Gentle sea breeze tickled my face as I watched wisps of white fluff drifted across a crystal clear blue sky. The rhythmic sound of the wave; the screeching of the sea birds was so familiar and hypnotic at the same time. However, my children’s pearls of laughter turned all the other sounds into background
wave then settled back down. A few minutes later, the Captain came back, took his seat, and resumed eating, again without saying anything. We later learned that we had missed colliding with a merchant vessel by a matter of feet. After calmly leaving the lunch table, Captain Siegrist had climbed the stairs to the bridge, assessed the situation quickly, and issued the exact and correct orders for course and speed necessary to avoid the collision. And then he returned to his lunch as though it was just another day at the office.
The sun was scorching out heat as it was warming up the city. On the other side the ocean was all admirable dark blue. Waves were shattering surfers. But there was something special in the ocean.
The Strange Island I was dropped off upon on a mysterious island to find a place to build my ideal hunting cabin. I was armed with a pickaxe, a hatchet, and a pistol. The first night I just laid my sleeping bag by the fire I made with twigs and the flint and steel I brought along. After I got my Barings I went out scouting for game. I found a trophy Mule deer after just being out for an hour.
Kings Island Memoir… “Are you ready for this?” I asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” he replied. “Let’s do this!”
Mackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island. We rode about half a mile, when my cousin Andie said she had to go to the bathroom.
Today something amazing happened. Nature opened my eyes, dusted the dirt off my pants, and kissed me on the cheek, all with one breath. The sensation was beyond beautiful. It was afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set. The clouds were there dancing in the blue sky, but they were faint.
During Book 4 of Plato’s Republic, the focus of the discussion taking place revolves around Socrates’ hypothetical perfect city and its contents. The use of the hypothetical city aids the discussion in allowing for application of virtue, ideas, and their definitions to society before extending the argument to the individual. After having debated justice, defined the good, and outlined the education of the guardian class, it is time to circle back to Justice. Upon laying the foundation of this hypothetical city, it was time to look for the virtue within it. However, Socrates and his argumentative opposition still lacked an agreed upon definition of justice, and the ones utilized previously in discussion stemmed mostly from the ideas of what
We all grow up with different surroundings, people, and cultures. I was born in Hood River and lived here for three years, then I moved to White Salmon across the river. My life in White Salmon was simple, I had two hard working parents and went to Preschool. I would play outside with friends, like a normal child should. I became older and began to attend Elementary school, I would work hard, do my homework, and occasionally read with my father.
One day on May 2nd 1920, I Matt winiker went on a boat ride to unmarked territory with my two brothers. The last thing I remember is that on June 1st my boat crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Now I am stranded on this damp, wet, muddy, island looking for my brothers. All I have now is a machete and a flare gun.
It was December 7, 1941 in Honolulu Hawaii, It was a hot humid day. Charles and his girlfriend Darlene thought it would be a good day to go on a picnic. Charles had the day off ,but had to come back at four for the ceremony at the harbor. Darlene was fine with that because she had to go to work at the hospital at four thirty anyway. The day before Charles and his friends, Timmy, Richard, and Noah were all talking about how beautiful the hawaii beaches are, “Charles why don't you take Darlene on a picnic or something”?
“Dad, can we, can we, can we?” that is what my brother and I have been asking our dad for the past two days that our family has been the lake house. I’m not just talking about my parents and my brother and I, I mean the whole Sauer family, Uncle Craig, Uncle Shane, Grandma, Grandpa, our cousins Lexine, Cassidy, and molly. Yeah, the whole Sauer family, but that’s not important.
Hunting One day at 5:30 I went hunting. I got my bow, jacket, and my mask. I put on my boots and went out to my blind. It was a ¼ of a mile walk. I saw a flock of birds fly over me.
I could hear the trees blowing in the wind. I could hear the rustling of leaves in the dark. As we walked, I could see a turn coming up, I thought This is it here is the cabin. But it wasn 't there. All of the sudden ,I heard the coyotes howl at the top of their lungs.
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.
