Clutch

Sitting in the glow of the red light that illuminates the cloak of fog around him, the radio clock seemed to mock three-time defending employee of the month Mark DeRoss, and tension rose as the timer to his right began to dwindle: 5, 4, 3… his foot, dancing with the pedal It was as if his subconscious could not bare lose to the race he had won many times before, and as the timer struck 1, with little hesitation his foot pressed down on the plastic below. An audible rev echoed as he accelerated…

The two translations of the poem “Some People Like Poetry”, written by Wislawa Szymborska, each create the tone of the poem differently through chosen diction, including the use of repetition and speaker versus the absence, resulting in a divide of both clear and opaque meaning of the analysis Szymborska tries to convey through the process of questioning. The poem “Some People Like Poetry” is focused around the theme of questioning: not only the idea of enjoying something, but the definition of…

It had already been determined for me that I was going to race motocross before I was born. Although my family has since moved on from racing, it had been everything for as long as I can remember. I clearly remember the loud and hectic Friday nights and the chaotic Sunday mornings spent at the track. The dedication we, my two brothers and I, had towards the extreme sport and the dedication our parents showed towards our passion will forever be apart of me. By the time I was born, my family…

In 2006 I started soccer at the age of 4. Little did I know that it would have such an impact on my life going forward. Since 2006, I have not stopped playing soccer. I started playing soccer at a local club called the Georgetown Rangers. I always grew up with soccer. My older brothers have always played and my mom loved the game. It was in my blood. My parents say I stood out among the kids when I was young and was drawn to soccer like a magnet to a fridge. They also say that I was always…

Being savage is being clutch and fierce in the moment. If you are savage, you can take a moment and determine the outcome. You are the factor that can bring your team to victory, or drag them down to defeat. You don’t feel the pressure when it is a must win situation. A savage would do what would be necessary to win. You are the difference between an all A student versus an all B student. For example, if you study for a test and are prepared for it, then you will end up with a good score.…

In Polonius' home, Laertes plans to leave for France. Offering his sister, Ophelia, goodbye, he alerts her against going gaga for Hamlet, who is, as indicated by Laertes, too far over her by birth to have the capacity to love her decently. Since Hamlet is capable for his own sentiments as well as for his position in the state, it might be inconceivable for him to wed her. Ophelia consents to keep Laertes' recommendation as a "guardian" near her heart yet asks him not to give her recommendation…

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what drifting is and also have a plan or some type of experience on what I’m going to be doing, about the car I’m going to drive, and the place I’m going to race at. Drifting is one of the driving style in which the driver uses the throttle, brakes, clutch, gear shifting and steering. For me to be the best racer…

Snatching my cell phone from the nightstand my eyes bugged at the site of the time. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Pulling the covers back I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Instantly I felt Goosebumps permeate my skin as the cold air from the central air system battered my naked body. My clothes-where were they? I was sure my dress was somewhere in this vicinity. I mean, I was vaguely sure I'd tossed it to the left side of the bed. No, it was the right when I considered that I was upside down at…

By combining the previous rhetorical devices, and somber vocabulary, the author manages to lay out a dangerous story for the audience. Dove writes, “I clutch at the ragged holes / They leave behind, here at the edge of darkness. / Night rests like a ball of fur on my tongue,” (Dove.) Writing the end of the poem, Dove takes careful consideration in writing actions taken by the character of the poem. She…