There are other literary devices such as metaphors, rhetorical questions, and similes. Ethos means that the speaker is establishing their credibility to the audience. An example of ethos in his speech is “I have been asked many times, "Why do musicians give so much time to charitable
No evil would dare step a murderous foot in my room. I felt safe in my own bed as I should’ve been. The nightlight stayed for many years until one day I realized that maybe I didn’t need it. I felt like a coward because I needed a light to go to sleep and to protect me against imaginary and improbable threats. After a couple of days of contemplating taking the nightlight out or not, I eventually manned up and did it.
Music is a powerful tool. Having been passed down from ancient traditions, it has become a prevalent use of entertainment. It gives artists a massive platform for them to voice their opinion and declare their feelings about issues that are and were prominent. Although the power of music is abused by many artists talking about more explicit and irrelevant topics, others use this ability to make a change. Through music, men and women were able to express their want for change and progressed the fight for equality between the sexes, so they wouldn 't have to abide by the social norms and expectation of society.
But was I wrong pain still at a level 9 and this nurse was asking me simple questions like “How are you doing this afternoon”, “what happened to you and how long ago”, “Have you eaten yet?”, “My name and my age”, “what school I went to”. The list went on and on, and I answered the questions anticipating the last one. However, after about 3 minutes of it I began to lose my patience. The pain was still on my chest and it felt stuck there. “When can I see a doctor”, I yelled as tears return to my cheeks and this time I felt as if I would flood the room.
At the stroke of midnight, Giovanni felt tired and hopeless. He was ready to give up all hope, but he found a stairwell leading up the main tower of the home. As he climbed the stairs, he was struck with a strange chill. Finally, he reached a door, and upon opening it, he noticed a beautiful white bed with drapery delicately placed all around it. Slowly, Giovanni drew back the curtains, only to notice lying in the bed was Beatrice!
Plan: I will begin by adding 10 minutes of moderate exercise to my weekly routine on 3 days of the week. Strengths: I have successfully begun a work-out routine by starting small and adding time each week in the past and I believe I can successfully start small. • A support network of friends and coworkers Problem 1: Avoiding hot-button topics with co-workers and supervisors leads to unresolved thoughts and feelings which creates emotional stress and alienates me. Goal: My goals it to begin to address hot-button topics with co-workers and
“Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones” (Keith Richard). The Chamber Night on March 1, 2018 at A.Y. Jackson had many talented musicians performing a variety of genres. It has grasped my heart from the very beginning and has not failed to keep me engaged in the performance.
I laid motionless on the bed, on the pile of mess that is my room and a representation of my life. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping to see something different appear on the clock. Another realization came to me as I remained in the bed. It's a lonely and sad place to exist because all I do is exist, I do not live, I do not know how to or what it's like to be just normal. I get angry at myself for feeling the way I do because I know it’s not a normal behavior.Every day I would find a new lie to tell
Yes, this one is good but too short “Ooh Lucy you’ve spent the whole day on your essay and you are still not getting what to write about, Just sleep and close your eyes everything will be alright when you wake up!” said Wien Wien is my friend, a friend ? Well not really, he entertains me but a poor adviser. I guess I will have to follow his advice now, I have no other alternative. Laying on my bed staring at the ceiling wondering what to write about, that time when you feel unfulfilled knowing that starting over again would yield the best
Five years after I finished the book, I still wrestled with the same predicament. Recovery and relapse, an infinite times over, is maybe all my life is going to be. But all the places I have reached in the midst of life 's endless cycle ─ self-actualization, discovery, release ─ make everything I have had to go through to get here undoubtedly worth it. Maybe I had to lose every identity I was ever branded with before I could take the driver’s seat in my own life. Maybe I had to self-harm to realize that I, a speck of dust in a cosmic galaxy, am significant.
“WHAT” I thought. “Is Stevie trying to help me win the best student award? He would never do such a thing!” I thought again. “Maybe, because Stevie admitted that he was lying about me the whole time, I might win the student of the year award!” I thought right as the bell to go home rang. Once I got home, I dozed off, and I didn’t care to wake up until the next morning.