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Communication I and Thou Response Paper Martin Buber’s I and Thou contains three sections each consisting of observations and ideas of various lengths. When read individually these observations are not pieces of a story that all chronologically go together, but rather smaller parts of a larger argument that Buber is making. In the first part of the book Buber establishes the foundation for his larger argument, which is that man has two ways of interacting with the world- the way of “I-It”…

Every morning, I have to look at the only mirror in our one-roomed home and tell myself this, “ Marina,” I tell myself, “Listen to the government. Accept your feet. Accept that everyone every day in the past, present, and future will always have to look at feet with no protection. Don’t change. Obey the government.” You may be thinking: Marina, what’s wrong with feet? I like my feet. They help me walk, and jump, and play, and work and do all the things that I do every day. I get it. I like…

may not have, be thankful for the good that stays with you.” This statement could not be more accurate. One aspect of life I can be certain of is its marvelous and dreadful unpredictability. Nearly four years have passed since this became painfully evident to me, and still not a day goes by where it doesn’t haunt me. My day began like any other and ended like no other when I awoke on Monday, June 17, 2013 ready to go to Holiday World, just as we did every Monday. Unfortunately, we arrived a…

It was a cloudy day. I decided to go to Cameron library to do my math worksheet and my Economics 101 homework. A few hours ago, my interviewee sent a message to ask me where I was, so I told him that I was on the second floor at the Cameron library. After twenty five minutes, I saw him walking towards me. He was wearing a grey hoodie and jeans and held a blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee. He looked very tired and busy. I stood up and stretched out my hand with a big smile, my interviewee…

talk and forcing smiles when I decided I would spend lunch in the art room. “Where are you going?” Miss Moss the English teacher stopped me in the hallway. “The art room, that is okay, right?” I replied, tapping my thumbs nervously on my thigh. She shook her head at me disapprovingly for skipping lunch, however she allowed me to pass. The door to the art room clicked as I pulled down on the handle. My heart rate slowed as I observed the paintings on…

of comfort I would have that day. Years passed, and the same routine occurred. Go to school, do homework, get in trouble, bawl my eyes out with a single look from my father, never get into trouble (excluding the one time I stole from Target). Eventually little crybaby Kathryn got her crap together and decided crying and being awkward consistently was probably not the best thing. However, because my childhood was filled with rules and regulations for being a "respectable young lady", I never…

Those were the words I had spent my whole life following. Since intuition can be extremely powerful, it had always steered me in the right direction, at least until four years ago. It was back when the darker nights had approached, and the chilly, breezy autumn days had just arrived. My dad and I had planned to bring Sophia, my puppy, to Franklin Park. A wondrous park filled with beautiful green trees, lively green grass, a gigantic golf course, and numerous people walking. Maybe I shouldn 't…

I got off the plane enjoying the hot weather and soaking in the sun. The backs of my feet blistered from my new red and white jordans but at least my outfit matched. I looked and counted the heads of each of my family members just to be sure we were all present. Immediately my dad looks over surprised and yells “Hello!” to a man I hadn’t seen before. Although, I wasn’t surprised because my dad is a social butterfly and he knows everyone. I then took a deep breath getting ready for what will come…

Ski Trip to Vermont My friends and I consider ourselves to be very spontaneous and adventurous. It was one cold week in February of 2016, when a group of about 6 of my friends (including me) all decided that we wanted to go to Vermont for the weekend to ski and snow tube. Considering this would be my first trip with no parental guidance at all, I was apprehensive about asking my mom. On the way to drop me off after school one day, my best friend Tony told me to tell her that he was going too…

One of the aspects I find strong is the organization of the essay and the smooth transition between the main ideas. The author has a very attractive start, which sets up the credibility of his argument that Flint is stereotyped. He began by stating some sentences from a…