Team Youth

I hate to admit that essay writing is not my forte. I love math. I dread my English subjects. I can breeze through a mathematical discussion on set theory, but can barely last one on literature. My fellow math geek calls it “litter-ature” which he meant litter pretending to be an important bunch of stuff. But we had no choice, we had to take English as a required subject even if we are Engineering majors. It was torture for us to listen to all those talk on “animating force” or “objective correlative.” For our paper on T.S Eliot, my friend and I have decided on buying essays over the internet. We talked to a custom essay writer and got scared at first because my English professor warned us about the sanction if she found out we asked someone to do our paper. It was risky, for sure. But looking back, I am glad we made that move. Besides, the paper we asked the writer to do sounded like it was written by us. The writer even linked his reading of Eliot with mathematical equations. That was awesome. It was an intelligent and humorous essay. I would have written it the same way. The problem is literature is not just for me. And I think we have already established that.