There are life-defining moments that will always evoke certain emotions when fragments of events filter through my mind. My appreciation for life intensified on a cool fall night late in September, as I was driving to the farm after Homecoming. Several kids from our church youth group had gathered at a home for a bonfire after the dance. While the road to home was only five miles, driving in the country has its hazards. With the air conditioner turned all the way up and music blasting, I began driving on a road that had taken me home hundreds of times. A green Jeep was slowly driving in front of me, causing my drive to take longer than I had hoped. Searching for things to keep me awake, I tried to memorize the Jeep’s license plate. Having …show more content…
The steering wheel and its subtle vibrations suddenly become vigorous and cause my hands to tingle. I open my eyes and realize that the road to take me home is on my left, and the corn ready for harvest is on my right. Panicking, I press down on the accelerator pedal hoping to right my world. My ears are filled with the sound of wheels searching for traction and clumps of mud hitting the side of the car. I finally sense my car beginning to return to the road, when I experience the seat belt cutting my neck and the car flying through the air. I close my eyes and grasp more tightly to the steering wheel, as if this will erase the last few seconds. An awful smell fills the air causing me to open my eyes. I watch my car skim by a telephone pole, side into the rows of corn, and stop... partially in the road and the ditch. Once all seems to be still, I look around. The coins from my purse are scattered everywhere, the airbags are deployed, and smoke is billowing from the front of the car. A cool breeze enters through the remains of a shattered window causing chills. I search for my phone through all the chaos. I need to call my mom, who is awaiting my return home, merely a half a mile
This can’t be happening thought Bill. Man I’m in so much trouble, there’s no way I can get out of it. I’m stuck. Bill had just wrecked his parent’s BMW in an accident, and they had no idea that the expensive car was even missing from the garage. And a terrible thing had happened as a result of the crash. A young woman lay dead in the passenger side of the vehicle, swarmed by medics. Bill had escaped injury, but as his body was still at the crash site, his mind wasn’t. He was in total shock at what had happened. If I only left the car in the garage and didn’t try to “borrow” it, Lisa might still be alive….Bill tried to imagine that it wasn’t real, that he was in his bed dreaming, but no, he was responsible for the destruction of his parents’ car and his the death of his girlfriend. It was as if his mind wasn’t registering, as if it was in some far away place. He just couldn’t come to grips with what had happened. This is a classic example of severe shock. The event that took place was so strong that the mind has trouble working. While in Bill’s case where he had indeed had an accident, the realism of the situation dwarfs the mind as if a small comet hurtled towards a blazing sun. But this is just one aspect of realism. The whole of realism is made up of the fact that our lives, the world, the universe, it’s all real. And as much as our minds would want to deny it, everything will stay real, and for most people they just make the best of it. But for the rest of the people, they invent new ways to get around the feeling that a wall has been placed in their path. All this goes to say that people must be original and “keep it real” to survive the physical and mental fatigue life throws at them and also that everything will always be real and we must be in touch with our minds to harvest the realness.
Elizabeth is in her blue colored Honda Civic driving the highway on her way home from her workplace, listening to “Love Somebody” by Maroon 5 on the radio station. Out of nowhere, while Elizabeth was belting out the chorus, there is an ear-splitting and obnoxious sounding ding coming from the passenger seat. Her Android has a new text message and it is probably from her boyfriend, Adrian. Elizabeth reaches for the cell but it slips off of the seat and plummets onto the floorboard. She hurriedly glances up and gazes at the road, then dives down fast as lightning, or so she believes, and retrieves her Android. But she was not hasty enough and her car went off of the road and began rolling down a small hill and finally landed upside down in a ditch. She was helicoptered to a nearby hospital and was rushed into surgery. If only Elizabeth had been listening to the song, “Highway Don’t Care” by Tim McGraw and contemplating the lyrics to this ballad, then maybe she would not have been in the accident.
‘Confront scourge of sexual abuse, stand up for children, Inuit leaders demand ‘, is an article written by Kristy Kirkup, who reports the impact on indigenous people of Canada due to the disregard and lack of respect from the government for years. Indian residential school systems are disastrous mistakes that wreaked havoc on Canada’s Aboriginal groups. It later, lead to the tragedy that many aboriginal parents do not know how to treat their children in a good way. Abuse, including physical, sexual, emotional, is one of most serious and common issues that still affects several aboriginal communities. Indigenous leaders and victims told The Canadian Press the level of abuse in some communities is shockingly high, although there is limited data that indicate exactly how pervasive the problem is across the country. Sexual abuse had gone through residential schools over several generations. The cycle abuse is continuing to infect subsequent generations in recent years. Prominent Inuit politicians are urging Canada’s leaders who recognize the importance of the
Occasionally, you will not see the significance of a moment until it becomes a memory. A memory that can change everything to you, from a certain place to an idea. A place can mean something to me, but it could mean something very different to others. We go to places every single day, from the grocery store down the street to the room in your school you hate to enter. We can go to a particular place a million times, but once the slightest thing changes, it can alter your perspective. All it takes is one visit for the place to have a whole new meaning. As a high school student in the Running Start Program, all my surroundings have changed and everything has taken a new meaning.
In this exquisite artwork named, “The Turning Road”, by Andre Derain, there are many elements of art shows many different type of lines, shape, texture, space, light, and color. This artwork has an automatic drawing that looks random and adventurous. I can see that the two-dimensional of the tree trunk and branches which have the outline of a cylinder and rectangle. There are vertical, horizontal, diagonal lines used to emphasize in this drawing like, the curvy tree trunk and the diagonal branches that stick out of the tree. Also the thin short lines are displayed behind the big thick tree trunk to avoid attention and let us in-version that there are many more enormous tree nearby. The lines were used in the picture to create a tonal variation and simulate texture. “The curving road, the tree trunks and branches, and the choreographed forms of villager all sway to an integrated rhythm”, that focus our attention of how the artist utilized lines to create a freeform way which add excitement to the design. He also applied different colors to shimmer in flat shapes in order to make the landscape come more alive and the expressive feeling of the villagers. The shapes of the house and road have a smooth and rounded angle that appears to be distorted. I don’t see any three-dimensional form that was use in this painting, however, the artist tend to portray a different angles that allow the viewer to see certain things like the trees and curved road to stand out and grab the viewer attention. The shapes used in the painting seem to be organic, because of the naturally outdoor environment and authentic of colors. In the representation of peoples, shape lend character to a figure by giving it more of a human-like structure, the human form d...
There are certain moments every person goes through, whether one would describe them as joyful and sweet, or painful and bitter. I believe though, that some of the most life impacting ones are a combination of both, bitter and sweet. The memoir “A Long Way Home” depicts those moments in such a powerful way where we can all come together in unison and simply admire the beauty of bittersweet moments.
“SUNNY DRIVE FASTER!” , I screamed. Who in their right mind would ever drive at such a slow pace when there is a car tailgating you with people wearing joker masks inside? I mean sure, the road is slippery but that is still no reason to go less than twenty five miles per hour. It had been almost ten minutes since our first encounter with these strange people.
Ever experienced a life-changing moment where the world goes silent and everything turns black? Picture this: a bike ride during my sophomore year, the chilling aftermath of a collision with a drunk driver—how does such trauma shape one's journey? The following morning, I woke up in the emergency room. My friend and I were hit by a drunk driver who happened to be a senior student from the same school. My dad was in tears, and I didn't know what was going on.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
Within the vehicle, the driving instructor, a grim and galling, old woman, penetrated the air with a stale aroma, while the rain quickly fell from the sky. As my mother, Patty, envisioned failing the driving test before it actually occurred, her fine hairs turned prickly, heart pounded frantically, and body encountered sudden perspiration. On a sunny day, a few weeks later, Patty clutched that exact steering wheel, wrinkled her eyebrows, and suddenly felt the urge to bury her head within her elbow crease where the upper and lower arm bones converge. In other words, although the rain and the unfriendly old woman were absent from the situation, she began to worry about failing the test again. Patty experienced anxiety, worry about the future
A precautious individual, I began to pedal at a slightly increased rate. Still I didn't feel as though I was in any real danger, until the car flew past me, grazing my arm. An excessant shriek erupted from the car as it grinded to a halt at the coming stop sign. Then, to my greatest horror the white lights on the rear of the car ignited......the car was going in reverse.
Our family will have another road trip this weekend and I would like to ask if you are available to join this road trip with us again. I am writing this letter seeking for your assistance to take care of Julie. Similar to the last trip, I will have to babysit both Julie and mischievous Johnny again for this upcoming trip which I don’t mind at all but sometimes I can’t take care of both of them at the same time. As you can see from the previous trip, Johnny has temper tantrums especially when he is sleepy, or not able to get the toys he wanted. I remember when he held like ten car toys in his tiny arms at the local souvenirs store and strongly refused to put it back. All my breath used to trick him was wasted because cars are his favorite toys.
John Hillcoat directed The Road film in 2009. It is a frightening visual adjustment of the novel composed by Connor McCarthy. The movie starts by setting a dark, dull and cold state of mind in a convincingly reasonable post-apocalyptic world. The film revolves around the journey of a little family’s survival. The only main comfort to be found in the dark setting of the scene is the loving bond that exists amongst father and son.
Looking back on a childhood filled with events and memories, I find it rather difficult to pick on that leaves me with the fabled “warm and fuzzy feelings.” As the daughter of an Air Force Major, I had the pleasure of traveling across America in many moving trips. I have visited the monstrous trees of the Sequoia National Forest, stood on the edge of the Grande Canyon and have jumped on the beds at Caesar’s Palace in Lake Tahoe. However, I have discovered that when reflecting on my childhood, it is not the trips that come to mind, instead there are details from everyday doings; a deck of cards, a silver bank or an ice cream flavor.
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by