I
have no time to write anymore. Literally. I barely have time to do my
homework, and it is currently 12 25 in the morning. I should be in bed.
But I want to share this.
I
have just finished writing my second English paper, and I've hated
writing both. Nevertheless, I'm rather fond of the beginning paragraphs,
so I felt compelled to put them up on my blog, since they resemble a
rant more than an actual essay. Perfect, right? The rest of the essay
will be just for my teacher's eyes, however, because it just gets
progressively more dull from that point on, and the last thing I would
want is to bore you.
Someone
once said that New York City has an admirer, a copycat. This "wannabe"
city is Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and it is trying everything to become
the next Big Apple.
Whoever
said that has clearly never been to Toronto, however, because while
there are some similarities, the two cities are far from being very
alike. New York is like a Granny Smith - popular but not always pleasant
- while Toronto is more of a Red Delicious: alluring, attractive, and
easy on the taste buds. The capital of the world is big and impersonal,
home to cutthroat businessmen and bankers, where the cream of the crop
go to discover that they are not the cream of the crop. It belittles
you, this city, makes you feel inferior, inadequate. It's the most
brutal of reality checks, where happiness goes to gain perspective.
Toronto
does not boast the same cruelly tense environment. While just as big,
it is nowhere near as unfriendly or condescending, nor is it heading in
that direction. Even the business district lacks the intimidation that
one would generally anticipate in business districts. If New York City
is home to every type of stress known to man (and many more that are
not), Toronto is the complete opposite: it's comfortable.
Feel free to agree or disagree with these statements at will. I had to rewrite this from the Word document, since for some reason copy and paste just won't work. Now it's time for me to make an attempt to get in bed before one in the morning.
See what I do for you?
Wearily yours,
Aya 
