Some consider writing to be an art form akin to that of painting or sculpting. Do you agree or not agree with this assumption? Explain your reasoning.
Writing is absolutely an art form, and though it doesn't use the same raw materials in the tangible sense as painting and other crafts, it absolutely utilizes the process of inspiration and refinement. When I first begin writing, it is much like having a blank canvas to which I start throwing ideas against. At first they come out muddled and messy, but perhaps a few gems stand out. I keep throwing ideas and utilizing inspiration, and before I know it, I have something. I can't yet tell what it is, but something is there. Thus begins the sculpting stage, where I pore through my words and shift around sentences and paragraphs. Sometimes in this process, a different piece appears than what I initially intended. More changes are to be made. More inspiration comes. The art is beginning to emerge. And as I keep on this path, it becomes a practice in refinement, in examining closely every nook and cranny of the work to bring it to its absolute completion (if even possible.) Writing, to me, feels so much like carving into a block of stone, chipping away, removing debris, and finally emerging with something significant. It often feels like the writing writes itself, as long as I keep on the refining path.
Based on what you have read in Chapters 1-5 of Animal Farm, think about how circumstances in the novel have already drastically changed. Explain how the ideas introduced by Old Major have now devolved into something sinister, dangerous, and intolerant.
At the start of Animal Farm, Old Major puts forth an idealistic world view of a society where animals are not oppressed and mistreated by humans and are given fair and equal rights. Old Major speaks to a society "without murder," and where all animals are treated fairly and given opportunity. Despite potentially sinister undertones, the overall message is hopeful and well-meaning. Tragically, circumstances begin to turn rather rapidly as Napoleon, Snowball, and the other pigs take over and begin implementing a regime that more resembles totalitarianism than equality and fairness. The pigs have taken over and are setting the law and order and are doing so in a way that spreads propaganda and force, all the pretending to have the society of animals best interests at heart. By chapter five, Napoleon has assumed his role as full--blown tyrant, using the dogs as his own private military police force (rather than protective law enforcement for the society) and runs Snowball off the farm in order to take total control. He has limited the more open-minded animal commandments down to one very simple identity-politic maxim and is keeping most of the resources for himself. The other animals are being brainwashed by Squealer's propaganda are following Napoleon with blind worship and false hope. The tone of the novel is ominous and reflective of what tends to happen in most Communist regimes - the road to hell is paved with initially good (seeming) intentions.
Think about your life experience so far and the various people who have had a profound impact on you in terms of growth and change. Using proper formatting and structure, write a short piece (1 paragraph) on the person who has most significantly impacted your life in a meaningful way. Remember to use topic and concluding sentences and to provide concrete examples with sufficient explanation.
Although I am only a teenager, my life has been forever altered and changed by my adoptive mother who adopted me from China when I was one year old. I had the privilege of visiting the orphanage where I spent my first year over this past summer, and it was incredibly moving to see where I came from and where I am now. Though I believe I hope to meet my biological parents someday, I am well aware that this may not be an option, and the truth is I am content knowing that my adoptive mother loves me more than anyone else ever could. One factor that has profoundly affected me is the fact that she took me to China to see where I came from. Not all adoptive parents would do that because of their own fears and protective natures. My mom loves and respects me so much as an individual and honors my past and what I have come from, that she never hesitates to allow me to explore my unusual circumstances. This makes me feel all the more loved. I have had those sinking moments of feeling like there is something missing in me, that something is wrong with me, that maybe I didn't get the chance to fully connect as a baby to my caregivers, but this feeling vanishes when with my mom, because her love for me is fierce, perhaps even fiercer than most biological moms, and I know I will forever be protected and loved by her. How lucky I was to be adopted by some an admirable woman. It has completely and inalterably charted the course of my blessed life!