Only the scent remains of the massacre. The fog on the beach softens the horizon and all the palm trees around me. Everything has a greenish tint to it, and I pull my blanket closer around me. Technically it's Alex's, but the blanket seems to have become mine slowly and now it's my home. Even though I don't think fish make sounds, I can hear their cry ringing out.…
My ears became sharper and my mind more paranoid. Even the sound of leaves scrunching underneath my feet was an enough stimulus for reaction. I did not know what lay in this dark wood- but I did know that this journey will not be of…
Stanford students possess an intellectual vitality. Reflect on an idea or experience that has been important to your intellectual development. When I read Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, I discovered a valuable connection between man and nature, a connection that continues to impact my life today. While following Chris McCandless on his journey across Western America and Alaska, I found his transcendental views to be very inspiring.…
Mekhla Singh Singh 1 Ene/ Euro Lit Per 3 14 October 2015 The Inferno Socratic Seminar Questions 1. How did the poem, The Inferno, influence you? The poem, The Inferno, did not influence my views or morals on life.…
The concept of being a mystic has been around for centuries. That is, “a person who claims to attain, or believes in the possibility of attaining insight into mysteries transcending ordinary human knowledge, as by direct communication with the divine or immediate intuition in a state of spiritual ecstasy” (Dictionary). This idea of mysticism is expressed in the novel Mariette in Ecstasy by Ron Hansen. While reading this novel, readers are forced to contemplate the question: is Mariette a fake or a real mystic? It can be decided that Mariette is in fact, a legit mystic due to the stigmata she experiences, the ecstasy she is overcome with, and the ever-growing relationship she has with God.…
Suddenly something caught my attention. I was on the edge of the woods. The waning light and noise of night life from a small town bustled in the…
I sat across from him, not daring to look up. I stared at my fishing pole, dipping it in and out of the water like a fish flopping in and out of the ocean. The vibration on my lips distracted me from the situation at hand. The rain pounded on my fisherman’s hat, like a shower of bullets. I began to hum.…
He has a clenched smile on his face, and as the scene ends, he gesticulates back to the car, and then puts a hand on his hip, holding a rag in the…
Beep, beep, beep! went Juniper's alarm. "Ugh," groaned Juniper, dragging herself out of bed. Juniper used the washroom, made her bed, and changed her clothes. Juniper loved the mornings, except for one part: going through the hallway; it took like one million years to get through!…
My father collects taxidermy crows. Eugene, Samuel, Franz, Albert, Marcel, Oscar, Vladimir, and little boy Poe were staged throughout our house. Poe, Vladimir, Oscar, and Marcel all had their sections in my father’s office. Poe sat above the doorway, and with my entrance into the room he reassured me that he would never stop watching. Once, when my father got me whisky drunk, I gave Poe a drop.…
“Being a refugee is much more than political studies, it is the most pervasive kind of cruelty that can be exercised against a human being” Deadly silence swept through the night, dispensing uneasy tension and fear across the bombarded city of Daraa. Terror walked around our streets, loaded with heavy ammunition aiming their hatred towards innocent civilians. We did not dare to muster a single sound in our wooden creaky house, concealing ourselves from the danger within. In this town, a single sound meant a brutal slaughter of families and the innocent.…
Rough - Shock is a strange feeling. I find it’s best described by colors and sounds, not dissimilar to the way most things are described. If your life were a painting, would it have vibrant, spectacular colors swishing and swirling across the entire canvas, or would it have light pastels, boxed and cut into stacked, organized sections? Assuming that you will change, as all people do, (though maybe not at the same pace) do you think you’ll be able to recognize your own hues in 30 years?…
I’ve done it time and time again. As the dark void overtakes me, the anticipation for adventure grasps my soul and sets my heart ablaze. It’s the same every time. I open my eyes to nothingness, then like a wave breaks upon the sturdy ocean rocks, my psyche is bombarded by the overwhelming presence of wondrous displays: an aurora of light, mingling with the soothing sounds of nature and church bells, and the sweet aroma of cherry blossoms and rain. Nothing can compare.…
First Light “Nitin, there is something that I must tell you. This will really be a huge change for us. And I am so tensed about this. I really need to say this to you”, was all I heard the very first time. This was followed by a series of mumbles that I couldn’t figure out clearly.…
One winter break, we group of five friends planned to spend time together. We came up with the idea to go trekking to Ghandruk- a popular trekking destination located in Annapurna Region of Nepal and is the 200-kilometer drive from Kathmandu (the Capital City of Nepal). I was much delighted to visit the magnificent and charming beauty of Ghandruk since I was virtually enjoying the glamorous view through television and internet. Finally, it was the moment to unveil the ravishing scene of Ghandruk. It was completely a new experience as well as the most amazing moment in my life.…