breathing shallow, unsteady. The wind, the sky, the dampness of the soil on my hands whispered to me, The bird is dead. That old man down the street with chipping paint on his house would have a fresh coat in no time. I wanted to become a board-certified behavior analyst. I thought my parents were superheroes; surely they would be able to make well again.
Check out the essay's tone. Baseball in Spanish, for example, is béisbol, which looks different but sounds nearly the same. Generations of scholars have pored over Adam Smith and Karl Marx in the main reading room, penned world-class treatises at the long wooden tables, and worn their coats indoors against the drafts in the spacious Gothic hall. Most of the essay's written in standard English and uses grammatically correct sentences. I know the truth now, it thinks to himself as the sun rises.