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I didn’t learn this in a class. I bumped into it on a bus, holding a beat-up copy of Atlas Shrugged after a messy summer. Rent was tight. My head was louder than my phone. I wanted a simple rule book that didn’t talk down to me.

Objectivism felt blunt. Kind of bracing. And, you know what? It helped me clean up my choices without losing my heart. Another voice who found the same bracing clarity recounts it in So What Is an Objectivist? My Honest Take, With Real Life Stuff.

Here’s the short version, and then I’ll show you how it looks in real life.

• Reality is real. Facts aren’t feelings.
• Reason is your main tool. That means think first.
• Your life is yours. Your goal is your happiness, earned.
• Trade value for value. No force. No fraud.
• Government should protect rights. Courts, police, and defense. Not babysit.
• Art should lift you up. Heroes matter.

If the basic definitions still feel fuzzy, check out So What Does “Objectivist” Even Mean?—Here’s My Hands-On Take for a no-jargon explainer.

For a crisp scholarly snapshot, the Encyclopaedia Britannica entry on Objectivism provides a neutral, high-level survey of the philosophy’s history and principles.

Sounds tough, right? It is. But it’s also… calming. It cuts the noise.
If you ever want to zoom out and see how other Objectivists unpack these same ideas, browse the in-depth archives at Full Context. One of my favorites in that archive is the wry piece “My Take on Being an Objectivist (Sort Of)”—it nails the learning curve in plain English.

How It Shows Up in a Tuesday, Not a Textbook

Let me explain how I use it as a real person with bills, friends, and a temper.

• Work promises: A client asked for “just a quick extra round” of logo changes. No pay. I said no. Kindly. I run a small design studio. I track time in QuickBooks and measure ROI—basically, is the result worth the hours? I want fair trade, not guilt trade.
• Money found: I once found a wallet at Target. Cash inside. I turned it in. Not because I’m a saint. Because I don’t want a life built on sneaky wins. My values matter more than quick cash.
• Friendship tax: A friend wanted me to help move… again… on a work day. I love her, but I said I could help Saturday for two hours. Clear boundary. She was fine. I didn’t nuke my client call. Everybody lived.
• Health choice: Gym or Netflix? I picked the gym three times a week. Why? Long-term self-interest. My future self isn’t a stranger. He or she’s me.
• Honesty at work: A brand pitch fell flat. I told the founder her tagline sounded like a slogan from three years ago. I also wrote a better one. Tough truth plus a fix. That’s respect.

For more “in the trenches” stories, I Went Looking for Objectivist Meaning—Here’s How It Landed in Real Life reads like a field report.

I mess up, too. Sometimes I promise too much and then backpedal. But the rule stays: think, be fair, own your stuff.

The Jargon Bit (I’ll Keep It Simple)

• “Rational self-interest” means aim for your good, long term, with your eyes open. It’s not “grab the last slice every time.” It’s “build a life you’re proud of and don’t cheat to get there.”
• “Trade value for value” means we both win. A logo for money. Time for time. Care for care. Not guilt for obedience.
• “Rights” means you don’t use force or fraud. You don’t get a shortcut just because you want something.

And if you’re curious about why a professional philosopher still plants his flag here, skim David Enoch’s “Why I Am an Objectivist—My Honest Take”.

Work and Money: Where It Pinches

Last spring, a big client wanted me on call on weekends with no extra pay. I said, “I can add a weekend support plan at X rate.” They balked. I held the line. They left. It stung. Two months later, I signed two better clients who liked my clarity.

I raised my Etsy print prices by 15%. Some buyers left. But refunds dropped. Returns dropped. My time felt respected. Numbers aside, I slept better. A parallel money-meet-morals experiment shows up in I Tried Living as a Moral Objectivist—Here’s My Honest Review.

I also pay friends for their skills. My friend edits my podcasts. I don’t “pick her brain.” I book her. Full rate. Because she’s not a vending machine I shake for free snacks.

Love, Family, and Saying No Without Being Mean

People say Objectivists don’t care. I disagree. We care by choice, not by duty. That makes love feel real.

• Dating: I dated someone who kept teasing my goals. “You work too much.” It wasn’t a fit. I want a partner who roots for my wins and expects the same.
• Family: My cousin wanted a loan for his fourth “new thing.” No plan. I said I’d help draft a simple budget, but not send cash. He said I was cold. I said I was careful. We’re still family.
• Charity: I give to a local reading program every December. It matters to me. No tax credit needed. Just values.
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Politics, Very Briefly

I want a small, strong government that protects rights. Police, courts, and national defense. No special favors. No forced “help.” I’m not a fan of subsidies or crony deals. If your product is good, sell it. If it isn’t, fix it. If you’re wondering how this squares with utilitarian math, Is Utilitarianism Objectivist or Relativist? My Hands-On Take tackles that head-to-head.

Big Myths I Hear, And What I’ve Seen

• “Objectivists are selfish jerks.” Not if they get the “rational” part. A jerk torches bridges. A rational person builds them on purpose.
• “They hate kindness.” Not true. They hate guilt trips. Kindness is great when it reflects your values.
• “It’s about money only.” Nope. It’s about the full stack—mind, body, work, art, love, time.

When It’s Hard

It’s hard when you’re scared. When family leans on you with old rules. When a cheap shortcut sings your name. I’ve caved and felt gross after. Then I remember: reason first, then act. I write down the facts like a bug report and debug my day. I get it—sustaining the mindset is tough; the diary in I Tried Objectivist Philosophy for a Year—My Honest Take proves the wobble is normal.

Real Life Snapshots, Rapid Fire

• I turned down “pay in exposure.” Exposure doesn’t cover rent.
• I left a volunteer board that started shaming people who missed meetings. I’ll help where I can be proud, not pushed.
• I keep a simple weekly plan: three must-do tasks, not twelve. Focus is a gift to future me.
• I buy quality tools—my Wacom tablet, my backup drive—so my work is smooth and my files are safe. Cheap broke twice. Time is money, and sanity.

Who This Fits

Makers. Builders. Nurses who double-check meds. Coders who hate sloppy hacks. Teachers who show kids how to think,

I’m Kayla, and I review stuff I actually use. Lately, I’ve been “using” two mindsets. One says truth and right depend on where you stand (that’s the relativist voice). The other says some things are true no matter what (that’s the objectivist voice). I tried both, side by side, like two tools in a small kitchen. And yes, I’ve got stories.
If you want the unabridged play-by-play, I logged that journey in a longer piece right here.

Wait—what are these, in plain talk?

• Relativist: “It depends.” What’s right can shift with culture, context, and goals. (For a succinct academic overview, see moral relativism.)
• Objectivist: “Some things are just true.” Two plus two. Don’t cheat. Wear your seatbelt. (Philosophers often call this stance moral universalism.)

Those quick-hit definitions barely scratch the surface—if you’d like a friendlier deep dive into what “Objectivist” even means, I unpack it in this explainer.

That’s the gist. Not fancy. But the way they play out can get messy. Let me explain.

A Week Wearing the Relativist Hat

I put on my “it depends” hat and took it to real life. It felt soft, friendly, and a little slippery.

• Potluck night: My neighbor brought a fish dish with strong spice. The room split. Some loved it; some gagged. Old me might say, “That smell is bad.” Relativist me said, “In their kitchen, that smell means love.” We opened a window, kept the dish, and learned how they cook back home. It turned a fuss into talk. And it tasted great with rice.

• Slack at work: We were picking a color for a local ad. I design part-time. Our U.S. team liked red. The team in Jakarta said red felt rude for that ad. I didn’t fight it. I asked why. They explained. We chose teal. Click-throughs went up. Numbers don’t lie, but people explain them.

The whole cost-benefit balancing act here reminded me of my hands-on month with utilitarian ethics—if that sparks your nerdy side, the story is right here.

• Shoes by the door: My aunt hates shoes indoors. A friend didn’t know. I didn’t scold. I said, “Her house, her rule.” He laughed and made a joke about sock holes. We all moved on.

• Parenting moment: My kid wanted to say “sir” to his teacher. The teacher said, “Please just use my name.” He was confused. We talked. In our family, “sir” feels polite. In that class, it felt stiff. He adjusted. He still kept the respect. Different path, same goal.

• Nude beaches and phone galleries: Attitudes around sharing skin-level photos swing wildly from “totally normal” in some circles to “absolutely no” in others. My friend Kira and her husband, for instance, post playful, body-positive pics that would raise eyebrows at my PTA. You can glimpse their easy-going approach at this candid gallery—it’s explicit, so click only if you’re comfortable with adult content, but it illustrates how one consenting couple frames nudity as trust rather than taboo. For another real-world snapshot, if you’ve ever wondered how a Midwestern city handles open-minded adult encounters, check out AdultLook in Racine—it walks you through local etiquette, safety pointers, and what to expect if you’re exploring that scene, giving you a grounded example of how place-specific values color the same topic.

Relativism helped me listen. It slowed my snap judgments. It felt kind. But then it hit a wall.

Where Relativism Got Mushy

• Safety lines: I carpool. A parent said they don’t buckle on short trips. “In our family, it’s fine,” they said. No. This is where I stop. I can respect customs. I can’t bend physics. A seatbelt is a seatbelt.

• Fair play: I coach Saturday soccer. One dad said his kid should get extra time because “we believe effort matters more than rules.” I do too, kinda. But we agreed to clear rules before the game. We stick to them.

When facts or promises are on the table, “it depends” can’t run the show. It’s like using a spoon to cut steak. Wrong tool.

A Week Wearing the Objectivist Hat

Next, I tried the “some things are true” hat. It felt strong. Like a seatbelt click.
If you’re still fuzzy on what counts as an Objectivist stance, I break it down in plain English over here.
If you’re curious about the deeper philosophical roots of this stance, Full Context offers a clear, reader-friendly gateway into classic Objectivist thought.

• Bug triage at work: I help test features. We had a login bug. Either you sign in or you don’t. This wasn’t about taste. We flagged it critical. We shipped a fix. Then coffee. Clear, clean, done.

• Pay and respect: I do freelance writing. I use a rate card. No haggling. No “but my cousin can do it cheaper.” Cool. Your cousin isn’t me. My rate is my rate. It protects my time and my brain.

• Math with my kid: We checked his homework. He wrote 8 x 7 = 54. He smiled. I smiled too. And we fixed it. Facts are friends. They keep the roof from falling.

Objectivism made hard calls simpler. It also gave me a backbone when someone pushed. But it has limits.

Where Objectivism Felt Too Stiff

• Name order: On a Zoom call, my teammate from China wrote her name as “Li Wei.” I corrected her to “Wei Li,” thinking I was helping. I wasn’t. That’s not wrong; it’s her name. I backed up and said sorry. Note to self: not everything is a rule I set.

• Taste and truth: We tested two app icons in an A/B test. The numbers showed “blue” won. But our Latin America team said the blue read cold in a certain context. Then we found a third icon. Numbers plus context beat numbers alone. Funny how that works.

That blend of data and empathy echoed my earlier experiment of living purely by utilitarian yardsticks for a spell—feel free to peek at that roller-coaster here.

Real Moments Where I Switched Mid-Stream

• White lies: A friend asked, “Do I look okay in this?” I wanted to be kind. But she had spinach in her teeth. I told her. Kind and true can hold hands.

• Food labels: A “natural” label on cereal doesn’t mean healthy. I now read sugar grams first. That’s objectivist me. But I also help my kid enjoy food with family stories. That’s relativist me. Both-and.

• Classroom debate: My son’s class questioned if a story hero was “good.” Some kids said yes. Some said no. They had reasons. I asked them to name one value they all shared. They said “honesty.” We used that as the anchor. Then we saw where views changed by culture or age. It felt fair.

So… Which One Should You Use?

You know what? I keep both in my pocket. I reach for them like wrenches. I check the job first.
A month-long field test of juggling two lenses side-by-side lives in this piece if you’re hungry for more.

• I go relativist when:

  • Culture, taste, or feelings lead the way.
  • The goal is trust or respect.
  • We’re naming things that can be different and still okay.

• I go objectivist when:

  • Safety, math, or promises are on the line.
  • We agreed on rules up front.
  • Money, time, or data would get warped by squishy talk.

It’s not a coin flip. It’s a match-up.

The Little Ratings (Because I’m Me)

• Relativist: 4/5 for people stuff. It makes rooms warmer. Docked a point because it can melt when you need a spine.
• Objectivist: 4/5 for clear calls. It guards truth and safety. Docked a point because it can miss the human side if you hold it too tight.

Tiny Digression That Matters

Cooking taught me this. Some nights I follow the recipe. That’s objectivist cooking. Other nights I swap cumin for paprika and add lime because

I’ll be honest. I needed a character list for Atlas Shrugged like I needed coffee on a Monday. There are so many names. So many suits. So many folks who feel like they’re on the same train, but headed to different towns. If all you need is the plain-Jane roster itself, you can jump straight to my Atlas Shrugged character cheat sheet.

Pro tip: a spoiler-light refresher also lives in the SparkNotes character guide, handy when you can’t remember whether it was Mouch or Stadler causing the latest headache.

So I made one. I used it. I tweaked it. And it saved my brain, page after page.

Here’s how it went, plus real notes from my copy.

Why I Even Bothered

I started the book on a delayed flight to Denver. My phone was at 12%. The cabin lights were dim. And every third page, a new person walked in like they owned the room.

I tried to track it in my head. That lasted, oh, five minutes. So I pulled out a tiny Moleskine and a Pilot G-2. I made a list. Then I added sticky tabs to my paperback. Color-coded, because of course I did.

You know what? It turned the book from foggy to crisp. If you crave more context while you read, Full Context offers a trove of Rand-focused essays that illuminate the characters and themes. For a spoiler-light reflection on the novel as a whole, you can peek at my honest first-person take on Atlas Shrugged.

How I Used My List (Real Talk)

• I kept names short: first name + job + vibe.
• I marked first sighting (chapter or page).
• I drew lines for ties: work, family, or “trouble.”
• On Audible at 1.2x, I paused, jotted notes, then hit play again.
• I added a star next to folks who actually matter later.

Not fancy. Just steady. Like a good train schedule.

Heads Up: Tiny Spoilers, But Helpful

No big plot drops. Just who’s who and why I cared.

The People Who Matter (Fast, Clear, Human)

• Dagny Taggart — Runs the railroad. Calm eyes. Steel spine. Loves trains and a certain new metal. I rooted for her even when she skipped sleep.

• Hank Rearden — Steel guy. Makes a new alloy. Tough at work, messy at home. That bracelet at the party? I felt that sting.

• John Galt — The question everyone asks. A quiet thread that pulls tight near the end. Builds things. Big things.

• Francisco d’Anconia — Copper heir. Party face, chess brain. Talks in puzzles. His “ruined” mines scene? I had to set the book down.

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• James Taggart — Dagny’s brother. He loves praise more than trains. Smiles a lot; doesn’t help much.

• Eddie Willers — Loyal. Eats lunch, tells truths, tries hard. The kind of steady friend you want in a crisis.

• Cherryl Brooks (Cherryl Taggart) — Store clerk who marries up. Big heart, bad luck. Her arc still sits with me.

• Lillian Rearden — Hank’s wife. Sharp as glass. The bracelet says it all.

• Wesley Mouch — Government man. Loves rules that stop things.

• Dr. Robert Stadler — Famous mind. Gets used. Or lets himself be used. Hard to watch.

• Ragnar Danneskjöld — Pirate, but not really. Gold and justice. Shows up like a storm.

• Ellis Wyatt — Oil man. Blazing will. “Wyatt’s Torch” burned into my head.

• Ken Danagger — Coal boss. Straight shooter. Walks away at the right time.

• Hugh Akston — Burger cook, philosopher. Yes, both. Best lunch break in the book.

• Owen Kellogg — Good man. Leaves early. Leaves a mark.

• Dr. Floyd Ferris — Science suit with soft hands. Writes a nasty report.

• Philip Rearden — Hank’s brother. Wants favors, not work.

Could I list more? Sure. But this crew carried me through the switchbacks. For the completists hunting every cameo, the exhaustive List of Atlas Shrugged characters on Wikipedia catalogs the whole cast in one scroll.

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A Peek at My Actual Notes

I’ll show you one, so you can copy my style if you want:

• Dagny Taggart — COO of Taggart Transcontinental; first seen early (Ch. 1); fix-it brain; trusts facts; tied to Hank, James, Eddie; key scene: the big line launch; star x3
• Hank Rearden — Steel head; new metal; rough marriage; gives metal bracelet; tied to Lillian, Dagny, Mouch; star x3
• Francisco d’Anconia — Copper; acts like a clown, but he’s not; childhood tie to Dagny; mine “failures”; star x2

I kept it short so I didn’t stop reading for long. That mattered.

What Worked (And What Bugged Me)

Worked:

• Color tabs by group: blue for railroad, gray for steel, red for government, gold for “the quiet ones.”
• A simple web: arrows for love, dotted lines for “watch this.”
• Little mood words: calm, loud, brittle. That kept people human, not just job titles.

Bugged me:

• Some names slip in, vanish, then slam back later. I added “likely returns” with a tiny clock. Saved me from flipping pages like a maniac.

Real-World Moments That Sold Me

• On the train to work, I hit a scene with a party and ten people talking. I paused. Checked my list. Two seconds later, I knew who had power in that room. Felt good.
• Book club night, my friend said, “Who’s Ragnar again?” I showed the gold star next to his name. Boom. We were back on track. Snacks untouched. That never happens.

Quick Tips If You’re Starting Now

• Keep your list to one page per part. Don’t sprawl.
• Use verbs, not traits: builds, blocks, flees, fights.
• When two people sound alike, write “same team?” or “clash?” and update later.
• If you’re on audio, set a bookmark when a new face arrives.
• Take a breath. This book is long. Your list is the map.

And if you're juggling The Fountainhead at the same time, my side-by-side breakdown, Fountainhead vs. Atlas Shrugged, sorts out the themes and characters in one go.

Who Needs a Character List?

• First-time readers (hi, it’s me).
• Audiobook folks who fold laundry and miss a name.
• Book clubs that want clean talk, not chaos.
• Busy parents who read in 12-minute bursts.

Fun fact: detailing these relationships is also how I prepped for the big Atlas Shrugged essay contest—so your notes might pay off in unexpected ways.

Final Take

My character list wasn’t fancy. But it let the story run. It cut the noise. It kept my heart with Dagny and my eyes on the tracks.

Would I use it again? Yep. Same notebook. Same pen. Maybe fewer crumbs on the page—maybe.

If you’re lost two chapters in, make the list. It’s a small tool that does big work. And if you already finished the book and felt swamped, you can still sketch it after. It helps you see the shape of it all—who fought, who folded, and who kept the trains moving.

I’m Kayla. I grew up in a small town with one good library and one loud debate team. So yeah, I like books that start fights at lunch. That’s how I ended up trying the Ayn Rand essay scholarships. I did it three times. I learned a lot. I won once. I also messed up once. Both count.

If you want another firsthand view of the application maze, check out this candid breakdown of the process.

Let me explain.

Which contests I tried (and why)

• Sophomore year: I wrote for the Anthem contest. I didn’t place.
• Junior year: I tried The Fountainhead contest. I became a finalist and got a small cash prize.
• Freshman year of college: I tried Atlas Shrugged. I didn’t place, but I’m still glad I wrote it.

Why did I do it? Two reasons. One, it’s free. Two, the prompts are not fluff. They make you think and then think again. I like that.
If you ever want to see how seasoned Objectivist scholars wrestle with the same themes, browse the archives at Full Context for inspiration.

The actual process (not fancy, just real)

You pick one book. You read it. You choose one prompt. You write an essay with a clear argument. There’s a word limit. They are strict about that. You submit through an online form with your name, school, and your teacher’s info. That’s it.

My deadlines landed in spring, and results came out in summer. I got an email first, then the award letter in the mail. When I won as a finalist, I filled out a tax form and then got a check. It felt grown-up and scary—but also kind of nice.

What I wrote about (with real examples)

Anthem: My first essay argued that “we” can erase “I,” but only on the surface. I wrote about light and darkness in the book and how names matter. I used a quote from the scene where Equality 7-2521 discovers “I.” My draft was fine, but it wandered. I did too much summary. Judges don’t love plot recaps. I learned that the hard way.

The Fountainhead: This one clicked. I picked the prompt about integrity. I compared Howard Roark and Peter Keating and asked a simple question: Is success still success if you lose yourself? I used one short quote about Roark’s work being “his” work. Then I explained what that means in plain words, not fancy ones. My teacher, Mr. Lane, made me cut the fluff. “Say it straight,” he said. So I did. That one placed.

Atlas Shrugged: I chose the money prompt. Is money the root of all evil—or proof of honest trade? I wrote about my summer job at a bakery. We priced muffins. We counted flour. I told a story of a bad batch and how value comes from skill plus effort. Not perfect, but real. I didn’t place, but I still got a sharper mind from that essay. You know what? That counts too. (For a different outcome and some sharp lessons, read one student’s honest take on the Atlas Shrugged contest.)

What I liked

• It’s free to enter. No weird fees or hoops.
• The prompts push you. They’re clear but not shallow.
• The timeline felt fair. Results came when they said they would.
• It looks good on a resume. “Finalist” got me a nod in a scholarship interview.
• If you disagree with Rand, you can still do well. I didn’t praise every idea. I argued with care. That seemed to help.

What bugged me

• The books are long, and the tone can feel harsh. That’s part of the point, I guess.
• They don’t give feedback if you don’t place. You’re left guessing.
• The word counts are tight. If you write long, you’ll cut a lot.
• The portal once froze on my phone. Use a laptop if you can.
• Expect a big field. Lots of students enter. Don’t take a loss too hard.

Time and effort (how long it actually took me)

Anthem took me a weekend to draft and a week to edit. The Fountainhead took two weeks to read, one week to plan, and another week to polish. Atlas Shrugged… yeah. That book is a mountain. I spread it over a month with a reading schedule. Muffins, coffee, sticky notes, the whole thing.

Tips I wish someone had told me sooner

• Read the book, not just quotes online. Your ideas will feel true then.
• Pick one claim and stick with it. Don’t chase ten rabbits.
• Use a couple of quotes, but explain them in your own words.
• Avoid plot summary. Analysis beats recap.
• Ask a teacher or coach to mark up your draft. Mine wrote “So what?” in the margins. Annoying. Helpful.
• Save your essay as PDF before you submit. My formatting once broke in upload.
• Submit one day early. The portal can get slow near the deadline.
• Don’t copy. They do check. And you’ll know, deep down, if it’s not yours.

If you ever decide to study Objectivism in a structured setting, here’s an honest take on the Objectivist Academic Center that lays out what works and what doesn’t.

A tiny story about feedback (or the lack of it)

When I lost the first time, I felt empty. No judge notes. No hint. So I made my own feedback. I printed my essay. I circled every sentence that only told the plot. Then I cut half of them. I forced each paragraph to answer one question: “What am I proving?” It felt harsh. It also worked. That’s how I wrote the essay that placed.

Did I have to agree with Ayn Rand?

Short answer: No. Longer answer: I took her ideas seriously. I pushed back in parts. I praised what I thought was brave. I stayed honest. My Fountainhead essay said Roark’s focus is powerful, but it can also blind us to people we love. I used a real example from my mom’s small business. Work can chew you up if you don’t draw a line. That tension—work vs. self—made my essay feel alive.

The money part

My finalist award was a modest amount—enough to cover books and a semester bus pass. The check came a few weeks after the email. I did fill out a form for taxes. Keep copies. Put the check straight in the bank. Don’t lose it in your backpack like I did for a day. That was a bad hour.

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Who should try this

• Students who love debate or speech. If you can argue with care, try it.
• Readers who enjoy big themes: freedom, work, art, trade.
• Writers who like strong claims and clean lines.
• Anyone who wants a real challenge that costs nothing but time.

If you hate bold arguments or hate long books, you might not enjoy it. That’s okay. Pick a contest that fits you.

I also spent time exploring other Objectivist groups beyond the contests—here’s what actually helped after a year of trying different organizations.

My final take

Would I do it again? Yes. Even with the long reading. Even with no feedback. Why? Because I learned how to say one clear thing and mean it. The prize was nice. The lesson was better.

If you apply, keep it simple and true. Ask a sharp question. Answer it like you mean it. Use the book as a springboard, not a crutch.

And if you lose? Make your own feedback. Print it. Cut the fluff. Try again. That’s how I went from “thanks for trying” to “finalist.” Funny how that works.

Quick recap (because we’re all busy)

• I entered three Ayn Rand essay contests; I placed once as a finalist.
• The process is free, fair, and strict on word count.
• The books are long, but the prompts are strong.
• No judge feedback if you lose. So make your own.
• Best tip: one claim

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