You see, I do not necessarily care for the blistering hot days southern Florida is known for. I enjoy the beach the most when it is cooler; especially when it has just rained. I sit back in my beach chair and look up to the sky. The clouds create a pleasant, refreshing blanket from the hot sun. I take a deep breath and, I can smell the rain that has just fallen. Now, the clouds are breaking and letting little slivers of sunlight shine threw. The new sun seems to change the color of everything. The sand is a bright white with speckles of glittering shells. The ocean is a deep shade of aqua with the sunlight glistening over it. This is…
A Place Where the sea Remembers is a book written by the author Sandra Benitez. The story takes place in a small town in Santiago, Mexico. Candelario (the salad maker), Marta (the 16 year old that’s pregnant), Fulgencio (the photographer that loses all of his equipment are all characters that go through hardships and unfairness. The conflicts this essay will have are person vs person because the characters that I will be describing are having problems with other characters.…
What does the language and structure of the opening sequence of ‘On Chesil Beach’, reveal about the two protagonists characters.…
1. Hughes uses a metaphor to present the conflict, when he describes soldier uniform as “raw seamed hot khaki”. The use of the word “raw” implies pain and suffering as well as being hot and uncomfortable. It shows the reader how badly the soldiers were treated in WW1 as even their uniforms caused discomfort. Every seam of the uniform is painful.…
As Bethany Hamilton once said, "Being out there in the ocean, God's creation, is like a gift he has given us to enjoy." The smell of grilled hot dogs lingered in the hot, Summer air from the boardwalk, and I smiled because I knew that it was going to be a wonderful day. To begin, I ran towards the luscious, majestic waves as they kissed the shoreline. For example, the waves came crashing down onto the sand with such a powerful force. As I began to run closer to the ocean, my feet touched the jewel- blue water, making my body shiver. Next, I looked around the crowded beach at all of the kids playing, noticing how much fun they were having. For instance, I could hear the waves splashing and the children playing on this hot Summer day. The sand…
Have you ever wanted to take a long walk on the beach alone? Well, I have when I was four years old. I stayed in a white motel called, "The Atlantis" off the shore of old Orchard Beach, Maine. This is what happened. Being a normal four-year-olds, I took a nap on the red floral printed comforter. When my parents finally had decided to take a nap, I had just woken up. So, I didn't want to just fall back asleep, I decided to leave. I jumped out of bed and unlocked the door as quietly as possible, but it still had squea want to just fall back asleep, I decided to leave. I jumped out of bed and unlocked the door as quietly as possible, but it still had a "squeakk" just a little bit though. Then I kept the door open and walked down the damp wooden…
When my telephone rings, I do the experiment of answering it: sometimes its a hot girl; sometimes it is a telemarketer. Even if we know which is more likely, we never know for sure. I called a girl last night and she immediately exclaimed "we were just talking about you!"; we are quite surprised when the measurement of picking up the phone has even the slightest predictability, such as being the person about whom we were just speaking. Picking up the phone is quite an interesting experiment to do.…
Have you ever been to Florida? Or out of the country? Or even been covered in mud from head to toe? A Day at the Beach in Florida Have you ever been in water so clear you can see your feet anywhere you go? I have. The sky was pure blue and it was a perfect day to go to the beach. The clear glassy water was calling me to just jump in. The sound of the crashing waves was like a rhythm on the beach. The rigidity rocks behind me were steaming hot when I tried to walk on them. The splashing and…
It was time to unload our beach supplies. Spending a day at Chesapeake Bay always included our large blue cooler packed with plain turkey sandwiches and ice cold water bottles. My siblings and I had the responsibility to carry our beach tools, such as our yellow sand sifter, sand castle molds, and other various beach toys, to the sandy destination. The walk to the beach from the parking lot was down a skinny dirt pathway through a forest of trees. As we neared the water, the packed down dirt gradually turned to soft white sand. The sound of small waves caressing the shore became audible. High pitched squeals of small children at play along the water’s edge sounded like the shrieks of seagulls flying above the water looking for their next meal.…
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892) paints a scene of a little girl and her father looking up at the stars on an autumn night, at a beach. Notice that Whitman approves of the father teaching his daughter astronomy. Whitman had very liberal ideas about education that were ahead of his time, the 19th century.…
It was nearly sunset and I was relaxing along the soothing beach in Capitola, California. My brother and sister were assembling sand and shells to make a colossal sand city while my parents were in two chairs chatting. As I was ambling down the oceanfront my feet would feel the chilly waves and I could sense the gentle wind blowing my way. I was reminiscing about the exciting activities previously that day, including swimming through the waves, body surfing, and passing around a volleyball with my brother.…
The Beach by Alex Garland portrays a form of tourism where it differentiates the authentic experiences of a traveller to a tourist. Danny Boyle's(2000) adaptation depicts an American backpacker, Richard, who seeks to discover beyond the sightseeing of typical tourists. Upon following a series of unfortunate events on an island, the article examines how the film has shaped a diverse audience’s interpretation of cultural travel. The Tourist Gaze (2002) by John Urry reinforces Richard’s motivation to travel as “romantic” instead of the “collective” tourist. The article explores how the Beach embodies the Tourist Gaze in Thailand whilst studying its promotion/demotion on the various forms of tourism. The relationship between these texts also draws upon the works of film theorist, Giuliana Bruno (1997) who expresses the film's spectatorship as a form of tourism and the interviews of workers and activist in Krabi Province.…
It is true, it is merciless, literally; it’s not conscious, so it has no feelings, no remorse, no pity, no awareness. It would be wrong to say it is inanimate, because it is certainly animate. And not alive, yet contains so much life within it might as well be. Like a Frankenstein body filled with cells and bacteria and nerve impulses yet no consciousness.…
It is spring break, in the middle of March, my junior year. As I cross the state line into Florida, I picture the ocean as being a place of peace and serenity. It’s my first time visiting the ocean, and all I can think about is hoping it is as beautiful as the pictures I have seen of it. As I arrive to the beach with all my friends, the eagerness of seeing this peaceful place is rising. I can’t wait to smell the fresh salty air, feel the soft sand between my toes, walk along the breezy shoreline.…
While I was sitting in the reticent bathroom pacing back and forth, scared, tense, and quivering I was scared to even look at the results. Sitting here thinking back and wondering to myself if that was the right answer. How could I do this to someone that I should have loved? Going back to an outstanding year in 2004, full of excitement and joy but ended in agony and sorrow. I was with a boy that I thought was my knight and shining armor, I mean this is really the first time I ever felt loved. Living in the dreadful house of my grandmother, he was my paradise, my escape route to have fun. There was no way that I could show any expressions of pleasure because I would be punished, so I would creep out of the house or say I was going somewhere that I wasn’t. Meeting up with this chocolate, suave, attractive young man I felt like I was in heaven. Rubbing on his velvety skin, just made me have this feeling that I couldn’t resist and that no one ever talked to me about. I mean my mind and my emotions were just out of control with a rage of hormones. As we made passionate love neither I nor him was even thinking about using protection we were just caught up in the moment, adoring every minute of it. The night came to a close and as I headed back home, the gut feeling I had just didn’t feel right. I mean, I knew I was already in trouble because my grandmother had called me almost 15 times on my cell phone, but this feeling was just different. While at home, I realized over the weeks that I started to eat more and I was always tired, something that I wasn’t used to because I was a very energetic person. Everyone started to notice all my friends, noticing that my clothes where getting a little tighter, I was always asking them for their food and they asked me, Are you pregnant? At that moment, I thought maybe I am it all makes sense with all the problems I have been having. After getting home that day from school my friend gave me a pregnancy test and I was…