Odysseus demonstrates it many times throughout the Odyssey, especially when taking on the cyclops, “cyclops try some wine. Here’s liquid to wash down your down scraps of men.” (Homer 870) “The pike of olive, green though it had been, reddened and glowed as if about to catch.” (Homer 871) A character that resembles bravery like Odysseus is Rosa Park, on December 1, 1955; Rosa Parks was going home after a busy day at work. On the bus, white people sat in the front and black people sat in the back. Rosa decided to sit somewhere in the middle row, this was okay as long as there were no white passengers in that row. Soon more and more white people started boarding the bus, the bus driver told all the black people sitting in the middle row to go to the back.
We smoked dope all the way, and as we were late in arriving headed straight to the club. Ty had a handful of meth tabs, and we each ate five hits to get started. We spent the rest of the night hanging out with his band members and dancing until 2:00 AM. We then moved to an after-hours club and danced until dawn eating speed all night. We did stop for breakfast, but because we were so wired, couldn’t eat and spent the next few hours smoking a bong full of hash until we were ready to crash.
We played tennis together for two years and sat next to each other on the bus to every match. We had a lot of good times at team bonding dinners and parties. For example, we stayed up all night at a sleep over after making ourselves sick eating Buffalo Wild Wings. However, our friendship was cut short due to a car accident where Sami unfortunately passed away. After losing an amazing teammate all of these friends I met playing tennis got together to be there for one another.
Bryson goes on to joke about Presley’s audience being much like his fame, the elderly being the only guests in the house. Nevertheless Bryson claimed to be glad that he stopped, the upcoming City of Columbus was next. Unfortunately for us all Bryson has to comment on during the drive is the endless rows of shacks lining the highway all the way to Columbus. Shortly afterwards he observed that the poor population had several signs along the way, advertising “Gas, Fireworks,Fried Chicken,Live Bait”. Bryson attempts to add humour to the situation, by joking about some or other restaurant that dealt with live bait as
Baller County had high expectations for the year so the team started off the practices with a strong swagger and practice had started becoming part of a usual routine for all the young athletes. The day February 25, a day that young John Goodman will never forget. The overcast weather conditions had soaked everything; therefore, the team had spent practice in the batting cages. Afterwards, the coach dismissed the team to go home since weather conditions seemed to be worsening. Goodman and a few others had decided that they would go to the mall and pick up some well needed snacks at the mall.
That night i didn't eat, i sat in my room remembering all the things doodle and i did. I remembered that one night when i brought him into the kitchen in his car and he walked to the table and everyone was so happy for him. Now every time i see my family they just stare at me like it's my fault he died. Mom keeps telling dad that everything is going to be ok, but i don't think it is. Our lives have changed; Doodle changed me.
I get the satisfaction of victory every time my team ends up winning. I’m always fanning anyway that I can. Sometimes my parents text me or come downstairs just because I’m screaming at the TV because some amazing play happened or we’re losing. I set aside nights to myself; that way I’m able to watch my game in peace. I’m like a monk locking himself in his chamber to meditate: two and a half hours of pure peace.
Bacardi and Coke, my favorite drink. It was at my first work-related ball I had my first drink. Once that drink hit my taste buds, life was never the same. One minute I’m having fun then I’m legless, beyond drunk and passed out in the ladies toilet with vomit covering my new green dress. In front of other work-colleagues, like a wounded animal hanging off a pole, four male friends of mine, carried me across the ballroom floor, down the stairs to the street below.
She is a product of her circumstances throughout the course of The Handmaid’s Tale and remains passive in the face of oppression - in that sense, she is complicit in the perpetuation of all that Gilead represents. Offred provides an admission of guilt: "We lived, as usual, by ignoring. Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it" (66). All those who choose to “ignore” the cold hand of oppression and presume complacency are just as guilty of the result of that ignorance. But beyond base ignorance and submission to authority, Offred remains compliant even when outside of the line of direct danger – a display of her submission to the systemic oppression of Gilead.
Hutchinson character because she taught me a valuable lesson—there’s a thin line between righteousness and fairness. Towards the end of the story, she shifted her words for it isn’t fair to it is not right. This simple twist of words resonates wit6h me because I now realized that sometimes things that may not be right can be fair. In the heart aching case of Mrs. Hutchinson, death was fair because every villager was given the chance to participate in this virtuous martyrdom. Each of the villagers agreed to follow and continue to carry this ritual including Mrs. Hutchinson herself.