One hot spring day, a wild cheetah named Uri sat on the Africa savannah underneath an Acacia tree. The hot sun bore down unto the tiny spotted cat, making him very uncomfortable and hot. Trying to cool off, Uri panted and panted. He rolled around and played with and old beetle that was slowly hobbling along, but couldn’t cool off.
“I wonder what I could do to so that I wouldn’t be so hot.” He wondered aloud. If I could fly, then maybe I’d be able to escape the heat and cool off in the chilly winds above. But it occurred to Uri that he didn’t have wings and he dismissed the idea. If I got over to the waterhole and swam a bit, maybe I’d be cool. Thought Uri as he glanced over to the shimmering pool and watched the zebras and gazelles shove one another to reach the refreshing water. But the thought of getting dripping wet was not at all appealing to the cat and so he forgot the idea. Maybe if I could become really fast then I could cool off. Uri decided that he liked this idea, so he set off to find a way to be really fast.
Not long after he’d left the shade of the Acacia tree, Uri c...
Summary: This book informs readers about various animals through the use of fun facts. One such example is when a hippo yawns it isn’t...
America and Race have a long and entangled history. The concept of Race, like America is a recent invention. Race is an idea constructed by society to further political and economic goals. Race was never just a matter of how you look, it's about how people assign meaning toward how you look. It is ironic that a nation that takes great pride in one the foundation “All men are created Equal” can at the same time portray the idea of Race in such a scale that would repress and kill so many people. In this essay I will address what necessitated the creation of the story of race in American history.
Does a morally sound tale become less morally sound based on the teller’s morals? A tale is a tale, and to base a story’s morals off of the teller rather than the message is absurd. This is why The Pardoner’s Tale should win The Host’s contest in the Canterbury Tales over The Wife of Bath’s Tale. When choosing a winner between these two tales, one must first consider the rules on the contest. The Host set the rules that the story must be morally sound, yet entertaining. The tales of the Wife of Bath and the Pardoner are both entertaining, however The Pardoner’s Tale was the only one of the two to be considered morally sound. The Pardoner’s Tale should win over The Wife of Bath’s Tale based on comparison of the tales being entertaining, morally sound and meeting all contest rules set by The Host.
In the short story "The Story of an Hour", Kate Chopin describes an hour of a woman, a new widow seems to be who incidentally recognizes a new free life and enjoys it just in a short moment; one hour right after getting a news of her husbands death in an accident. She has everything and nothing all in the same moment "an hour."
John Edgar Wideman’s, “Our Time”, tells the story of how his brother’s mistakes have caused Robby lots of trouble. Many questions have roamed through my head about Robby, John’s brother, and why he turned out the way he was. Why did Robby have to turn out to be the rebel in the family? Could it have been his home town, his family, or his friends? Those are the questions. I feel like it may have been the “ghetto”, Homewood, that influenced him.
July 22, 1975, was a turning point in the career of Boston Herald photographer Stanley Foreman. Foreman was finishing up a usual day of city photography when he got a call about a fire. The fire was located in an older part of town. There was word that people may be trapped inside the building. Foreman followed fire trucks to the scene. On a hunch he went around to the back of the row houses. There he saw firefighter Bob O’Neil trying to save two people trapped on the fifth floor fire escape. A 2-year-old girl and her 19-year-old godmother were holding on the fire escape waiting to be rescued. Foreman set himself into a position to capture pictures of what he expected to be a routine rescue. But to his surprise there was a loud noise that changed all of that. The fire escape gave way before O’Neil could save the girl and her godmother. O’Neil was just a moment away from saving the two girls. Foreman caught this event through the lens of his 135 mm lens. He shot four photos of the two falling, than turned away before they hit the ground. The godmother, Diana Bryant, broke the fall of the young girl, Tiare Jones, but lost her own life a couple of hours later, Tiare survived. Forman learned that Bryant had died a few hours after developing and turning in his photos to the newspaper. With Bryant now dead he was unsure whether the newspaper would run the photos. But the next morning at 2:00am he saw the first morning edition with his photo almost covering the whole front page. And the rest of his photos were on Page 3. Foreman then went ahead and made a set of prints for the Associated Press by 4:00am. And his photos were seen worldwide by the very next day. The releases of the photos lead to many cities improving the inspection and ma...
Story telling is something extremely powerful. Stories are used as an escape, a connection, or a memory. In “How To Tell A True War Story”, by veteran and author Tim O’Brien, stories were used to help keep the author sane after fighting in a brutal war. In “Selections from Reading Lolita in Tehran”, written by Azar Nafisi an author and activist, Nafisi explains how escaping reality through works of fiction helped her keep her individuality and sanity during a time of great struggle in her homeland of Iran. Opposing these two authors ideas is Martha Stout’s, a clinical psychologist, “When I Woke Up Tuesday Morning, It Was Friday”, by scientifically examining her patients experiences to explain the phenomenon of dissociation. Stout’s definition of dissociation was described in a way that it has varying levels, from slight to monumental, and how it disrupts people lives and changes their sense of self. In all three of these pieces it is clear to see that dissociation is used differently, and has different effects on each scenario. Dissociation is often linked to healing, but it is not a method of healing, it is a method of coping with tragedy. People utilize different aspects such as imagination and fiction as tools to aid their dissociation, but in the end they are still forced to come back and face the harsh reality of their lives. The true question is if dissociating helps protect or if it harms the delicate sense of self. This essay will explain how these tools, of imagination and fiction, are used to shield the person’s sense of identity, and whether dissociation is helping them or harming them.
Cheetah is a 9 year old boy living with his family. One day his sister dies on the run to get water. The family decides to send Cheetah on the 25 mile run. So now Cheetah is the one to get the water. A few years later Cheetah is getting the water and bringing it back in 20 minutes which is extremely fast.
I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in this world, why did it have to be her?
It was february 2016 on a friday when me and my brother Josh just got off of our bus from school. It was a bright and sunny afternoon. Me and Josh started walking together on the sidewalk. for about 5 minutes until we were at our house. I turned the doorknob then opened the door. We both went in and decided to go to the family room to play on our Playstation 4 When we noticed something really off. Our dog Shorty was laying on the ground with our mom trying to comfort him.
In the short story, “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin, there is an apparent reflection of Chopin’s views on feminism and self-reliance. It is expressed greatly how repressive of a role marriage is on women and their lives.
The sun became almost unbearable; it was gleaming down on us like a magnifying glass beaming down on ants. I regret not putting on sunscreen, but that wasn’t the biggest of my worries. Trying to avoid the heat, we rapidly walked to botanical gardens drive. Preoccupied with the heat, we lost track of our whereabouts. To make matters worse it was so hot that the moment I wiped my forehead of sweat I immediately started to perspire once again. In desperation we asked a man coming up the street from the chemical sciences building where the gardens might possibly be.
After that he went up again on the back of his camel and continue walking in direction of the village. The sun was high in the sky and the heat is unbearable, Emir cool his face with a paper fan. but the poor camel did not feel good, but warmly largest. The greatest thirst. drool dripped seeing his owner dealing with cold water. He closed his eyes and imagined a fuller walking amid cold water temperature softens and moisturizes the mouth.
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We have all seen it before. The African savanna. A cheetah. A pack of grazing gazelles. The cheetah stealthily approaches toward the pack of grazing gazelles. N...