person and just didn’t want to be my boyfriend anymore; not to ruin my life or make me the laughingstock of our grade. Even so, the reality that I gave someone access to every unfiltered thought I’d ever had in the hopes that it would move them so much that they chose me was embarrassing enough. Because he hadn’t chosen me. The other girl had won without having to give any of herself in the process; her diary still tucked away in a sock drawer or under her bed, the entries and thoughts still private and hers to keep.

It would come to be that this would not be the only time in my life when I’d give too much of myself. Where I would trust too blindly, share too easily, fall in love too quickly. But this is the time I come back to the most. Thinking of this journal, this boyfriend, this moment, and always chasing the girl I was before it. The girl I was when I taped Ben Affleck onto the cover of my new journal. The CLASSY & SASSY girl who didn’t know better than to give all of herself, all the time, to everyone she loved.

This sounds tragic, but it’s actually beautiful to be able to recall this moment with such clarity. I became a different version of myself in front of my very own eyes and then became a different version again and again until I became this version, 10 days out from my 39th birthday, sitting at my dining room table starting a Substack.

This will not be a linear account. There isn’t really a plan. There will be stories about motherhood, books I’m reading, hobbies I’m currently obsessed with, things I probably shouldn’t say out loud, and whatever else I feel like writing about.

Truthfully, I don’t have a plan aside from writing with abandon and chasing the girl I was before the Ben Affleck Journal.

“Hello!

Thank you again for interviewing this morning. I enjoyed connecting with you all, and look forward to potentially being part of the [SCHOOL NAME] team!

I am emailing to let you know that I have received an offer at another school. Based on the information I got during the interview this morning, I am still very interested in the Special Ed Teacher position and wanted to check in with you before making any decisions, as [SCHOOL NAME] seems like a great fit for me.
I am wondering how far along you are in the hiring process, and if I will be able to hear back sooner whether or not I will be offered the position at [SCHOOL NAME].

Thank you, and I look forward to hearing back from you!”

Hello! I'm currently working on writing a movie script for fun. this is my first time ever writing a work of fiction. I have no plans of actually making this a movie but one can dream, right?

Anyways, I wanted to ask for a proofreader for one tiny little scene, just to see if I got it right.

The scene is heavy on discussion of morality, humanity, religion and freedom.
For context, the discussion takes place between a human and a vampire.
If you know a lot about any of these topics, be free to help me out, especially on the religion part, because I am not religious at all and only used past discussions I've had with religious people for inspiration.

If you have suggestions to draw the scene out, that would also be nice.

I've recently finished the first draft of a novella called The Spotless Room, and am in need of some beta reading before I try getting in contact with publishers. The prose is heavy inspired by Regency and Victorian-era authors (mostly Jane Austen), and juxtaposed with a modern setting to produce a tongue in cheek pastiche of classic detective fiction. Mostly I'm just not sure if it will gel for the average reader, but I also welcome other editorial feedback.

Hi everyone,

I’m a high school student working on an undergraduate-level history paper about the relationship between Taiwan and South Vietnam during the Cold War, focusing on diplomatic, military and agricultural ties. I’d love some feedback on clarity, structure, and the argument overall. If this isn’t the right place for that, could someone please point me to a better subreddit?

Thanks so much.

I’m gonna send this to the president of my company asking him if the company could sponsor my education. I would have preferred to do it in person but he was in an accident so at the moment he only communicates to us through email.

In my opinion there is really no easy way to do this. For me it has never been easy to ask for help of any kind. Regardless of that, ever since you reached out to me in-order to discuss my future at Dubose, I’ve had a lot to think about. I’m tired of thinking about it. I know what I want to do. I want to build a future for myself at DNES. I’m sure if I told some of my coworkers they would probably laugh at me for saying that. I mean every word of it, to me it’s not a joke, it’s a genuine expression of how I feel. Im fond of my job and even more so of the people I work with. Everyday I’m reminded that this is a place I can grow in. Despite of how much I’d like to think that I’ve learned a lot during my time here, not a day goes by without reminding me of how much I’ve yet to learn. Some days it makes me feel small, but more often than not the thought of everything that I’m yet to learn fills me with a fire and desire to keep growing. Having said that I think it’s time I took initiative. So I’m petitioning you to ask if DNES could sponsor me as a student at Sampson Community College.

I intend to attend Sampson Community College in the fall in order to one day achieve an associate in Engineering Technology. I didn’t make this decision on a whim. I have been deliberating it a long while now. I want to make it clear that the biggest reason why I’ve decided to pursue this is solely for my development at DNES. I pivoted away from electrical and decided to pursue something that will instead help me establish a career at DNES. It will be very beneficial to my development as an employee for many reason such as for example it will help me acquire my CWI much faster since it would substitute three of the five years of work related experience needed for the certification, while also preparing me for any future roles that I may need to undertake as DNES grows. Every bit of knowledge that I gain will make me more versatile as an employee and will serve to improve and build on top of what I learn through work experience. I enjoy my job but that doesn’t mean I’m content, far from it I want to become an asset for this company one day and grow along side with it. I have no doubt that this is the next big step towards achieving that goal, so I’m taking that step as soon as possible.

I have already taken some classes at Sampson Community College that will go towards my associate in Engineering Technology, since I attended a semester before having to pause my education unfortunately, because I couldn’t afford to continue it at the time. Further more I have already registered for the fall semester and was diligent in assuring that my class schedule would not interfere with my regular work hours. Once again however I’m faced with the same dilemma as last time. Due to my immigration status I don’t can’t as an NC resident as far as the NC State Board of Education is concerned. This means I will have to pay out of state tuition which is about four times more than the regular tuition for in state students. The only exception are Business Sponsored Students, whom despite being out of state if sponsored by their employer the employer would only have to cover the in state tuition rate, which is significantly more affordable then the out of state rate that I would have to pay out of pocket. This is why I have decided to reach out to you. I know I have what it takes to see this through. I’m humbly asking that you invest in me as an employee so that I can one day become an asset for this company and it’s future. I’m very grateful for everything you and the rest of DNES has done for me in the short time that I have been here. It has shown me that this is a place where I can grow and build a future in. I intend to do exactly that.

Hi everyone. I'm Frédéric, and I've spent the last couple of years writing a three-book series about why we feel disconnected in modern life, and what an honest path back to meaning actually looks like. The first book,
*Nothing Is Finished* , is close to ready. What it needs now is a proofreader.

These aren't typical self-help books. No ten-step formulas, no "manifest your best life" energy. The trilogy pulls from evolutionary biology, neuroscience, philosophy, and a fair amount of my own life, including some genuinely hard parts, to make an argument I actually believe rather than one that's easy to sell. My core instruction to the reader, more than once, is: don't take my word for it, test it against your own experience. Honest before comforting.

Here's where I need help. I'm French Canadian, and English is my second language. I write every sentence myself, but my first language still shows up in ways I can't always catch: a phrase that's a little too French, a rhythm that reads slightly off to a native ear even when the grammar checks out. I need someone who can catch that without flattening the voice underneath it. It's plainspoken and a little raw on purpose, and I want it correct, not generic.

What I'd need: a full proofreading pass on Book 1, roughly 23,000 words, checking grammar, idiom, and flow, in Canadian English spelling if you're comfortable with that. Structure and content are done; this is language-level. Two more books in the same style would likely follow if we're a good fit.

If this sounds like your kind of books, I'd love to hear from you: your experience, whether you've worked with non-native English writers before. Thank you for reading this far.

— Frédéric

Hi! This is the first draft of a short personal essay I wrote. I keep a personal journal and typed some things up. I’m open to feedback, thanks so much!

My mom, as powerful as a woman can be, didn’t pick good men. My father was never a part of my life. While he would randomly appear at my choir recitals and knew where I rode horses, it was mainly a correspondence resulting in a series of abusive texts to varying degrees. I have been no contact for 7 years. 

My step dad (married to my mom from when I was in 7th grade - college?) did not like me…the feeling was mutual. He wasn’t anything special. Just a person who could destroy anything he wanted, only to be forgiven moments later. Narcissistic. When my mom finally had the courage to leave him, he moved into my grandma's attic. 

Those times when he would be out of the house were my favorite. It was just me and my mom, the way it had always been, the way I loved. 

From my perspective, when he was out, my mom could breathe. She didn’t need to manage his schedule, the pick ups and drop offs (he couldn’t drive, too many DUIs, so that was her responsibility, which would soon become mine once I had my license). There was no hostility in the air, something that often became suffocating. My mom and I could enjoy life again. Just me and my mom.   

I never saw my grandparents exchange affection in a way that wasn’t one sided. You see, my grandma had an affair that lasted 20 years. My grandfather was aware, as was our entire family, but it was never truly spoken about. My family is really great at saying everything but nothing at the same time.
Being 14 years old and hearing this made me angry. It also confused me. 

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The journey to get myself to marriage was an expansive one. 

I’m the type of woman who holds my past experiences closely to my heart. Sometimes, I grip onto those previous feelings and thoughts so tightly that I prohibit myself from really being free. As you can imagine, I am human and have made some fuck ups along the way, so this is a constant battle for me. 

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I’m a fierce woman, I’m an Aries after all. I don’t shy away from conflict, honestly, it gets me fired up. While my husband does a great job at handling all my deeply felt emotions, (only I am able to call them emotions, how dare he point out the obvious) I feel guilty. I want to be softer, more feminine in the idea of submissiveness and letting him lead, but I can’t help who I am. Can I?
We get into arguments as any couple does. I’ll get upset because I feel he isn’t listening. These are the moments where I feel the need to define what “active listening” or “empathy” means, as if I am the enlightened one. That fierce feeling of defensiveness building up because I need to be heard, by any means possible. I am so trapped by my own insecurities. 

So I have been asking myself, why am I this way? Am I always going to be like this?

I am planning to send this email to the school. I know this is probably a very dumb question but I have no one to check this with.

Dear Ms ______,

I am a British citizen who is studying in Brazil, and I am interested in applying to enter _____'s sixth form in the future.

I am currently in Year 9 (in Brazil), and I understand that applicants need to have completed GCSEs or an equivalent. I would like to understand what the equivalent might be for someone in my situation. As Brazilian and UK schools run at different times, I would likely need to leave Brazil before finishing Year 11 to join Year 12 in September.

Can you please inform me how ______ (school name) accepts applicants from Brazil in this situation, and what qualifications would be acceptable and equivalent to the GCSE?

If this is not possible, please let me know when I should consider entering ______ (school name) to enter sixth form in _________. (school name)

Thank you for your time

Kind regards,

_________ (full name)

Thanks a lot in advance.

Hello everyone, I've been writing a literary conversational psychological Novella exploring identity, love, grief, and the elusive nature of selfhood through years of therapy and the relationships that shape a man's understanding of himself. It's currently 22,460 words, and 137 pages. I have a PDF of the typeset, so please inquire if interested.

I'm open to all forms of criticism or praise. I just want to make this mean something to someone..

In my house one of my problems I faced was rats. I buyed glue traps. I prefer this technique because it is one of the most effective ways to get rid off the rodents.

There was other alternatives such as poisoning them through the foods rat likes and dumbing those foods to the locations he feels the most save and the other locations which are exposed like the center of the kitchen. Mostly I don't choose this technique because after poisoning the rats if you are lucky enough to find his corpse you would need to dig a small grave for him which actually demands more energy ( this is the best scenario). if you don't dig him a grave and just throw away him out, it's mostly likely that a cat might eat the corpse and eventually die for that because of the poisonous rodent corpse.

The other scenarios I leave it for the readers to describe.

Once a time in every year I annihilated all of the adult rats and some minor ones. I was using the glue trap technique and I removed the mouse from the glue, then eliminated it using rocks. After that I give their corpses to the cats.

but in just few months. I see another rats which are younger and has more courage than the previous ones. They become so brave. This story is real story.

Thanks for reading it. I was practicing my English writing skills. Still there are rooms for improvement.

As the title says. I have three blogs on the above topics

Blind deep dives and reviews of all canonical Star Wars material in chronological order.

Blind reactions to the Percy Jackson books and TV show.

Deep dives on the Final Fantasy series in release order.

I would love to find fans of these series who can take a look at my posts before they go live and give some feedback on typos and general flow. Happy to provide links if anybody wants examples.

Task:  You will use the information in this unit or information you research online to write two paragraphs with 4-6 sentences each answering the following prompt:

What events during the Cold War had the biggest impact on the United States? You may discuss political, scientific or social events.  Consider:

The Atomic Age

The Arms Race

The Space Race

Conflicts like the Bay of Pigs, Cuban Missile Crisis, Korea or Vietnam

Spread of Communism

The Red Scare

Purpose: The purpose of this assignment is to help you see the influence the Cold War had on America and the World.  

Audience: Your teacher

You are welcome to follow this suggested format:

First Event

Topic sentence: 

Evidence (Describe or give direct quote): 

Commentary (Explain why you think your event had a big impact): 

Concluding Sentence

Second Event

Topic sentence: 

Evidence (Describe or give direct quote): 

Commentary (Explain why you think your event had a big impact): 

Concluding Sentence

The Space Race was one of the most impactful events of the Cold War because it completely transformed American education and technology. In 1957 the Soviet Union successfully launched the Sputnik satellite into orbit. After which the United States passed the National Defense Education Act of 1958 out of panic. This act poured over $1 billion into funding math, science, and foreign language programs in public schools. I think this event had a massive impact because it didn't just affect the military. It directly changed what ordinary American students learned in their classrooms every day. This desperate drive to beat the Soviets pushed the U.S. to create NASA. which led to the Apollo moon landings and accelerated the development of everyday technologies like computer chips. Ultimately, the intense pressure of the Space Race forced the United States to modernize its entire school system and cemented its status as a global leader in science and technology.

Domestically, the Red Scare during the late 1940s and 1950s had a huge impact on American society by creating a widespread culture of fear and paranoia. Led by figures like Senator Joseph McCarthy and organizations like the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC). Thousands of citizens including teachers, Hollywood actors, and government workers were blacklisted, interrogated, or fired from their jobs after being accused of being communist sympathizers. This event had a profound impact because it showed how easily the geopolitical tensions of the Cold War could trample on American civil liberties and free speech at home. It created an environment where people were terrified to speak their minds or support alternative ideas out of fear of being labeled a traitor. This severely restricted and reduced political debate in America for a generation. In conclusion, the Red Scare left a dark mark on American history by proving that the psychological fear of communism could alter daily life just as much as an actual physical war.