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f I had to identify the most important step in uandishi an essay, I would probably say it was the organization. Coming up with a thesis is a big part of essay writing, but it doesn’t mean anything if wewe do not have the proper support for it. That is where organization comes into play. If wewe can put your thoughts in the right order, wewe can get people to feel a certain way as they read your work. It’s like taking them on a journey through your mind.

Here are some tips to help wewe effectively organize your essays in the future.

The Pyramid Method
This is my inayopendelewa way to write essays, and I feel it is the most effective. wewe start kwa barely introducing what wewe are going to talk about, and then wewe build a pyramid of support from there. In the conclusion, wewe make your big, powerful assertion that makes people go “Wait, what just happened? I just got bitch, kahaba slapped kwa brilliance!” This method is great for persuasive essays, but I use it for everything. It just makes sense.

The Inverted Pyramid Method
This is the exact opposite of the method above, where wewe start with a big idea and then support it afterward. I don’t like this because it lacks progression. It doesn’t keep people hooked. It may work well for a web makala au a news story, but not a college essay. Nevertheless, some professors upendo this method, so wewe just have to test it out and see what they think.

The sandwich, sandwichi Method
In this method, wewe start with something big, provide support, and end with something equally big. Basically wewe have a thesis at the beginning that poses a swali au a problem, and then wewe have a conclusion that majibu it. I have used this method a few times, and it has worked well. I would recommend using it at least once au two.

General Tips for Essay Organization
In the case of a compare and contrast essay, don’t do one paragraph for one story and then another paragraph for the other story. Try to mix the two together and compare them point kwa point. Each point would be an makala all its own.

Try to talk about events in chronological order so your readers can follow them. If wewe jump all through a book au resource, wewe may lose track of your focus and fluidity.

Don’t be afraid to use small paragraphs if wewe have different topics in each of them. It is better to do that than to have a long paragraph that no one wants to read through.

If wewe follow my tips above for your inayofuata essay in college, wewe should be able to wow the professor and get your point across at the same time. Good luck!
posted by hgfan5602
Some of wewe may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.

I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life

Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
au even my worst enemies.

This mwaka I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.

My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
posted by oboe_player
Chapter 1: Blood
Monday sprinted down the dark streets of London, quietly and unnoticed, armed with nothing but the freshly sharpened dagger on her back. Blood lust filled her eyes as she came closer and closer to her target. “Her head will be mine.” She whispered under her breath. She glanced to the side and saw the building she was headed for. Invisible to human’s eyes, the Pure House headquarters was placed right in the center of London. The mission Monday had been aliyopewa today was quite simple, kill the head of the Pure House. The leader of the Ultimate House had personally been training...
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posted by hgfan5602
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.

Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same

I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.

Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
posted by hgfan5602
I stand in the middle of the wilderness, trembling with fear and anxiety. I need food. zaidi importantly, water. I am extremely dehydrated. I fear a storm coming. Anytime now, those dreadful hounds are going to come out to get me again. I have a large scar across my right arm, a large gash in my knee, and a cut on my forehead. There is almost no hope left. I must rely on the forces of God and nature to give me strength. Leaves for bandages, as a hunter once taught me. Survival skills are crucial in the wilderness, wewe see. This means life au death. If I live after three weeks, my family is...
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posted by dragonsmemory
((This is a true story. It takes place Memorial day. Let's see if wewe can figure out the mystery before I do.))

Red Bank Battlefield, in National Park, is a very peaceful place to be. Especially when you're waiting for West Deptford's annual Memorial siku parade to come marching up Hessian Avenue.

Hessian Avenue dead ends at the Whitall house, which faces away from the river. According to local legend, Anne Whitall, when the war came to Fort Mercer, refused toleave the house, even when part of the roof caved in. At that point, she took her spinning down to the cellar and kept going. After the...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Short story I wrote in a few minutes. I have no idea where this came from. ._. And this has no editing au whatever, I just finished it.)


    At first, she would only appear for a mgawanyiko, baidisha second. I would see her turn a corner in the hallways of my house and quickly run to see if anyone was there, only to find nothing. I would catch a glimpse of her in a crowded place, standing still and looking at me. I would see her in my dreams, and whenever she turned up in them, they quickly turned to nightmares. No one else ever seemed to notice her, but I always did. I never alisema anything...
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posted by PrincessHotEmo
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 vitabu I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually kusoma it!!!One siku i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
posted by AuthorForPooh
 Marafiki stick kwa wewe
friends stick by you
The Path
kwa AuthorForPooh

The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but wewe are always there
in her way.

wewe scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
wewe laugh.

What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.

Because she's never alone.






Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick kwa my friends. Help stop bullying!
posted by DarkGirl23
The sound of laughter echoed in my ears, and the darkness enveloped me in it’s grip of represented death. Existing of nothing, I lay there staring into the blackness, what resembled my soul of utter torment and misery.

I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled kwa an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.

I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the kisu lay. Gripping...
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posted by snootygirl50701
 pheonix
pheonix
Fire's Shadow -proluage
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" Evergrace,world of belligerence ,we are proud to announce that the queen's child has arrived! Princess Grace! " A tall skinny black suited man shouted over tears from the people screaming of joy.
The man stepped down as king Chase stepped up to the steps ready to speak with his deep voice. His blue eyes splashed across the crowd as his hair slanted to one side.
" with the baby here,I must say God bless to our newcomer. My first child is a beautiful child with weight of 3.31 pounds. She is healthy and...
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Chapter 1
A Tragic Loss




“Bye dad! Bye Jen!”
“You’re not going anywhere mister!” The person yelling was Jennifer Watson, A very kind person. But unfortunately she was also zaidi than a little vain. Jennifer’s idea of a good time was dependant on how many parties she could visit before being dragged back home. She also happens to be my sister. Well I say sister; she’s actually my adoptive sister. I was adopted when I was 5 years old after my parents died in a skiing accident. “If I have to clean this place up, then wewe are too!”
“But there’s not much left and wewe have everything...
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posted by dragonwriter
As time moves mbele it makes me wonder how much can it change a person. au what it can change. When I look back to my past it gets me thinking abouthow much I have changed over the years. My perosnality to the type of people I am around.

Back when I was younger I had a lot of anger issues. I still do but over time I have been able to control them for the most part. I used to be good at school but that has changed dramatically as well. Now I am on the edge of failing my junior mwaka of high school. It really does become a growing issue and it seems no matter where I look there is just no way...
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posted by GummyBears_11
 Me & Alyssa three days before she was kidnapped. Alyssa is the one on the bottom.
Me & Alyssa three days before she was kidnapped. Alyssa is the one on the bottom.
When I was 13, I heard the worst news ever.
My best friend had been kid-napped, and murdered.

I couldn't believe it.

As a matter of fact, I didn't.

I yelled and screamed. I kicked. I cried and tried to convince myself that it was all a lie.

I finally cracked and admitted it to myself when the news came on.

And they showed her dead body, lying there.

I missed her.

~

Two months later...

There was a knock on the door. I got off my kitanda and went to answer it.
It was the detective.

"Miss Johnson?" "Um.. yes?" "We found out who killed Alyssa." I gasped. "Come in!" He stepped inside. "I am only informing...
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posted by Isabella121797
-Chapter 3-
Goodbyes

I was on the marble steps in front of my high school. My Marafiki were crowded around me and once again we were crying.
This was my final goodbye, my farewell.
We were all huddeled around each other as we took some final photos.
I knew the time had come when my driver pulled up in the black Mercedes.
They promised me they'd visit and facetime me 24/7.
That was a promise I hoped they kept.

I had the window rolled down the whole time as we drived away. I kept waving till they were out of sight, and thats when the tears really started to pour. I slumped against the back kiti, kiti cha and tried...
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posted by StarsGoBlue
Chapter 4: Side Of A Bullet

Nicole had just woken up, and was still half asleep. Her body was cramped up from her sleeping position. Her arms were thrown above her head and her head was turned to the  crook of her neck.  Nicole rolled her sore body toward her small metal dresser and flung her arms behind her messy head. Nicole made an attempt to roll herself off her bunk, but froze when she heard distant footsteps outside her door. 
"Get up!"
Baird kicked in the door to her room, which caught Nicole off guard. She let out a small yelp and tumbled off her bed. 
"Mornin', Sunshine!  Ready to...
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posted by Itachi_lover
Today.
Today was the day.
The siku I was going to find out was he really my older brother?
I met him when I was 8. When both my foster parents died.
He was there trying to make me feel better. He was nice and kind. From that siku on he was always kwa my side making me slime whenever I was upset.
Some Marafiki of my real parents alisema that I had a brother but they never knew what happened to him. I truly hope that he is my brother. He was 3 years older than me and they say that he was about 3 years older than I was.


I couldn't wait for the blood test to be over.
But what if he really wasn't my brother.
Would...
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posted by shenelopefan
Dejé mi corazón abierto. Pero tú no entendiste. No viste lo que en realidad ha sucedido. Quise explicártelo pero sabía que no entenderías. Me considerarías demente, loca, pensarías que he perdido la cabeza. Que la he perdido por ti.

No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.

Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti....
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posted by shenelopefan
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya



Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así

Sólo cae

Mientras tú vuelves a casa

La lluvia cae

Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso

Aún te espero en la puerta

No busco la lluvia

Espero tu vuelta

Pasaron quince años

Te sigo esperando afuera

Aun contengo tu sonrisa

Esperando que llueva

Pero ahora es muy tarde

La lluvia ha cesado

Y aun espero tu llegada

Sigo esperando tu mirada
posted by Dhampires
I was back at the covent and in Mai's office waiting for her to give me my pay."Like always wewe gets the job done in no time.I'll have to start giving wewe a raise my dear.After all I can't afford to lose wewe can a I?"She prasied me as she went into her salama retrieving a small sack of dhahabu coins.I smiled and alisema "No need to rasie my pay,I make enough and I'll never leave so long as wewe keep feeding me information like wewe promised." she sighed and turned with the dhahabu and a package of papers "Of course that's the purpose on why your here." I eyed the papers then shifted my gaze toward her."Yes...
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posted by Kimi4312
Chapter 4: Never Meant To Be.
After Roxana and Abe met once again, Roxana sat in her chair kusoma a book, until her phone rang, she reached to a meza, jedwali besides her chair and sees it was a unknown number, she answered it "Who's this?" Roxana asked "It's me, the bastard that arrested you" Abe said, Roxana chuckled at Abe's maoni to her "Well how wewe got this number then police officer?" Roxana alisema with a flirty but playful tone in her voice Abe laughed at the tone of Roxana's voice "Well, I know we don't personally know each other but....I was wondering if wewe like to go out to town with me...
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