Catherine Rose
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fierce advocate of using your voice for good
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Blank Book
when I was in third gradethey gave us blank hardcover booksso we could write on thembut I considered it a prized possessionand didn't want to mess it up with my wordsand so I decided to leave it blank until I thought of something really good to put inside
By Catherine Rose6 years ago in Poets
Socrates: Not Guilty
The great Greek philosopher, Socrates, was put to death on counts of impiety and corrupting the youth of Athens. While a sound argument can be made that he was guilty of these crimes, there is another, perhaps more rational, contention that Socrates was in fact innocent. Throughout this essay, “piety” shall be roughly defined as a virtue or excellence of living in fulfillment to both gods and humanity. At trial, Socrates is accused of not believing in the gods of Athens, but throughout The Republic, he defends the reputation of the gods and upholds their myths and teachings. He even goes as far as to advocate for the censorship of poets in order to condition the youth to be just; and, in doing so, is not corrupting the youth at all. His very own philosophy was that he could not teach his students what to think, but rather how to think, which is embodied in the quote famously attributed to himself: “I cannot teach anybody anything, I can only make them think” (Socrates).
By Catherine Rose6 years ago in Criminal
Being Diagnosed with a Deadly Disease that the World Deems Your Fault
Waking up to pee, sometimes 10 to 12 times per restless night. Sneaking downstairs to the fridge to indulge myself with bottles upon bottles of water, a few juice boxes, and cans of soda. Not being able to see clearly, everything shortly becoming a fuzz at times despite my 20/20 vision. Sitting in 7th grade pre-algebra class suddenly very confused. Getting unreasonably sick after eating a slice or two of pizza. Having emotional outbursts with no cause. My jeans becoming a little looser, even though my hunger could never be satisfied. Inside, I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong but I couldn't let myself believe that. I was 13, surely these changes were just part of growing up.As with any other Monday morning, I waited for the school bus with my older sister, who was a senior in high school at the time. I complained to her that I wasn't feeling well and that I didn't think I had the energy to play my saxophone in first period band that morning. She told me just to take it easy and maybe go to the nurse if I didn't get better.
By Catherine Rose7 years ago in Longevity