I was on the bus coming home from school and I was
thinking about what kind of question would I ask my mother. She would be
at work and I would call her to ask her about how did we get to America. I
got home she answered the phone. We said our hellos and I said to her,
“Mom, how did we come to America.” She started to tell me the story. I was
six years old and my grandfather wanted us to have a better life in
America. So he got us green cards and arranged for a plane to come get us,
I was a little hesistant on going on a plane but my mother was there to
comfort me and my sister. During the ride I couldn’t help wonder where we
were going and when would we go back home. Little did I know we weren’t
coming home until a couple of years from then. We got to America, more
specificly Florida and I was eager to find out what this place had to
offer me and my family. My mother says it was one of the best days of her
life because now there is no limit to what she could do. When asked to do
this assignment I felt a little bothered because I really didn’t want to
dig up personal family stories for English class. As I went further into
this subject I got to know A little bit more about my family and myself.
It taught me a lesson to always respect what my elders have to say because
it could shed new light on any and all situations.
Transcendentalist writers usually if not always go to
nature to make wonderful
stories. Well, I have found a place just like them. It is a somewhat
natual area in the
presence of the city of Dorchester. You have cars coming to and from
places, you have
the smell of the concrete floor, and you have the smell of things coming
stores. Amid all this you have a wooded area that does not quite belong.
No one goes here
or walks in or through it, instead they walk past it letting it fade into
the past. Well ladies
and gentlemen I cannot and will not let this happen. Through the course of
two weeks I
have spent some time in this unappreciated location and used it as a
It is located on Morton St. in Dorchester. I pass it everyday when I
go to school. It
is a highly wooded area. In the beginning I saw green leaves waving in the
wind and after
a little more time mother nature saw that Fall was coming and decided to
let the leaves
turn red , yellow, orange, and brown. They also started to fall to the
ground. The ground
is muddy and bears the color of brown, but it rarely shows its face during
the fall. When I
see this I think of a Fall rainbow, a rainbow that is not filled with the
bright colors of
Spring, but with colorful colors none the less.
As if this place did not please me enough, I found that it bares a
litte stream. The
stream is a little deep, it reaches just above the calf. I was not
surprised to see that it was
clean considering that nobody comes here. Its contents is just mud and
rocks and its color
is clear. I am beginning to think this place is a habitat for some animals
like squirrels. I
also smelled a skunks scent. My eutopia has a little mountain hill in it.
It is not very big
but it takes a good effort to climb it. Leaves incompass this place as
well. In this time
frame I have found that this place has a lot to offer if one could take
the time to appreciate
In the beginning I could not find any reason to call this an American
story, but I
have found that a place with cars, people, and everyday life surrounding
it could only be
found in America. I find myself thinking of this place at times, I even go
visit it. I can
honestly say that it is no longer unappreciated, well at least by me.
One day Tom and Bill went camping. They were packing up
everything for the big trip. Tom says, "You got the tent?", and Bill says,
"Yes". Tom then asks Bill if he has the sleeping bags and Bill says, "Yes,
I got everything, let's just go!"
As they set out for the trip Tom realizes that they forgot the
flashlights. It was to late for them to go back so they continued on. They
got to the site and set up camp. Obviously they have never gone camping
before. They choose to go see what the area had to offer.
Tom says, "Hey man, let's go see if there are some mountains we can
climb." Bill agreed. Before they set off Bill secured evrything.
Everything except for the food. They did not hang it high in a tree so
bears and other animals got to it.
They got back and realized this. "Oh no, our stuff is wrecked.", says Tom.
Bill replies, "No duh genius, I can see that. It's okay I learned some
survival tips from my dad."
A few hours later they are both sitting by a fire eating what seemed to be
a good tasting soup. Tom asks, What is this stuff, a squirrel soup or
something, it tastes great." Bill says, "No..., diarrhea."
Emily Dickinson's use of copmarison betwween
unrelated objects can be found in most of her poems. They often make
people think more about the discussed object. Poets often use this to make
people see the "big picture" in different ways. They write poems that give
off different themes and meanings to all people. That is what makes them
poets, not just the rythm, beats, or schemmes. One of the many
comparisons thingyenson makes is the brain being wider than the sky. That
is why poems like "The Brain-is wider than the Sky-" are never mistaken
for anything else. Her use of comparisons creates an opening to unlimited
One meaning it shows is that the brain is a deep mass of thoughts that
come together. "The Brain is deeper than the sea-" portrays this. It is
saying that the brain is massive even though it is smaller than a
basketball. It is deep yet when you cut it in half it doesn't seem deep at
all. This doesn't show the physical traits of the brain, it shows the
capacity of what the brain can do.
Another meaning is the brain can contain things that are more than ten
times its size. "The one the other will contain," proves this point. Just
as the brain can contain the sky, it can contain more than its physical
being. It shows that the brain has the ability to hold information about
everything on earth, just as the sky covers the earth.
Information is like water and the brain is the spunge that absorbs it.
"The one the other will absorbs," explains this idea better. As the quote
after this one states, it absorbs everything it comes across. It not only
absorbs but it contains it. This is a perfect example of Dickinson's
ability to use comparisons.
Emily Dickinson is a poet for the ages. If "The Brain-is wider than
the Sky-" does not prove it then her many other poems will. This is an
American Poem by it being independent in thoughts and it is so diverse.
The American Heritage Dictionary defines
sport as an activity usually involving physical exertion and having a set
form and body of rules; game. I some what disagree with this definition
because I participate in all types of sports. My definition of sport is a
test of your physical, mental, and emotional abilities. Rugby fits this
definition because it is an up and coming sport and it gives an athlete a
new way to test his or her abilities.Rugby began as a game played at Rugby
school.(The Origins of Rugby).In rugby there are no timeouts, no
substitutions, and not that many rules. A professional is one who
dedicates most if not all of their time to a sport to excel in it. An
amateur is one who plays the game either as a hobby or just for the fun of
it. A critic is one who shows interest in the game and wants to expose
that sport to the public eye.
In speaking about a professional, I wanted to get the opinion of one
who plays this sport. The person whom I have researched is Wes Clark. He
writes about days of practices and games in a journal. He mainly talks
about how rugby transforms the body mainly in the quadriceps and how much
endurance it gives you. He says that the sport involves a lot of running
that you prepare by running more in the practices. He gives us an idea of
what some games are like. He is a lock forward for the Western Suburbs Old
Boys. One thing he says is, "The level of commitment, skill and
athleticism require to play rugby is immense." (Rugby: Journal of a Rookie
turned Pro, Wes Clark)
The amateur I looked at comes from our own country, in the state of
Minnesota. The amateur is Rob Wagner. In his statement he talks about the
differences of the questions "why play rugby?" and "why rugby?" He states
that "confusing rugby with soccer is blasphemy." (Why Rugby, Rob Wagner).
He also says that those who are drawn to the game are drawn because they
want to try something different, something exciting and new, and something
that others may be just a bit fearful of. He ends his statement with "In
rugby there are no winners, only survivors." (Why Rugby, Rob Wagner)
I looked at a critic's interview with a player. It seemed to me that
the critic took the time to think up some good questions for the player.
The critic also is very informed on every aspect of the game and how it is
played. The critics' knowledge of the history of the sport also gives him
or her an edge. This shows me that in order to write about this game and
its' players one has to know about the sport and they have to know what
they are talking about in order for the public to know what they are
Rugby is an amazing sport. Its' fast and up and coming pace
definitely gives it an American feel to it since Americans play the sport
as amateurs. It has started in Europe and made it to places like Africa,
Australia, and even China. The fact that it is a foreign sport makes it
American because most Americans love sports and love trying new things.