It was time for Chi-yi to come down the mountain. The rickety bamboo ladder was really old. She would have to climb down really slowly with the nest so her family gets the money and the ladder doesn't fall. So she started to descend down the Black Dragon Mountain. She knew if you fall into water from this high it will be just as bad as landing on land. The impact would be too much for a humans body to handle. Chi-yi said,''I knew this wasn't a good idea, however if I get down safely it will be very helpfull for my family and we will enjoy Birds Nest Soup.'' The ladder was extremely unstable it was starting to break. She knew she would have to get down fast or else the ladder would break and she would fall a long ways. ''If I go to
In the chronological, descriptive ethnography Nest in the Wind, Martha Ward described her experience on the rainy, Micronesian island of Pohnpei using both the concepts of anthropological research and personal, underlying realities of participant observation to convey a genuine depiction of the people of Pohnpei. Ward’s objective in writing Nest in the Wind was to document the concrete, specific events of Pohnpeian everyday life and traditions through decades of change. While informing the reader of the rich beliefs, practices, and legends circulated among the people of Pohnpei, the ethnography also documents the effects of the change itself: the island’s adaptation to the age of globalization and the survival of pre-colonial culture.
As this character hangs on to the window, a whirlwind of thoughts runs through her head. “Her mind chatters like neon and northside bars” (Harjo 55). This woman is striving to understand how her life has come to this point. She reflects upon her life, remembering dark times and searching for a reason to survive. This character hears voices that are “whispering / to her to get up, to get up, to get up” (Harjo 37-38). Other voices “scream out from below / for her to jump…” (Harjo 42-43). Notice that the encouraging voices whisper. This woman’s confidence is hidden within. It murmurs softly. Yet, the negative voices scream, because self-doubt is strong and alarming. These voices represent her contemplation. She must decide whether to let go and die or hold on and live (Harjo 1-66). The narrator states, “The woman hangs from the 13th floor crying for / the lost beauty of her own life” (60-61). This character’s life is not what it once was. However, despite the hardships she has faced, she continues to value life. This woman yearns to regain the beauty she lost, and she knows she must lift herself up to do
In A Bird in the House, Margaret Laurence is able to incorporate many themes and motifs into her stories such as, war, tragedy, religion, and faith. Another theme that is also shown throughout the book is identity, both national and individual identity. National identity is defined as “ a sense of a nation as a cohesive whole, as represented by distinctive traditions, culture, etc.”, while individual identity is what makes a person unique, it is what a person believes, thinks and feels. Sometimes in life identity gets mixed up and can become a confusing aspect of life. People are a product of their environment, which is a factor in shaping identity. The protagonist in the book, Vanessa MacLeod, witnesses and experiences both types of identity. She sees the influence of the Canadian national identity in her Grandfather Connor, Scottish heritage in her Grandmother MacLeod, Irish heritage in her Uncle Dan, which ultimately influence Vanessa’s personal identity.
Throughout Chopin's novel, The Awakening, she utilizes symbols to convey a deeper meaning in the story. One common animal, like a bird, or object, like clothing represent so much more than what is just on the surface in the text. The symbolism of birds as women, clothing as freedom, and even art as personal freedom or failure, beautify the novel and give it a deeper meaning. Birds are simple creatures, but they possess a great power, flight. This gift can be expressed or hindered through clipped wings, or cages. Women too, are magnificent creatures capable of so much, but in the Victorian times, (among others) exemplified in the novel their freedoms were restrained by men and society in general. Thus birds were an appropriate and rather witty symbol to represent them with. The colorful, repetitive parrot in the book represents Edna, " Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi!", (page 1) translates to, " Get out, get out, damn it!" in English. The bird is caged in bars, while Edna is caged in marriage, children and Creole society. She is a colorful creature, with creativity and talent in painting, and the parrot is telling everyone what she wants to do (escape). The fact that the bird speaks three languages (French, English, and Spanish) describes Edna as complicated and difficult for everyone to fully understand, or even to comprehend at all. Edna eventually achieves some freedom by moving out into the "pigeon house", a small cottage that conveys a resting place for birds just before flight.
living terribly. “ a girl slipped on the icy staircase in the rush to dinner and had broken her
“It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime”- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Throughout the poem “The Exposed Nest” by Robert Frost there were multiple themes revealed to readers. Themes that were repeatedly shown throughout this poem were duties, Nature, and Parents. Frost uses many metaphors to compare nature life to human life. In each theme revealed the message that came out was Responsibilities, protection and the misery of nature. The themes that are all portrayed in the poem comes together to show the main idea.
Despite its European origins, Australian literature has developed a unique identity of iconic bushmen, social and racial politics and awe-inspiring landscapes (Australian Government). However, within these tales, the tenets of many English literary movements are still present (Smith and Pierce). This is especially prevalent within, Henry Kendall's lyrical poem, "Bell-birds" as his emotive tributes to the Australian landscape (The Development Of Australian Literature In The 19Th Century 7) adapt Romantic ideals to suit Australian iconography. In turn, Kendall not only gives homage to his predecessors, but pioneers a national identity (The Development Of Australian Literature In The 19Th Century 32). Thus, establishing Australian literature conventions (The
My life intersects with Into The Wild because I never had a good relationship with my mom or stepfather Dan who was 21 years older than my mother. So I “escaped” to Columbia much like Chris did from his own reality. Dan would drink every day; you would rarely see him without a drink in his hand. His drink of choice would be either whiskey or beer depending on what he could afford. You could always tell when he was smashed and when he was I was the person he wanted to tear down with his words the most. I remember one night after my grandma just had surgery and she was staying with us my mom asked me to cook. I told her I would. I then went outside to check what I was grilling and I knew Dan was out there intoxicated.
I woke up at 4:38 a.m. to a call from my buddy Whit, and he said he was on his way to pick me up so we can go duck hunting. The dark morning sky was cold and wet. Fighting to get out of my bed, I finally had the courage to get ready after sitting there for ten minutes. I woke up too tired because of my stupid mistake of staying up too late the night before. Awakened now and ready to go, I looked at my weather app to look at the specific temperature, and it appeared to be 21 degrees with a light breeze. I knew it would be colder on the water, so I dressed properly covered in camouflage, warm gear. I grabbed my gun and bullets, and the day was on as I shut the door quietly, not wanting to wake my sleeping mom.
Many people think up north is fun, I am not any different . The ride to get up there took one hour. When we got up there we unpacked and ate burgers for lunch. After we were done eating, we went to go get gas for my friend´s dirt bike and go-kart. When we got to the gas station, we saw our other friend Justin After we got back from getting gas, me and Travis filled up his go kart and dirt bike with gas. When they both were done getting filled, Travis got in the go-kart and I got on the dirt bike.
She yelled, “I can’t take it anymore. The noise, the same old routine day and night, and the constant fear of being killed. I just can’t take it. I have to stay cooped in this house knowing that everyone else is dead.”
“...I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!” ―Paul Laurence Dunbar” like how birds are caged they were not given the freedom like how a black man is longing for freedom in a racist white society. He starts off describing the pure and good of this universe the nature of our sun and the grass that waves in the wind and the river that flows, but he is that bird in that cage viewing the world but not experiencing the good parts, because he was taken that freedom and looked upon as an animal. As the poem goes on its his own pain suffering and trapped from what he longs for, he beats his wings he wishes so badly to be free the way a bird would feel locked up. As he beats the bars mad hating life left with bruises, he sings to the heavens getting his joy and glee. His prayers and seeing a view of the universe that no white man could at the time. that keeps him humble to understand the little things that aren't so little after all. He knows the feeling of the bird in that cage who sings because he is that black man in society who prays. Paul Laurence Dunbar is remembered for his Writing career, Works of poetry and Legacy and honors.
It's a Saturday morning,I lazily get up around eleven o’clock.I say “Good Morning” to my mom and start playing video games.In the back of my head, I’ve been thinking about going up to the attic because my mom always told me to not go up there.I wait until it’s night and slowly, quietly make my way to the hatch where I bring down stairs to the attic.I pull them down quietly, then walk up them.As I walk up them I think to myself “curiosity gets to he best of you”.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.