The Park
Standing in the corner of the park, a giant stands watch over everything and everyone. Cars can be seen, smelt, and mostly heard as they rush by trying to get somewhere in time. The air here seems to be the purest possible, until another old car screams by showing a fraction of the impurities present. There is a swarm of insects in the opposite corner from the giant, racing around at insane speeds. All the while, a lone crow watches, waiting for a chance to try out his wits against the bugs. There is grass covering most of the park except for some bare spots.
In a corner of the park a giant tree stands watch. Like a plate of armor, the thick gray skin flows over her whole body. Except for a few places, where there is an invisible force holding it at bay, grayness masks her essence completely. Only close to the ground does this alligator armor fail to cover her entire body. It is as if she had been abused for the first few years of life, leaving open scars for everyone to see and places for the insects to feed on her. Some blades of grass are taking advantage of this absence of protection, growing in the holes between her skin. Around these scars, her skin folds down onto itself letting you see how thick the armor really is (maybe an inch or so). Farther from the ground her skin starts to show a pattern: diamonds repeating over and over again.
Right at the base she is split, not like someone or something is responsible, but more like the seed split right after it sprouted. What is left can be described as Siamese twins, still connected but leaving two different entities, each one going its separate way. A little further from the ground both once again decide they don’t like who they have become. Unlike a human, she has the choice to let part of her go one way and part go another. So both split again, losing size as they reach for the sky.
At this point, smaller arms begin to appear, except these arms aren’t reaching for the sky, they are reaching parallel to the ground. These arms split numerous times as well, as if they can’t decide which direction they want to grow. They support hundreds of little green hands, each one doing its small part to support the bigger being.
Imagine a scenic, wild landscape with animals that roam freely, cascading waterfalls, and mountains that seem to scrape the pale blue sky. This is what one thinks when first hearing the name Yosemite National Park. Unfortunately, the reality is completely opposite. Yosemite is now under a federally regulated Class 1 area under the Clean Air Act, which is equivalent to the pollution of Los Angeles (“National Parks Service”). It is a sad comparison to the past John Muir, who first documented Yosemite Valley, to today’s reality. The condition of Yosemite National Park should be introduced to the American public in order to protect its historic beauty and significance, eliminate current pollution, and prevent future repercussions.
One day as I was walking along through the tall blades of grass, I came upon a massive figure. I thought to myself, oh just another one of these uninteresting creatures, but this one, this one was different. This one was clad with long flowing hair, and other features that did not fit my ordinary image of these marvelous creatures. I quickly realized it was going to place itself on the ground, and I was in its way. I quickly sprung to safety as the massive creature collapsed where I was previously stationed. How rude, I thought, It ruined the perfect flow of the grass. But I did not ponder too much on it as it was commonplace for these large creatures to land here. By the tree. Next to the water.
...ot be killed. Fastened to the tree she is vulnerable to the creatures of the woods and the Shadowbrute.
This was a story about a man named Mike, and how he found God all over again. Though you may or may not believe in God himself, I believe this book would touch your heart regardless. Mike had been an upper class college student who was doing very well in his life. He had, money, an education, respect and overall he had a great life. He was considered a Christian and even attended a Christian collage. He had grown up in the church, and was what most people viewed as the perfect American citizen. Yet one day, while attending a church service themed of being the kind of person you say you are, he began to question himself. Was he actually being the person he said he was? Or was he just going on with life, and only focusing on what makes him happy? Is being a “good” Christian simply mean to go to a church and listen? To invest your money into different “Christian” organizations and to judge those that are different from you? Or is being the Cristian you say you are, mean to help out the people that we all ignore, and to actually rely on God, as opposed to going to him when you've ran out of choices? Those are just few of many things that Mike had began to question about his life.
In the park written by Gwen Harwood, was originally written under a male pseudonym. The poem represents the idea of changing identity because of certain circumstances as well as challenging common ideas, paradigms and values & beliefs which is commonly held amongst mothers in today’s society.
“Trying to merge into mainstream society and cover her brown skin with makeup, of having no sense that she had her right to her own opinion”(Shierly) The journey to finding yourself is approached in many different aspects, which varies from person to person. As a child children we see a blurred image of ourselves not knowing exactly who we are, however as we grow older the blur becomes more apparent to us and eventually a reflection of who we truly are, is revealed. This is evidentially shown in the novel Monkey Beach by Eden Robinson, where Lisamarie discovers her new identity as an empowered and strong woman through the positive motivation from her family, role models to whom she looks up to and her acceptance to her own culture.
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
On September 9th, 2017 at approximately 7 p.m., I went to Gracedale Public Park to carefully conduct my observation on the individuals, who were at the park and their specific activities in the one hour of time. When I got there, the weather was beautiful with soft winds, a clear sky and with some dim sunlight. The park was full of people of all ages. Though, there were more kids than adults and some teenagers. There were many bicycles and strollers parked beside the tree I sat under. After a couple of minutes, the park filled up with more and more individuals and everyone seemed busy doing their own actions.
It is a story that provides the ultimate explanation of how two different people who are witnesses to a crime give completely different psychological recollections of the same event. The author reminds us that truth depends on the telling. Someone must step forward and tell that truth.
The system I chose to analyze was kids park. I chose this system based on a variety of different reasons. Firstly, on my experience from visiting majority of the parks in my neighbourhood, I’ve came noticed that a handful of parents doesn't have the time to take their kids to the park anymore. Whatever the reason maybe; work, personal time off, or too busy, it is something I've been noticing progressively. It is usually the nannies who are left with that responsibility or older siblings. Secondly I chose this particular system because I find it interesting how some parents are raising the children and when they’re out in public, for instance, a playground, I get to see how they deal with their kids in certain situation and if it affects what
The main adaptation of the lungs is the extremely large surface area it has. This is created by the millions of tiny alveoli sacs and the ciliated epithelial cells lining them. This increases the contact surface area for the oxygen entering the lungs, allowing many more molecules to diffuse simultaneously. The capillaries are also divided up into a network covering a large area which also creates a larger exchange surface for the carbon dioxide and oxygen. The second adaptation is that both the alveolar membrane and the capillary wall are surrounded by a membrane which is only one cell thick. This is important for diffusion of oxygen and carbon dioxide gases as it means there is a much narrower distance for the molecules to pass through. The third way in which the lungs are adapted to increase the rate of diffusion is that both the capillary and the alveolus are made of a semi permeable membrane allowing smaller molecules such as oxygen and carbon dioxide to pass through easily.
For any educator that is searching for a poem to arouse the interest of students enlisted in upper level literature classes, the poem “In the Orchard” by Muriel Stuart, written in the early twentieth century, conveys the ageless theme of unrequited love. The poem has all the elements of making students understand how far back the feeling of unrequited love has been around. We can understand these elements better through the rhetorical strategies.
Cyberbullying is a new form of bullying that follows students from the hallways of their schools to the privacy of their homes. Many victims of cyberbullying are bullied 4 from the moment they wake up and check their cell phone or e-mail, to the time they go to bed and shut off their computer or cell phone. Cyberbullying is bullying or harassment that happens online and more difficult to stop because you need to have all the evidence saved to prove it happened. Cyberbullying is nothing to mess around with if a kid is being cyberbullied you need to get that taking care of before it gets any worse.
Self-discovery is a way for one to discover who they are in the inside and to be able to express their characteristics to others. “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” - Aristotle. Knowing one’s self isn’t about knowing family heritage, but what one can gain by being around others to help express themselves. Knowing others before themselves can help one boost their expectation in life. One factor towards discovery is by having self confidence. Self confidence can drive anyone to pursue their interests and excel in what they truly love the most. Another important factor that contributes to self confidence is loving one’s self and being an independent person. This element towards life can and will lead one down any path of success