It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.
I’m running from the terror behind me. Five bulls have found me and are trying to kill me. There was nowhere for me to go, I was done for it. The bulls are a hundred yards behind me and are closing in. I brace myself for the excruciating pain to come. Out of nowhere I hear a crack. I look to the side of me to see a glacier starting to fall. It takes all the strength I have to stand, but once I’m finally up a jolt of energy rushes through me I run near the icy lake where the glacier is falling. The bulls were closing in 20 yards, 12 yards, 8 yards, I dive out of the way in the nick of time to send the bulls flying into the icy water where the majority of the glacier falls on top of them, and I’m just hoping that killed them. The energy that I once had flew out of me I was light headed and just wanted to get back to the cave, however right when I started walking I collapsed.
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver shows the women of the Congo as being the workers of the family. They take care of the children, going so far as to carry them around constantly once they reach a certain age, and they are responsible for all the housework. The females are seen as capable and have many responsibilities. In spite of this, the reality for the real women of the Congo is that they are in constant fear of being a victim of sexual violence. Sexual violence can happen anywhere, but in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) it occurs on a daily basis (Ganzamungu and Maharaj 737).
The overall worst team to ever play major league baseball would have to be the Cleveland Spiders. The Spiders started off the season winning only 8 out of 38 games. The team would then go on to win only 12 of their last 112 games. Their best pitcher of the year had a record of 4-22 on the season. Finally the spiders at the end of the season the Cleveland Spiders would finish 35 games out of 11th place, and 72 games out of first place. The worst major league baseball team record is held by the 2003 Detroit Tigers. Their record that year was 43-119 making them officially own the worst team record of all time. They own the fourth worst record of all time as well with the 1996 season when they went 53-109. They also own the fifth worst record off
In Dave Berry’s essay, “From Here On, Let Women Kill Their Own Spiders” Berry uses a number of rhetorical devices. These rhetorical devices help explain the typical stereotypes of both men and women while also satirizing them at the same time. Using devices such as sarcasm, hyperboles, and satire, as well as using the appeal, pathos, Berry greatly connects to the audience in an emotional way.
Darkness. Everything was black. You didn't know where you were, or how you got there. You tried to stand up. Your legs began to wobble. It felt as if gravity was trying to pull your entire body through whatever ground was supporting you. SNAP "AAAAH!" You cried out in pain. Your bones
It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange. It had a nice aroma, soothing my nose, almost as if the wood was chopped down and assembled into a cabin just before we came in. We came with a big group of different families, and the connection that everyone had was easily noticed. Some of the families had older children and some families had younger. Happily, no matter the age we all still got along as if we were all the same age. We had already been camping for two days, during these two days all the families stayed together. We went hiking, played different sports and games,
Ever since five years ago a dark pathway opened on February 29th. Weirdly I was born on the day of the event so in a way I think is attached to me, but I haven’t seen the place yet so everyone thinks I’m normal, but lately the tests at the lab are getting harder and school’s bullies are getting really rough and I have been under a lot of stress lately.
In his editorial article, “From Now On, Let Women Kill their Own Spiders,” author David Barry claims that communication between both genders should be improved for the better understanding of each other. David Barry supports this claim by including examples of how women are stereotypical to men, and should be aware of both sides can find a way to cope with this situation and fix it. Barry’s purpose is to appeal to both men and women in order to make them come to the realization that both genders are capable of making mistakes, and also finding solutions to these problems that they face. David Barry uses rhetorical devices to appeal to both men and women from all over the world, in hopes of assisting them and ending these stereotypes about the
The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.
The medics came out with the stretcher. I tried to come to my feet so I could at least walk off the field, but I ended up falling and not being able to stay up on my own. I had to be carried off the field and try to calm down and gain control of my thoughts. A few of my coaches rushed to me questioning if I would be ok. The team medic said there is no way to know until after I am in the back getting checked
My second winter snowboarding started off painful. I was going snowboarding with some family friends at Cranmore Mountain and to say the least the experience was eventful. Getting there we stand in line to get the over priced day passes and struggle in the warmth of the lodge while wearing enough clothes for sub degree weather. We get to the front of our line pay the price on the sign and we were off to a long day of skiing and snowboarding we thought. First thing we do is go to the biggest chair lift which goes to the top of the mountain. As a nine year old boy the ride up was nerve racking enough but boy I didn't know what the ride down would entail.
Have you ever stared in a mirror with tears streaming down, wondering if you should give up? I have. If I hadn’t had my friends with me the whole time, I would’ve probably given up many times. They taught me to to look forwards and bash through the barriers; never stop. Even when I’ve lost my legs. I finally found out how important teamwork was, and the thing that leads to teamwork is friendship. I promised them and did what my heart told me to do. Changes. Who isn’t scared of one? You and I, we all are - it could become so deadly. I was on the field fighting the night before, we stood together, our spirits linked. The next morning, I was stretched out in an anonymous place where I heard people crying, sobbing. I realised that I couldn’t move my legs anymore- not even if somebody poured lava on it. Petrified with my fist clenched. Crying never helped me solve any problems, not even when I was younger. It never helped; there was no pont of it. I am a strong man; the captain of a Football team. All of my friends cheered and cheered for me, I knew we were unified again. I said to coach, “ I’m hurt, not dead “ Eventually, I chose to not give up because I trust them, and love them.