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“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

 

     When people try something new they have two options: persevere through the failure and confusion or call it quits and stick to things their more comfortable with. I had this very option last summer when I got into a 29er for the first time.  It was a disastrous day but that was expected when you get into a new boat for the first time. We were crashing everywhere, capsizing over and over again watching our energy and patience slowly winding away. By the end of the day we felt crushed, untalented and hopeless. But giving up was not an option for me. For me sailing is more than a pastime or a hobby, it is a way of life and sailing this new and demanding boat was the next step on my path to success. So we did not give up then, we kept fighting, kept learning, kept improving. We shook off the defeatist attitude went home and got to work. We brainstormed what aspects needed the most improvement, and by asking my brother and doing research online. As we repeated this over and over again our progress and hard work became visible and our attitudes got better and better each time. Now as I look back I realize that trying something despite the challenges and difficulties is something I will never regret. 

 


Moby Dick 1-25

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“Call me Ishmael.” (Melbourne p.1)

Reading a classic can be a struggle but in the end it’s offen worth it. So far reading Moby Dick has Been a story of pain, a story of boredom and a story of frustration but i do hope that as i continue to read i will find it is worth the pain. Throughout these chapters I often found myself skimming the book, getting confused, and relying on the lit charts. Melbournes descriptive writing style is at most times completely over the top. I have spent hours and hours reading and they haven’t even started whaling. He spent chapters and chapters describing every single detail of things that don’t have anything to do with the plot. This also takes out any thrill from the book; it gives it no ability to get the readers adrenaline going get him excited because everything just moves so slow. But as th journey continues i am optimistic that I will find this book to be worth all the hard work in have and will put it. 


Would you rather be happy and ignorant--or wise?

 

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 "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out of it alive." Elbert Hubbard


It is this very question that all of us at some point ask: Would you rather be happy and ignorant--or wise? For me, I would much rather be happy and ignorant. This is because for many people including me, happiness is a primary goal in life. I first relished this last year during student life with Star. We were asked the same question and we reflected on what the goal of life is and if it is living a happy life. And if being happy makes me ignorant then so be it. Living a stress-free, anxiety free, worry free, happy life is far better than having to know and deal with all of the pain and suffering in the world. You might not have a large impact on the world and you might not become a famous well-known person but that's not necessarily a bad thing. You will be able to focus all of your positive energy towards the people you love instead of being stretched so thin that you don’t have close relationships with anyone. so, due to happiness being what I am looking for in life I would much rather be happy than wise.


Christmas in Wales

Literary Analysis of A child's Christmas in Wales

 

 

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Imagination has the power to turn some of the most uninteresting things into a completely wonderful experience. In “A Child’s Christmas in Wales.” the main character uses his impressive imagination to tell a superb story held together by an impressive armada of similes and metaphors with plenty of images and actions. I don’t think I have ever experienced a piece which can use this special combination of theme and writing techniques.

 

 

The imagination in this book was the main basis for the story. He described how the power of imagination can turn a common and not too eventful day into an adventure full of excitement. This created a vivid and unforgettable story out of a rather ordinary experience.

It was on the afternoon of the Christmas Eve, and I was in Mrs. Prothero's garden, waiting for cats, with her son Jim. It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our hands wrapped in socks, we waited to snowball the cats. Sleek and long as jaguars and horrible-whiskered, spitting and snarling, they would slink and sidle over the white back-garden walls, and the lynx-eyed hunters, Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road, would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes. The wise cats never appeared.

As you can see here the simple act of waiting for cats to throw snowballs at was changed into something completely different and all the more exciting. (see image at the top)

 

In this unique piece of literature, the use of similes and metaphors are so abundant and powerful you can not get through a paragraph without one. Without these a statement like this would not have the same distinctive meaning or power:

And the cold postman, with a rose on his button-nose, tingled down the tea-tray-slithered run of the chilly glinting hill. He went in his ice-bound boots like a man on fishmonger's slabs. He wagged his bag like a frozen camel's hump, dizzily turned the corner on one foot, and, by God, he was gone.”

In addition, these allowed me (the reader) the fully understand the message and scene he is describing.

 

But not only did he use similes and metaphors to describe this superb story. He used the images and actions technique so well that it had a major impact on practically every element of the story.

Bags of moist and many-colored jelly babies and a folded flag and a false nose and a tram-conductor's cap and a machine that punched tickets and rang a bell; never a catapult; once, by mistake that no one could explain, a little hatchet; and a celluloid duck that made, when you pressed it, a most unducklike sound, a mewing moo that an ambitious cat might make who wished to be a cow; and a painting book in which I could make the grass, the trees, the sea and the animals any colour I pleased, and still the dazzling sky-blue sheep are grazing in the red field under the rainbow-billed and pea-green birds.

As you can see here, he used descriptive words to describe every single item and paint a unique and detailed image in the readers head.

 

As you can see with the power of imagination combined with similes, metaphors and descriptive images can create a piece that will achieve massive success for centuries to come.

 


The Power of Tradition

The Power of Tradition

 

“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.” 
― Gustav Mahler

 

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A picture of the bonfire at the Fourth of July picnic a couple years ago.

A tradition is more than a mere celebration; it is a way of life and has an important impact and influence on who we are as people. Twice every year the small Barnstable yacht club community gets together in our humble clubhouse, sandy lawn blending into the rocky beach and marsh and its magnificent pier stretching out into our beloved harbor. It is in these magical picnics when I feel the power of tradition at its full strength. This is a time to catch up with old friends and acquaintances,  get to know those members of the community you don’t know, and just enjoy this precious time and place. Everyone meets each other with warm welcoming arms whether or not they were close and this creates an atmosphere so powerful it is impossible to describe to someone who has never experienced it. Every year I obtain many positive memories but one sticks out. This was one of the fondest memories I have ever had and it occurred at one of these picnics around 5 years ago. My family and two other families that we are so close to that they might as well be family were always the last people to leave. My good friend Taylor and her family owned the boat shop next store and at that store, she had her home-made go-cart which, as a young boy I thought was the coolest thing ever. By this point in the night, we were the only ones there and the road to the yacht club and boat shop was barren: the perfect opportunity for some go-carting. So that’s exactly what we did. We flew out from the boat shop, into the yacht club parking lot leaving donut marks in the grey gravel. Then we raced up the long winding driveway hitting speeds incomprehensible by my young self. We continued on taking turns between me, my siblings, Taylor, and our friends Tommy and Helen. By the time the night was over I knew that these were my people, this was my place and I can’t wait until next time.  It was because of this yearly tradition that I created a lifelong memory and secured many friendships that will continue to prosper for many years to come.

 


Wasted Times

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All the time we spend doing things we don’t want to do is just a waste. One cannot succeed and improve themselves doing something they don’t want to do. This is because we are all driven by passion, if there is no passion then there will be no hard work and therefore no success. For instance i was an excellent trumpet player for many years but as my parents found out what i could achieve they started to try to push me and force me to play. This caused me to loose the natural passion i had and therefore caused my success and skill to go away. Once it became something they wanted me to do instead of me wanting to do it the thought of me bringing my music skills to a better level was gone. And from then on every second i spent playing the trumpet was a waste and i did not improve any aspect of me. In addition both mine and my parents time and resources  would be wasted arguing about it and it caused many negative thoughts and actions. That is just one example of how if there is no want, no passion, it is just a big waste of time


The Value of Thanksgiving

 

Thanksgiving 

 

“Family is not an important thing, it’s everything.” —Michael J. Fox

 

 

Thanksgiving,

This wonderful, joyous and relaxing holiday 

Is often overlooked

By people letting their greed and need for physical objects 

get in the way of enjoying this precious holiday 

 

When November comes around and Holloween is finished

People start the dreadful countdown to Christmas

When asked about why not thanksgiving 

They say “thanksgiving is great and all but there is no presents”

 

 

This leads me to wonder 

Why and when did this material greed become more important than spending time with your  loved ones

When did having a scrumptious meal with your family and friends 

Get thought of as a waste of your precious time

 

It is this very issue 

That is the problem with modern society 

The value of a god meal with all your loved ones

Is practically gone

 

When I was a young child 

I thought like this 

But when I realized the value of this holiday 

I learned that this holiday was more then just a meal

 

 

It is a time to Catch up and have many laughs with your while family 

It is a time to share food and stories 

A time to take a hiatus from our busy stressful lives

 

We need to realize that

Items are temporary, 

Family is forever 

 

 

 

 

 


Hard Times

How Hard Times Shaped Me Into Who I Am

 

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It’s hard times that shape a person to who they are. Throughout my whole life I have never been able to focus or sit still and because of that many things that are easy for most people are incredibly difficult for me. But this challenge also had many positive aspects and has shaped me into who I am now. I remember vividly when I looked at the definition of AHDH it described me perfectly, and for the first time ever I realized that it was not normal to spend most of math class spacing out and going insane from sitting in one spot for so long. I always admittedly dismissed the thought of having ADHD because I always thought it would make me not “normal” or that it was “bad”. But as I matured I realized that this was not necessarily a bad thing and that I can turn this so called disability into a strength. For instance most people dread long car rides they think they are boring and dreadful. But I love long car rides, I just put on some music and let my brain do what it does best: space out. I’m honestly not sure what I think about or what’s happening in my brain but I am fully content and happy. This so called disorder has given be a very different view on life that most people will never experience. They will never know the difficulty and challenge of missing many key points when someone is trying to tell you something. But they will also not know what’s it’s like to randomly be determined to move around all of your furniture at 3 am the day before you leave for the cape for the summer. This part of me that very few people understand has had a tremendous impact on shaping me to who I am today. 

 


Power of Place

 

 

 

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The Power if Place

 

“Experience of self is profoundly connected with the existence of life in buildings and in our surroundings.” 

~ Christopher Alexander, Luminous Ground

 

 

The power of a place is the feeling that you get when you enter it’s magical realm. I get that very feeling when I walk onto the patch of untouched beach in the midst of the massive marsh overlooking the enormous Barnstable harbor. When I enter this sacred place I know that this is my time, y place, my opportunity to be free. When I would go there at night I would feel the cool salty breeze coming from Cape Cod Bay and when I go there in the day, I can fell the powerful summer sun an my skin and glistening off the salt water. As I look across the massive harbor to the famous sandy neck and it’s equally famous light house I feel the untouched salty sand crunch beneath my feet. This is my place. This pristine beach is where I and at peace with the world. When I am there, there is nothing holding me down. The first time I went to this special spot I was amazed by the private nature of it. I spent hours relaxing there and taking in all the incredible smells of the salt marsh and sights. I brought my dog that day, and he went wild when he stepped on to the patch of pristine sand. For 20 minutes he would just run back and forth kicking up sand everywhere. I could tell he felt the power as this place just as much as I did.


The Call of the Wild

Timothy Hibben,

Freshman English 

Call of The Wild Analysis

 

 

 

 

The Call of The Wild

 

Domestication to devolution, the quest to survive in the great north as a sled dog 

 

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John Thornton was dead. The last tie was broken. Man and the claims of man no longer bound him.

 

As Buck returned to camp he knew something was wrong. When he saw Thornton laying dead face down in the steam he was furious, he pounced upon the native Americans dancing around their prey, killing one after another letting making the river run red with blood. After they had scattered he looked upon his beloved master, he was dead, Buck had lost all human contact, he was free and able to finally answer the call of the wild.

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