The SAT Experience
Based on the information provided above, what best describes the author’s attitude towards the SAT?
Annoyed and bitter
Enraged and exasperated
Furious and irate
Optimistic and excited...
Smoky-gray, light-gray, the brownish yellow of a desert, the inky-blue glows of the horizon which is about to pass away, and the solitary brightness floating in the vault of the night-sky, have all been the most beautiful themes of human poetry.
Ah Ryno my love, have you not been attracted by fairies in your fine wonderland, have you not forgotten your young lover doomed to die! Years have passed, cold, lonely years, I stayed in this stone house waiting for you, my mighty lover, my fair poet!
An old Celtic myth
The Breaking of the Doom
you already know how we leaned back,
looking up at the lights that we
pretended not to be
fluorescent bulbs brought to life
by electric current but thought
that by looking at them through half-closed,
watery eyes we could turn them into star...
“Makye-ame” and the Dakini
Under the bright moonshine of the plateau, I looked deep into the stone Dakini’s eyes. The beautiful word “Makye-ame” fits her well, I thought, a Buddhism goddess who had not born me but seems like a mother.Staying in the tranquil night of the Drepung monastery, I felt a bliss that I had built a bridge between the goddess and the ancient Tibetan poem...
The hands of the clock above my desk soared over the roman numerals. Minutes morphed into a river of hours and washed over my head. The cursor kept blinking, the word count still at a number divisible by zero. The generals are arguing, tossing ideas into the air, burying each other in an avalanche of dissent. Narrative? Boring. Fantasy? Hard. Essay? Harder. Realistic fiction? No...