Snow, one of Earth’s beautiful yet ugliest creations, is one of those subjects that brings with it mixed emotions. Some people love it, while others not so much. It can bring us fun and joy, but can also bring just as much destruction and danger. When it first touches the ground, fresh, pure and unaffected, it’s a lovely white blanket that covers our world. However, once it becomes black, mushy and hard, we get tired of seeing it, hoping the sun melts it all away as soon as possible. It’s a cycle that repeats itself over and over again. It’s sort of like a relationship, which, in my mind, consists of three stages. First there’s the good times; everything seems to goes right and you’re all lovely dovely with the one you consider the one. Reality, …show more content…
“It’s one hundred percent bulletproof.” I quickly knocked his hand away and glared at his dumb overly proud face. “You painted your fingernails pink. What kind of secret weapon Is that?” “See you’re not thinking outside of the box man.” He tried to put his hand on my shoulder, but I managed to slap it away before it was even halfway there. “Chicks love when men do these kind of things. It shows them that you’re not afraid to be yourself and show off your feminine side.” “What the hell you talking about?” I threw a box of napkins and bottle of hand sanitizer, that happened to be on the shelf beside me, at him. “And wipe that shit off before people get the wrong idea.” “Women goes for the guys who are in touch with their sensitive side and there’s nothing more sensitive than a man painting his fingernails,” he argued, pushing the napkins and sanitizer back towards me. “No, it’s more like they’ll find you as the perfect candidate to be their gay male …show more content…
I’m free till history…” “Oh you don’t! You have that Relationship Development class to get to. I’ll walk you there if you want. Here, give me your books so I can carry them,” he joked, reaching for my bag. “Get the hell out of here with that!” I pushed him away from me and sped up a little to keep a sizeable distance between us. “I told you already, I’m not taking that class.” “You’re no fun. Look over there.” He was pointing towards the classroom I was supposed to be in right now. “You see all those chicks walking in there? They’re having problems in their relationships and that’s where you come in and comfort them.” He smacked me on the back and gave me a little push. “Go get’em tiger!” “I told your ass no!” I was pissed off at this point and was about ready to knock some of his teeth out. “And this class probably doesn’t have anything to do with mending relationships...” “And I said yes!” He pushed me with all his might in the back ad I flew towards the classroom. “Have fun in class Tre and don’t’ try to skip it either!” He ran down the hall before I got the chance to fully get up. Dumbass fool, I told him I wasn’t taking this class. And to make matters worse, he pushed me into some girl. “My bad,” I apologized, helping her up. “That dumbass over running away pushed me into
at me with those piercing eyes and huge grin. He said, "Oh, I'm just trying to
As characters in the poem are literally snow bound, they find that the natural occurrence actually serves a relaxing and warming purpose, one that brings together family. This effect is further achieved through the use of meter throughout the work as a whole. In its simplistic yet conversational tone, the author uses meter to depict the result that nature has forced upon these humans, who are but a small sample size that actually is representative of society that that time. Due to nature, the characters can talk, represented by the conversational meter, and thus, they can bond within the family. A larger representation of this more specific example can be applied to a more general perspective of human’s relationship with the natural world. Although “Snowbound” captures what humans do as a result of nature, it can also represent a larger picture, where nature appears at the most opportune times to enhance relationships from human to human. In “snowbound,” this is symbolized by the fire, “Our warm hearth seemed blazing free” (Whittier 135). This image relays a spirited, warm, mood full of security, which is expertly used by the author to show how fire, a natural phenomena, can provide such beneficial effects on humans. This very occurrence exemplifies how such a miniscule aspect of nature can have such a profound effect on a family, leaving the reader wondering what nature and its entirety could accomplish if used as a
embarassed in front of the class, so he leaves quickly. When he steps into the
This chemical reaction creates what everyone considers snow. Snow is a form of rain; therefore, snow shouldn’t be something people fear. Snow is safe for humans because it is just a solid form of water. Also, most snow just melts easily in a person’s hand, so snow can’t do much when coming in contact with the human body temperature. But if it is cold enough outside and the person is cold enough, snow will not melt and could create frostbite. If someone becomes too cold from the snow and the weather, the cold could cause damage to body tissues. In this levels of extreme cold, snow will not melt on the human body. The surface is not as hot as an average human body; therefore, it doesn’t immediately melt when it touches the surface since the weather impacts the surface directly. In conclusion, snow is frozen rain precipitating in below freezing
‘But all the boys would laugh at me and the tutor would resign again.’ …
James Joyce is praised for his distinct stylistic purpose and furthermore for his writings in the art of free direct discourse. Though at times his language may seem muddled and incoherent, Joyce adds a single fixture to his narratives that conveys unity and creates meaning in the otherwise arbitrary dialogue. Within the story “The Dead”, the final and most recognizable piece in the collection Dubliners, the symbol of snow expresses a correlation with the central character and shows the drastic transformation of such a dynamic character in Gabriel Conroy. The symbol of snow serves as the catalyst that unifies mankind through the flawed essence of human nature, and shows progression in the narrow mind of Gabriel. Snow conveys the emission of the otherwise superficial thoughts of Gabriel and furthermore allows for the realization of the imperfections encompassed by mankind. Riquelme’s deconstruction of the text allows for the understanding that the story cannot be read in any specific way, but the variance in meaning, as well as understanding depends solely upon the readers’ perspective. Following a personal deconstruction of the text, it is reasonable to agree with Riquelme’s notions, while correspondingly proposing that the symbol of snow represents the flaws, and strengths of Gabriel, as well as the other characters as it effects all equally.
Snow Lessons Seemingly harmless, white, snow falls like confetti from the sky and lands softly on the earth below. Dinner is prepped, and next on the list is help my kids get ready for church. I peer out the window and breathe in deeply, a mix of warm pork roast and cold dread. If I could curl up on the couch under a cozy blanket with a good book and watch the world turn white, I would find the snow as enchanting as my children do. However, bumped to the top of the list is clear the driveway, so we can go to church.
Chen. Another teacher followed up, he was the 6th graders’ PE teacher I suppose. I stood back up, and I wiped off the little blood coming out of the wound on my lip created by the 6th grader’s scratches while he was on the ground. Mr. Chen took me and my classmates aside, he asked: “What happened over there?” One of my friends answered: “ We were playing basketball at the court first, then they came, and want us to leave the court for them to play. Michael refused, so he punched him, and they just got in a fight.” “Michael,” he then turned to me, “ Even though it is just self-defensing, but you could’ve just run and find me to solve the problem, and you won’t get hurt, why didn’t you do that?” I looked into his eyes, and I said determinately: “I can’t be a coward in his memory, I have to show him what I got, so he won’t try to bully me next time I see him in this class. Plus, a man won’t run from a fight.” At the end, I did not get in trouble for fighting, and those 6th graders have never mess with me again.
"THIS IS A COMPLETE WASTE OF TIME!" Conner started to walk out of the room in frustration.
“Well, your kids are banging their fists on the walls and setting a bad example for my kids!” he angrily shouted with a crimson face. “You’d better get over there quick and settle them down or I’m gonna’ call the cops!” “Look,” I calmly replied, “I’ve been assigned to this group of sixty students. Our school has five very capable chaperones already over there to deal with that problem.”
My essay will focus on the topic of snow and the cold weather that happen during our Minnesota winters and how that affects us in our everyday life.
"You know what? Your favorite teacher, Mr. Zang, is really sissy." Chang-Min screamed, pointing a finger at me. "I think he is afraid of students. That's why he can't hit students."
“Whatever,” I continued “I’m late for class. Forget about the plans going to be library at lunch” getting out of my car and slamming the door so I could hear the bleep noise to lock.
He took us to our class. Our English teacher was already gone. He didn’t bother asking our English teacher about all this and said to us, “GO HOME AT ONCE AND NEVER COME BACK.”