“Click, click, click” I stand up after buckling my snowboard bindings and glance out across the horizon. I see the deep blue’s of Lake Winnipesaukee and the cool icy blues over the scattered coves. I look ahead and realize that I am the last one to start down the fresh packed powder trail. Quickly I hop along to gain speed to catch up to my family.…
integration. John D. Rockefeller perfected horizontal integration and was very successful with his involvement with oil. J. Pierpont Morgan was considered the Bankers’ Banker and his interlocking directorates with the United States Steel. All three circumvent competition and come from lower middle class. What is impressive about them is that they had little to no education and did not indulge in extravagances.…
Read this compelling novel readers will seem to establish a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the life they were blessed with today. Completely understanding the obstacles the Joads had to overcome will help students shows a better content of gratefulness for their life. Have you ever…
Every year we go to the lake and we play on the water. We tube on the lake. We play on the water. We just like to mess around. I just got my boater license and I can now drive the boat by myself. But I am too young to pull a tube behind the boat. I will have to be about 18 before I can. I would like to one day pull one of my family members on a tube. Another thing that I like to doing on the water is slalom. Most people do not know what that is, but it is fun. You are rising on one skee. It takes a long time to learn how to slalom. I have fun and I think you can too. You have to have balance and I think you would like goggles because a lot of water gets in your…
When I read stories somehow my mind takes off and starts to see the unseen. Often times when I read, different thoughts take my mind captive, and at times that can seem a bit sublevel. I began reading two short stories, “The Rocking Horse Winner” by D.H. Lawrence, and “The Destructors” by Graham Greene. Immediately these stories sent chill bumps up my spine. It is amazing how two totally different stories can share so many similarities. That is the beauty of fictional literature; it can play tricks on our minds.…
Have you ever felt like your life was your own story or similar to a book you’ve read. Sometimes a book you are reading or have read is similar to the live you are living. It doesn’t matter if you’re reading in a loud or quiet place, or if it’s during the day or night at some point you would find a book similar to your life. Literature connects with life, because in a way our life is a story we have our own conflict, we see things in our point of view, and we characterize people or the other way around, sometimes it’s even similar to a book we’ve read.…
The best feeling in the world is overcoming an obstacle, especially one when people say it can’t be done. Sherman Alexie talks about this in his writing “Superman and me,” where he tells us his life story about how he started out as a poor Indian boy living on a reservation and overcame many racial barriers to become a writer. Alexie uses rhetorical strategies such as ethos and pathos to pull the reader in and make them understand his life story. He also uses writing strategies like repetition and syntaxes to really make the reader latch onto what he is talking about.…
that many other people don't get the experience of in their average life time. I,…
There are six criteria that need to be met when writing a narrative essay: Narrate your story using first person point of view, Write about a past or personal event with past tense verbs, Focus on one specific dramatic event that builds tension – suspense – for the reader, use vivid and specific language that describes and recreates scenes and people, write meaningful dialogue that moves the story, and explain why the event is significant to you.…
As I held my own breath each passing second waiting for that gasp of air and that little faint cry to come from the most beautiful 8lb 9oz of life I have ever encountered, to watching my Mother hold the head of a little brown eyed boy and coaching him through each inhale, to holding the wrinkling strong hand of an Uncle who I admired growing up laying in his death bed as he struggled to take a breath after forty years of work inside a mountain to provide for his family. These moments are the harsh reality of something we each take for granted every day, the ability to take a breath easily.…
The next day, I woke up as early as possible so I could get dressed…
Perhaps there is one thing everyone needs to feel accomplished whether that is earning a Master’s Degree or maybe even climbing a mountain. John Krakauer’s and Erik Weihenmeyer’s memoirs of their mountain climbing experiences presented in “The Devils Thumb” and “Everest” show different perspectives and different reasons on why they set out to climb these towering mountains. Both hikers followed their dream while not caring about the countenance of others. The assiduous men set out to climb two different mountains and they both had earned a different outcome out of their accomplishment through the use of tone, perspective, and word choice. Climbing these mountains, one hiker was expecting the accomplishment to change his life while the other hiker was doing it to inspire others.…
has made me a novelist: a desire to reduce a chaos of experience to some sort of order,…
It was a rural development project initiated by our school in the village of Onde. We had to build a bund (a small scale dam). We had to dig mud, Fill it in the sacks, stitch the sacks and then carry the sacks to the lake to build the bund. It was the first time ever that I was doing such work. We had to work for about 7 hours on the first day. The two main things I did on day 1 was carrying the sacks to the river and digging out mud. Both were very intensive and I had to do a lot of arduous work. We had to make and put in place about 800 sacks over a few days in order to build the bund. This very fact that we had to do so much fascinated me as time passed by that day. After we wrapped up the work for that day we headed up to the place where we were going to stay. It was apparently a resort. As it was set in the rural surrounding the resort did not provide many facilities. There were just 2 large rooms provided for our stay. The place wasn’t so hygienic and importantly they had no proper bathrooms and yes, there were two of them but they were extremely dirty and there about 17 people had to use it. This according to me was the moment when I was totally out of my comfort zone. We had to do physical work the whole day, the sanitation wasn’t so good, I didn’t have a proper place to take a shower in, the food there was not very palatable. I wondered why I was there, what came into my mind was “I’m not here for pleasure. Instead I am here for the sake of the many villagers who suffer from the lack of water. I realised I needed to place others before self. I thought no matter how tired I am no matter how bad this place is I am going to enjoy every bit. We went to work the next day. This time I felt motivated, still as the day passed on I started to wear off. I tried my hand at stitching but I learnt I wasn’t so good at that. So I went back to do physical work. By the…
but this is definitely thefirst I’ve tried to digest the beauty of the prose as an experience in itself. However, unlike more fortunateliterature buffs who have their own copy of…