He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
The physical domain of the country had its counterpart in me. The trails I made led outward into the hills and swamps, but they led inward also. And from the study of things underfoot, and from reading and thinking, came a kind of exploration, myself and the land. In time the two became one in my mind. With the gathering force of an essential thing realizing itself out of early ground, I faced in myself a passionate and tenacious longing— to put away thought forever, and all the trouble it brings, all but the nearest desire, direct and searching.
With “large flat racks loaded with drying cheeses” and “squatted to milk his sheep and bleating goats,” he is good with animals–something the audience might appreciate. One trait, however, Polyphemus portrays is naivety, in which after eating two sailors, “he slept in his cave, stretched out along his flocks”. Who falls asleep with strangers in the same room? While interesting, the overall vividness of this chapter prevents Polyphemus from being a likeable
It was March 1963 at Mississippi State University. I was going to class early to get in some last minute cramming before the test over chapter 14. Even though my friend Eric Swan and I study all night. Eric was my best friend from high school. Eric and I did everything together, except when he was with his racist friends.
This establishes a BLANK of strength and confidence that provides him with safety and respect in the end. Within the land of Polyphemus, Odysseus and his men are tempted by wine and cheese to trespass into an unknown cave. The indweller of that cave, Polyphemus the cyclops, returns to see them stealing his food and entering his home. He welcomes them initially, but then soon turns hostile. He devours two of Odysseus's men on the spot and imprisons Odysseus and the rest in his cave for future meals.
On the outside, Sage Foster looked like an average twenty-eight year old woman. Medium length, curled ash brown hair rested against her pale white skin. Her light brown almond shaped eyes were the best feature of her small feminine face. She married an average man, Mark Foster, who was a lawyer and provided for their family. Her suburban home, was the envy of all their neighbors, as it is furnished and decorated with perfection.
Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman’s hands? How do you like the beasting that we gave you,” (The Cyclops. 476-478). In response to Odysseus’ boasting, Polyphemus hurls a hilltop at Odysseus’ ship.
I don’t mind at all, but I’ve warned you haha. That’s so great. I love traveling, but my family isn’t really the traveling type (probably because we’re so big and it’s expensive).
My eyes dart open and I don’t know where I am. Something doesn’t quite feel right, like my feet aren’t touching the ground. My eyes adjust and I become aware of the world around me slowly. I see blue and red lights, a police car?
Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
The Journey My story begins with me being in the 4th grade. It was a bright yet cloudy day when we were outside for recess. My class has some of the worst people ever. There’s a guy named Wayne who won’t leave me alone only when he found out I was talking to his “girlfriend”. He would make fun of me and have his “friends” push me around like a dog.
I step out of my Dad’s blue shiny Honda van as he says “good luck on your first day”. I force up a weak smile as I close the door and it made a whoosh noise as it closes. I look at the entrance for a good five minutes. I take a deep breath and slowly as a turtle, a zombie and snails. I thought to myself, a zombie and a snails.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
I clenched my stomach as we drove down the road. My eyes focused on one star in the sky, I knew if I pulled my eyes away my insides would be out and exposed to everyone. My cheeks stung from tears and my breaths were short as we drove to my church. as we pulled up it took me a while to open the car door, my hands were shaky and weak. friends hugged me and cried as I buried my head into their shoulders, the little light of hope I had left in my heart was burning out and I could feel it.
When Odysseus and his men snuck into Polyphemus’ cave, they are questioned who they are by the giant. To describe their reaction to the cyclops, Homer writes, “The hearts inside us shook, terrified by his rumbling voice and monstrous hulk” (Homer 219). Homer develops diction through the use of specific words to describe Polyphemus, such as terrified, rumbling, monstrous, and hulk. By using these words, Homer develops a very great and intimidating impression of the cyclops. After driving an olive stake through Polyphemous’ eye, Odysseus describes the cyclops while he develops a plot to escape, saying, “The cyclops slept on-giant, lawless brute-” (Homer 225)
