Speeding through the snow “Wake up, Jomari! It’s time to go” exclaiming my mom as she was getting our stuff ready for the mountain. I finally got out of the hotel bed, got dressed, and then brushed my teeth. I wasn’t that excited today because I don’t usually spend that much time with my family. I went because we were going to go snowboarding.
The snow on the unveiled mountain and ground was a matte, white color. The wind was unnoticeable on the way to the registration building. As soon as we got into the central area, we grouped up. There was a window of about half an hour for us to go down the bunny slopes to practice before the actual lessons were available. There were two tiers to the slope, a lower section and a higher section.
It was a huge house made of wood with glass around the house which gave it a feel of a old but contemporary house. Looking out of the house we saw the town and also saw the mountain that we would be skiing the next day. I remember looking over at my brother and having a very great excitement over my face. We had already gotten our ski clothes and lift passes ready the night before. We were ready to climb the Snow Bird mountain.
Snow serves as a symbol of the love the couple once shared together. The narrator explains the night of the “big snow”, “Remember the night, out on the lawn, knee-deep in snow, chins pointed to the sky as the wind whirled down all that whiteness?” (108) which is a symbol of the climax of the love and happiness shared between the two lovers. However, the narrator uses the idea of snow once again, “just a few dots of white, no field of snow” (109) to contrast the previous image. The few dots of white symbolize the absence or dwindling of love and affection that was once shared in the house the narrator passes by. Similarly to how snow falls and then eventually melts away, the love that grew within the couple eventually melted away as well.
The return phase sees Brian discover two parallel mysterious straight lines in the snow. After following these lines, he finds a Rustic Log Cabin in the Woods and it meets a trapping family inside. After a cargo plane arrives on the scene, Brian hesitates about getting on for a Split Second because the Canadian wilderness is now equal to his home. He had mastered it. Brian’s Winter is a book with a somewhat unusual use of the
It was July 15, 2012 my heart was pounding as fast as a racing car,as I slowly walked the steps of the enormous plane,I slowly thought of how different my life was gonna be, in new place i’ve never been to.I felt exited to meet this place but at same time I felt scared……how different was Latin America gonna be? “El Salvador”,my mom softly repeated the name of the place we where traveling to.After four hours of watching the white clouds,and the peaceful sky, we had finally arrived. As we stepped out of the Airport my eyes where rapidly attracted to all the Cultural things around me,I could feel how my lungs breathed in and out the smell of traditional food and fresh natural air. As me and my parents got seated on the taxi,the car started
Every time I go there is an amazing adventure. I have the opportunity to snowboard daily from opening to closing. When I’m on the hill there’s only one thing I need to focus on, the snow in front of me. I carve through the powder with a wide grin on my face. I love snowboarding and I am fortunate to have the ability to do it almost every weekend during the winter.
Anxiety, it’s the feeling that came over me when I arrived at the airport to come to America. I was born in Brasil, it was my home. So boy was I shocked when I heard that we were moving to the United States, and I was only six years old. My parents thought we would have a better life here in America because, with all the “opportunities” it offered, it was the place to be. My father flew over one month before I was scheduled to; he planned on getting everything situated by finding a job and a place for us to live.
I then started imagining myself in an airplane obviously me and my sister were gonna be traveling in an airplane. Two days before the day to leave my sister and me started packing everything we were gonna take and we took 2 suitcases and we each had a backpack to take with us on the airplane. The day before me and my sister were talking about how different would it be there from here. It was 5 am and it was time to get up and start getting all of our things and head out to the airport it took 2 hours to get to the Atlanta international airport, when we go there my parents helped get out our bags and we went in to get our suitcases checked. Once we got all that done we headed off to our gate until it was time to get on the airplane and leave.
After one week, Rodolfo decided to join us with his wife. I had tried to persuade a Kazakhstani female classmate in MIM class, but finally she denied my suggestion. So, the final members of the travel were decided. Rodolfo and his wife – both of they are Mexican. Michael and his girl friend – both of they are Chinese.