Snow Day Rhetorical Analysis In the editorial “Save the Snow Day: Save Teenage Education” Sherra Yu writes about different school systems to achieve their purpose of bringing back snow days. A thought provoking rhetorical question, joyful imagery, and an anecdote are used to achieve this purpose. Yu begins the editorial by utilizing imagery to persuade the audience to bring back snow days. The text describes, “Nothing lights up the spirit quite like seeing a blanket of snow cover the ground, pristine and sparkling; checking the school’s…
Ebenezer scrooge… England’s most tightfisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.…
As a blazing, humid hot town Maycomb is, one winter the children get a big surprise. The Town gets their first snowstorm in quite some time. (Lee, Page 69) Seeing snow for the first time, the children are extremely excited and at first think the world is ending. They rush out of the house and think of what they wanted to do first with all of the snow, since they’ve never dealt with it before (Lee, Page 69). They all…
Do you ever have a day where the snow just gets to be too much for you and you get tired of it and just want to sleep? Well today is definitely one of those days. Every day I come home from school and I do the same thing. I make some food, sit down on the couch that’s as soft as a cloud and I do my homework. But today feels totally different, today is the day.…
You feel the cool air warm up around yourself. There is a pleasantness that can only be found in these warm winter days. Birds squawk overhead. In a pack they fly in v’s. You wanted to fly, but the dream fled after you jumped off the deck. Birds gain height, you gained a broken arm. The birds slow and descend onto the small patch of grass to your left. Wildlife is all around you, but the adults don’t seem to notice. Not far ahead, a squirrel shoves acorns into his mouth, climbing up a tree he deposits his cache into a hole. He runs down the tree to start the process again. Nature is a cycle, a loop that won’t…
As I crossed the road with my dog Henry, I could feel the frigid winter breeze on my face. Then I felt a snowflake land on my nose like a plane landing after a long flight. I didn’t like this cold weather at all but I had heard many children around me cheering and laughing. I heard things like “woohoo it is snowing” and things like “oww don't throw snowballs at my face”. That last one made me chuckle a little bit when I had heard it. Then I heard someone yell my name, which is Brian by the way. So I turned around and felt a big snowball hit my back.…
The snow never disappeared throughout the winter. Making snow men, having snowball fights, lying on the snow, and skiing through the mountains, my friends and I would indulge in the vast shimmering snow world forever. People say that there are four seasons in Vermont: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction. That is partially true—it even snowed at the end of April last year—except for the warm spells that bring unforgettable, charming maple leaves in the fall. The fall of Vermont is colorful, decorated by all the maples trees in green, yellow, orange, red, and even a mix or gradient change between them. The maple leaves form the rainbows near sky, the fineries of mountains, the unique blanket on road. They are the star and protagonist in the fall; they never fail to catch people’s eye. Never did I feel so close to the nature when I was in Vermont, living next to the green mountains and running streams.…
It was an oddly quiet Sunday morning in the middle of December. Clear skies, forests and beautiful snow-capped mountains dominated the views from my front porch. The temperature was mild, one of those days you could wear a thin sweater and be a little chilly. There were no birds chirping or butterflies fluttering, as they had all left to the south to find a more suitable environment for them or died. I had missed this type of day when you could relax in the peacefulness of the quiet morning…
In the novel A Christmas Carol, the author [Charles Dickens pg. 637] stated, “Spirit, please, make me visible! Make me audible! I want to talk to my nephew and my niece”! This proves that scrooge is a dynamic character. In the beginning of the novel Fred tried to invite Scrooge over for Christmas dinner. Scrooge did not listen to him my saying “Bah Humbug” [Dickens 603] and “Good afternoon” [Dickens 604] to get rid of his nephew because he obviously wanted no part with him. Scrooge later wanted to talk to them about apologizing the way he acted towards him. He also wanted to celebrate Christmas with them. Scrooge wanted to be with his nephew and niece on Christmas rather then it being an average work day. Also in the novel the Christmas Carol, the author [Dickens pg.646] stated, “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all year. I will live in the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh tell me that I will sponge away the writing that is upon this stone”. This is a huge part of how scrooge is a dynamic character. Scrooge said that he will honor Christmas all throughout the year and in the beginning of the story he took in as just another ordinary day. He will remember the past the present and the future. In the very beginning of the novel Scrooge did not care about his past live, the activity going on now and the upcoming. All he cared about was making enough money for himself. In the beginning when Marley said that you are going to be visited by three ghosts. Scrooge said that he would rather not. Then he said he would always keep the lessons that they taught within him and he would always let them strive with him. Those two are examples of how Scrooge has changed throughout the book of the lessons the ghost have taught him. That shows that Scrooge is a dynamic character.…
Driving. Witnessing my last glimpses of life. The trees violently stumbling side to side in the gale force winds. The clouds discolouring: from a snow white to a mouldy grey, shield encasing its inhabitants. The biting cold was a very strong reminder that it was December the 22nd and ever so close to my once happy anniversary.…
When you think of Christmas you might think of presents, sharing, happiness, joy, and many other wonderful emotions. The authors carried out their message by describing a snowman who had a “Jolly happy soul…” (1). Imagine yourself during the winter playing around in snow with all your friends and a real life snow man that can laugh and play just like a human can; don’t you wish that could actually happen? (Rollins, Nelson 4) “…he could laugh and play…” That is exactly what the authors wants you to picture, whatever makes you feel radiant and cheerful; the only things is that he is making you picture everything in your mind. (Rollins, Nelson 6) “Running here and there all around the square”, can make me think of two things. One that it is extraordinary fun to play in snow. It can also make me go into deeper thought and relate that quote to how in Christmas you are always going to so many different places and houses at practically the same times. Whether it is picturing a snow man running around and playing, or picturing yourself just having fun; the authors have successfully delivered his message of…
Marci added, “It’s all crisp and bright, cold and white and fluffy. The crunch of it is mild. It sounds like the faint sound of electricity from power lines. Millions of tiny ice crystals glittering in the snow. I love everything about it.”…
We were all ready to go outside, all dressed up and warm. There was way more ice on the ground than snow, and that was going to be a problem. Everywhere you stepped you would slide and fall.…
I hated winter, the days were short and the nights were long. The howl of the wind in my ears as it blew hair into my face, making it difficult to concentrate on the environment around me. I could feel the cold nipping at my skin, the air turning cloudy in front of me as if I was breathing out smoke. This was winter.…
The winter imagery poem I chose that I felt captures the essence of Canadian winters is called “An Ontario Poem”. This poem provides expressive words and vivid examples to provide the reality of Canadian winters. The first couple of stanzas explains just how vigorously the wind blows also showing the reality of just how cold it really gets. It portrays this by stating “...and the gentle breezes blow at seventy-five miles an hour at thirty-five below”. The following four lines discuss how we love the weather although in some situations it ends up being excessive. It gets to the point where, snow falls to where it is touching our backside, or also taking a whiff of the cold air “and your nostrils freeze shut”. Thus meaning the winter air is…