One Girl, One Island, One Fruit (assignment 6) Hannah Freibert

Prompt 1- On April 10th, 2015 Hillary Clinton announced that she would be running in the 2016 presidential election. She is among the few females to ever run, and perhaps the first to be considered of having a shot at winning. What makes her the first- and why hasn't this date come sooner? Do you believe that there is complete equality among genders in our culture? This extends beyond presidential candidacy; to gender, race, etc. Will we ever be able to achieve this idea of a utopian society? Explain.
Prompt 2- You're trapped on an island and banished for all of eternity to rot with only the bare necessities ... what do you bring? Ahh, the age old question, right? Not exactly. One man, one island, and one fruit. Choose any single fruit to be the sole and only tasty treat you will ever sink your teeth into again (set aside that human life cannot be sustained off of fruit and fruit alone- this isn't a science class).
Prompt 3- I often contemplate my impact on the world. Roughly 150,000 people die globally every day. Yet, my life continues, on a day-to-day basis, almost entirely unaltered. But across town, and likewise across an ocean, someone's life could be crumbling beneath them. What is our significance-are we all linked in some weird chain of events? How large an effect, or on the contrary, how minuscule an effect, does every single individual possess?

Answer to Prompt 2:

"How do I describe myself? Three words: hardworking, alpha-male, jackhammer, merciless, insatiable." -Dwight K. Schrute

As I was running through adjectives to describe my F.O.C (fruit of choice) I couldn't help but notice the striking similarity in qualities of The Office's Dwight Schrute and a honeycrisp apple.

My timing of this piece is incredibly convenient. You see, the honeycrisp season ranges from around September to February, with lower qualities crisps coming in before and after. So essentially all year I wait. I wait until the fulfilling September day when I can alleviate my taste buds' longing for the honiest and crispiest of all apples. The honeycrisp is no ordinary apple, no no. It is the mother of all apples, the alpha apple if you will. The splotched red, green, orange, and yellow coloring is enough alone to begin to appreciate it. But beneath the good looks lies the treasure. They do not recieve their name unjustly. These apples are delightfully crunchy (hence the "crisp"), and maintain a perfect balance of sweet. Honey crisp apples more like NECTAR OF THE GODS CONDENSED INTO SOFTBALL SIZED SPHERES OF WONDER. You probably weren't expecting this much enthusiasm deriving from a fruit selection. Oh how the turn tables. So in summary, dead by honeycrisp indulgence holds the spot of the next best thing to being secluded on an island with a spherical chunk of leather as your sole companion.

WILSON