|Essay the First
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Paul and Margaret
Hynes looked up at the sizeable white and red house. Congratulations, youve
just bought a house said the realtor as they shook hands. The sun glazed down
through the sky on a beautiful October weekday in 1948. Paul and Margaret entered their
new home with a look of pure rapture on there faces. For it was their first house and they
filled with feelings of adventure and excitement.
The house was purchased for $15,000. By todays standards, this may seem like
nothing more than a chip in the bank, but in those times, this was a substantial
amount of money. Paul, my grandfather, was a Boston firefighter. It took an ample amount
of time for him to save enough money for the down payment. Through his hazardous labor, he
produced the proper amount of funds to get the house. My grandmother's loves this house.
She always tells me stories about the start of her family.
The house was purchased from a close friend of the family. This allowed my
grandparents to get the best deal on the house. My grandmother loves this house. She
considers this house a personification of her American dream. She has an archive of
memories and stories in which she shares with me everyday. I will always remember this
house as my grandmothers humble retreat from the world.
This house is a first for me, because it is my first actual house. I had previously
lived in an apartment, but with the arrival of my brother and sister, the apartment was
just to diminutive. I moved into the house at the age of four and still live there to this
I have countless memories within these walls, some of which are of my
father moving various pieces of furniture into my new room and my grandmother making her
famous cookies and me, eating them right out of the oven.
That house will always have a place in my heart. I hope the house will remain in my
family, but if it is sold, I hope the new occupants have as many memories and good times
as I have had. No matter what happens in the future, I will always have the fondest
of memories of my grandmother and that old house on Temple St.
There is a small clearing of woods
along the Charles River known to me as the bend. A small area only about 20 ft. wide
that is warm in the summer the freezing in the winter. I first visited this area with my
father to do some fishing, but quickly realized there was more to this place than just
fish. I called it the bend, because the Charles takes a sharp turn from a long straight
My trip to the bend begins with me tripping over a rock and
falling flat on my face. Thankfully, I was the only one around and was not to embarrassed.
It is a nice November day. The trees have abandoned their leaves and are preparing for
winter. It looks like its going to be a long winter.
On this day, there is a cool breeze which cuts through my skin
like a warm knife through butter. I approach the water's edge and immediately notice
a tire breaking the water surface I can only see half of the dull black tire, as the other
half is submerged. The tire is covered in various forms of aquatic plant life which
reminds me of the cooperation between nature and man. The tire seems out of place,
but it looks like nature has adopted it as one of its own. We must at taking care of
nature or we will lose it.
Today, as I walk down the path to the bend, I notice a deceased
squirrel. I am overcome with a feeling of depression. The squirrel looked so
innocent as if it did not deserve the fate in which it received. I grasp a fallen branch
and push the tiny body into the brush. I then approach the waters edge only to step in the
soft, yet rocky mud. My shoes are now covered in the wet dirt. What is muds place in
nature? Its not dirt, but it also isnt liquid. Why was mud created? To what higher
purpose does it serve? All these questions I ask myself. I leave the bend and return to my
car. I leave that day with mixed emotions, realizing the bend has changed my mood.
I start yet another journey to the bend keeping the first three
trips in my mind. I thought it would be cloudy, but nature threw a curveball and made the
sun come out. The weather was mild with only a slight breeze. I look down and see a jagged
rock. I pick the rock up and throw it into the center of the Charles. To my surprise,
hundreds of ripples spawn from the point of impact. The ripples increase in diameter only
to disappear as if collapsing. The splash seems to have disturbed a crow who flies off
cawing. The ripples could reflect society; growing increasingly large until and eventual
On my last documented trip to the bend, I see a fish jump from
the waters surface. I suppose the fish was a bass, but could have been a simple sunfish.
Fish are lucky, they dont have to deal with gravity. They just spend there
days swimming carefree. If society only mimicked their sense of carelessness, this world
would be a much better place. Fish dont fight wars, or worry about money. I zip my
jacket as a cool breeze rushes through the trees. I see a squirrel digging, most likely
looking for his winter stash. Squirrels prepare for winter, I should as well.
The bend is the bridge that connects me and nature. I have
learned many things just from sitting there in the thinking. We must realize the
importance of nature to our society, or that could be a fatal mistake
Jack London is a naturalist author in the 1800's who
wrote many stories including the story To Build a Fire which we read in
class. He also wrote another short story The White Silence. London is an
author who shows how nature and man don't relate well. This author uses
irony very well and he also foreshadows what will happen using this irony.
One of his other literal devices is is symbolism and the crudeness of
nature and animals.
In this story the main character Mason is more animal in the way he
thinks. Mason is not blinded by kindness like in the story To Build A Fire
where the mans stupidity and human traits get him killed. Mason cares for
the sled dogs because they are his way of transportation. In the beginning
of the story on of the dogs is injured and Mason checks it out and then
throws it aside in disgust basically. He later whips a dog because he
called it to show how healthy it was and it almost bit him. He makes
decisions based on survival unlike most humans.
The man also is named in this story because i think he symbolizes few
people. In the story To Build A Fire the man goes unamed because he
represents all of us but in this book the name shows he is original and the
name Mason makes him seem like more manly makes him seem like a survivor.
The harsh elements are cruel and so is he. He rations food and fights
hunger but knows how to survive. Human traits do not hide his main
objective and he works well with what he is given
The White Silence is a great example of naturalism and how different
people are than animals because we have the ability to choose. This book is
basically the opposite of To Build a Fire because it features a man with a
name a face because he is his own person and he does things based on his
instinct. In To Build a Fire the main chracter remains mysterious because
each one of us is supposed to be able to put ourselves in his shoes. In The
White Silence Mason does things the right way and it works out because he is
not blinded by normal human traits. The White Silence is the only book that
i have read that has a reverse naturalist view where nature still seems to
be harsh but the human takes on the correct animalistic qualities to get
throught the tought time unscathed.
Lacrosse, a modern
sport that is quickly sweeping the nation’s youth, is a unique activity.
Innovated by the Native Americans, prior to the period of colonization,
lacrosse was not only a sport, but a way of life. Native Americans played
lacrosse for religious and medical reasons as well. It was often used as a
source to resolve hostile conflicts between two Native American men. It has
firm and thorough roots as one of America’s first sports.
Lacrosse or lax for short made its way into modern society early in the 19th
century. Canadians began to pick up the game and in 1856 the Montreal
Lacrosse club was founded. This was a breakthrough for the sport because it
was the first time a firm set of rules had been written for the sport.
In an interview conducted with ammeter lacrosse player Jordan McPherson, I
learned why he thinks Lacrosse is uniquely American. I asked him why he
though lacrosse was American. A dumbfounded look arose upon his face, but
then he proceeded to tell me “I think its American, because you are part of
a team. You all work together to win.” He continued, “Each individual player
has a certain role, and without that player, there is no chance of winning.”
McPherson, who has been playing for two years now, went on to say, "I enjoy
lacrosse because of the how close the bond is between team members." He then
grabbed his lacrosse stick and told me how it has improved his physical
condition as well. "Before lacrosse, i was really out of shape. Training for
lacrosse was a vigorous process, but over time, i gradually got into a
better physical condition."
Lacrosse is a very physical, team oriented sport. The rules vary for age and
gender, but the game is basically run on the same principal. The offensive
goal is to graft a small ball with a rough weight of five ounces down the
field and into the opponents net. As a defender, you must stop the opponent
Lacrosse is a mix of other popular sports. Most namely, hockey, football,
soccer and even some aspects of baseball. Just as America is a mix of
cultures and races, lacrosse is a mix of sports.
Various organizations for professional lacrosse have been established. The
National Lacrosse League (NLL), and Major League Lacrosse (MLL) are amongst
the more popular. These leagues include teams from cities such as Boston,
Baltimore, Calgary, Toronto and Rochester. Attendance is slowing on the
incline, and each year the sport is becoming more recognized as popular
I personally believe lacrosse is American, because the teamwork and effort
required to succeed and the pride participants take in winning. It reminds
me of the general American attitude. How we have achieved so much by working