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Alright after you’re done reading you may say “but Asante this is kind of a reach. This essay doesn’t really answer the prompt”. To that I say, shut up it’s my blog. If you find grammar errors, please point them out because this essay hasn't been proofread at all. I literally sat down, typed it all out in google docs, and copied it into this text box. Enjoy: “‘Pay it forward’ is an expression for describing the beneficiary of a good deed repaying it to others instead of to the original benefactor”. Last Saturday, I had just finished waxing my car and I need something to eat before going to take prom pictures. I decided I needed a big meal because I knew the food at prom would be, as the kids say, “suspect”. So I called Buffalo Wild Wings in Savoy. My dad said he wanted the quesadilla (yes b-dubs has a quesadilla). I got the usual, 12 boneless wings -- half honey barbecue half carribean jerk -- fries, and celery. My dad gave me some money and I was on my way to pick up the foo...

This started as a playful story. It took a turn down a dark alley. The end is just a rant .... but I'm turning it in on time and it's close to 650 words so whatever. I started consistently playing pickup basketball when I moved to Champaign in 2014. This was when I first gained access to the Stephens family YMCA, more commonly known as “the Y”. During the school year, you can find me at the Y Friday night, all day on Saturday, and all day on Sunday. When school’s out, I’m pretty much at the Y for 6 hours a day (Sidenote: I’m mostly playing basketball during those hours, but I can also be found lifting weights, waiting for a court to open, or trying to talk to some girl that’s out of my league). I truly feel like it has made me a better basketball player in a way that no drill, film review, or workout routine can. However, my friends and I have noticed that kids are really straying away from pickup games. People from my grade play pickup at the park or the Y, and so does the gra...

An Indian anthropologist studied a tribe called the Asu. The tribe worshipped a rare, strong, bull-like creature called the “Rac”. From the outside looking in, the rac is only detrimental to the tribe. It breeds at such a rapid rate, overcrowding is becoming a problem. The tribe spends excessive amounts of money and effort to pave roads for the racs to walk on. To make matters worse, the racs are prone to racing and crashing into each other. Since only a few people in the community have the right training and selection of charms, treating the rac is expensive. Through all of this, the Asu people still see the rac as essential to their tribe. At the age of sixteen, it’s seen as a rite of passage to appeal to a high priest and receive a rac. In fact, wealthy families own herds of racs to display their prestige. Members of the society without a rac are considered lower esteem. After reading this story, most would agree that the Asu tribe would be better off without the rac. Most people r...