The Wanderer- Original Writing
I sat there on the bus, contemplating the abnormal events of the day
and staring at the thick snow that lay outside. It was a long bus
journey back to my house and I had a long time to spend with the not
particularly talkative driver. I think the driver had become
accustomed to my presence as I travelled on the bus every Friday
night. He would always let me on the bus without charging me and wait
for another ten minutes and see if anyone else got on, which they
never did. I had not, for as long as I remember had a conversation
with him, and had for a long time now forgotten the sound of his
voice. The only sound I would hear on a typical journey was the quiet
grumbling of the bus driver and the loud roaring of the buses engine.
Nobody got on the bus this late at night.
I was as I was saying, contemplating the events of the day, when I was
interrupted mid thought by a more pressing realization. The bus was
now stopping. This may seem a very normal thing for a bus to do, this
bus however never stopped except for myself. The bus had stopped to
let on another passenger. I looked forward to this, as my usual
journey would include no human interaction. The passenger was a man,
that I guessed to be in his mid thirties. I took a quick look up and
down him. I looked up and down him again with a bit more detail. No
snow, he must have been standing at the bus stop for a little while,
as buses never come on time, yet he had avoided getting any snow on
him. My own boots were cased in a think slushy mess, but his fine
black shoes were hardly even wet. My jeans and thick jacket, which I
was quite fond of, were no longer covered in snow but were wet from
the snow that had melted in the comfortable warmth of the bus. His
The name of this evening’s program, “Wanderlust,” refers directly to its definition: a strong desire for or impulse to travel and explore the world. The selected song cycles were written by composers of different backgrounds who were inspired by cultures outside of their own through travel or other means of exposure. In each piece, one can see these sources of inspiration manifest itself in various ways, whether it be through the composer’s choice of text, their style of composition, or other musical elements borrowed from other cultures.
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
This essay is an excerpt by Rebecca Solnit 's book, Wanderlust: A History of Walking,. The purpose of this essay is to create awareness about walking which is seen inferior in our society as compared to driving and using public transportation. This essay is not targeted towards a specific group of people. However, it might be of more interest to social activists and people who consider walking a good exercise. Solnit talks about the value of walking and how it is being lost with the changes in our society and environment. She also talks about the increase of suburban spaces in our society due to rapid industrialization which discourage walking. Solnit suggests that if we continue to devalue walking in our society, we would be alienated
Having not expected much to come from my stay there, I was overjoyed when suddenly I knew that just because I didn’t like fast rides, I could still have fun with my friends and it was even better when I found my lost home.
Apparently, a bus requires 12 times more time to stop when the road is slippery than under normal dry weather. Also, before applying the brakes, check the rear view mirror for the close driving vehicles at the back. Showing stop signals a little earlier would assist you in alerting the trailing vehicles. Before stopping at the designated bus stop, check the mirrors for the approaching students and send out alerts.
In The Young Traveler’s Gift, Michael Holder, a normal teenage boy, is faced with multiple problems and no apparent solutions. The book opens on Michael in a jail cell, waiting for his parents to pick him up. In the cell, he replays the events of the night in his mind: going to party, allowing his friends to drink, and being the designated driver. Though Michael sober, his friends were not being safe passengers, and caused him to wreck the car, sending one of his friends to the hospital. Michael is charged with reckless endangerment, and on top of that, the following morning Michael’s father reveals that he has lung cancer. Michael feels that the world, that God himself, is pitted against him. Because his father is sick, Michael has to quit
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
Well, after many, many grueling hours, we finally arrive home! The trip is over and it was amazing. I cant’ believe how fun it was. I unpack my stuff from the inner surface of the van. I walk up my stone sidewalk and to my wooden front door. I wait for my parents to open it, and then I walk home and smell the familiar sent of my house. I get settled in. I get out of my clothes into new ones. I settle down, and I shortly go to sleep. The trip is over, and it was great.
“In our communication-orientated age, listening is more important than ever. This is why, in most companies, effective listeners hold higher positions and are promoted more often than ineffective listeners” (Lucas 48.) Listening is one, if not the most vital and valuable tool that we can utilize. Being a proficient listener is not only beneficial as a student, but also as an individual in the business place and even in personal relations. In this day in age, the lack of mental presence within the activity that we are physically present for is almost accepted as normal. The fact that the mind wanders is unfortunately proven by data collected in a week long listening study. This listening study took place at a university, with a
The Wanderer fulfills all of the requirements for an Anglo-Saxon Lyric poem by using all of the devices of Anglo-Saxon poem poetry. The Wanderer is an Anglo-Saxon Lyric poem. The word lyric comes from the Greek word Lyre. Stringed musical instrument. Lyric tells of strong, sudden emotion. The first Lyric poems were meant to be sung, poets used to sing them. Now Lyric poetry is meant to be read. Lyric poetry is a short poem that reveals a speaker's feelings, emotions, mode, state of mind, expressions, thoughts, and attitude. The devices of Anglo-Saxon poetry are caesurae , homiletic passage, mutability theme, stoicism, ubi sunt, kennings, and alliteration. The Wanderer uses all of these devices to fulfill all the requirements of an Anglo-Saxon Lyric Poem,
leave. My feet took me home, led me to my bedroom where I sat rigidly
was trying to get used to a state that I had never been too. I walked home and
and I could see it in the crack in the door. There were more chains,
The wood was enormous. It was dark and it was cold and I needed to get