Slug

“Now I pass the bums in the doorways”(16-17). This metaphor is comparing her father to a bum that has lost everything and the alliteration that follows focusing on a “s” sound brings emphasis to this defeated resemblance of her father, “slugs of their bodies gleaming through slits in their suits of compressed silt, the stained flippers of their hands” (19-21). Then the abused child, now a woman is questioning how her father ended up to the position where he is now. There is also a sense…

Parasitism is one of several classes of symbiosis. A parasitic relationship is a non- mutual relationship between two organisms. One organism, the parasite, lives off another organism, the host. The parasite typically attacks one host and does not kill the host. However, a parasitoid is another parasitic relationship where there is one host and the host is always killed. Sacculina is a genus of parasitic rhizocephalan barnacles that infect and castrate crabs. This genus was first described by…

Employee of the Month is a comedy film that reveals the complications between employees of a retail store, “Super Club.” The main character, Zach, is a slug who has no ambition to accomplish any goals at work. Zach is constantly annoyed by his over achieving co-worker, Vince, who is always stealing attention from upper management. One day Zach finds that an attractive female, Amy, has been newly employed and she only dates ambition men who become employee of the month. While Zach suddenly finds…

Some people think spending a day in the woods is relaxing and peaceful. I used to think that as well, until I went turkey hunting. Spending a day in the woods hunting with my brothers was frustrating, hard, and aggravating all at the same time because of the mistakes I made. It was a life changing experience. Hunting will get your blood pumping and your heart racing you’ll end up wanting to go turkey hunting more than you ever thought you would. You might think it’s a little insane to wake up at…

Warped Thinking Humans are prone to having unusual thinking; this way of thinking has created so much! Unusual ways of thinking are what have brought humans to great milestones like landing on the moon, creating airplanes and cars, and tiny computers that can fit in the palm of someone’s hand. Sadly, the odd ways of thinking are not always good; sometimes it can be a very warped way of thinking. Thoughts and ideas and can be contorted and twisted, even be used to be cruel to others. Having this…

written and thought out essay. I would do anything I could just to get it done with. Essays written on subjects like the symbolism of Holden Caulfield’s hat or the history of German chairs throughout the 18th did not interest me. I hated having to slug through them. I believe that this lead to my dislike of all writing assignments in school, even those subjects that I enjoyed that I was associating writing with these subjects that did not intrigue me. This created an issue for me, I know I…

incident with the mermaids. Liz was dying at the bottom of the oceans while a couple mermaids came up to her and began to criticize her. They made fun of her for rude reasons like: she couldn't even talk, she's probably dumb, and she looked like a slug. Zevin decides to speak only briefly about this because she wanted the reader to automatically think about society and previous experiences the reader has had with mean people, and really be able to connect emotionally with the novel. This…

I didn’t know where I woke up. The bed sheets smelt like wet cigarettes and old beer. A small room with fading pink wallpaper appeared as my bloodshot eyes focused. I was in some roach motel I didn’t recognize. The Bag! Cold panic hit me like ice water. The leather travel bag was sitting in the armchair. I sighed in relief. There was a pack of smokes on the nightstand. I reached over for them—it was empty. Lousy luck is all I’ve had since I took on this assignment. The thing that drove me bat…

I ran high up into the forest where all of the weapons were hidden. I saw a bow and arrow out of the corner of my eye. I ran toward it and grabbed it tight. I slug it onto my back and continue to run. I then saw a small jug of water and I took that…

Until I met Brandy, all I wanted was for somebody to ask me what happened to my face. “Birds ate it,” I wanted to tell them. Birds ate my face. But nobody wanted to know. Then nobody doesn’t include Brandy Alexander. Just don’t think this was a big coincidence. We had to meet, Brandy and me. We had so many things in common. We had close to everything in common. Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated. Most women know this…