Chapman Stick

In Mary Oliver’s “Crossing the Swamp”, the speaker compares a swamp to the struggles and hardships in life that fight against her. The speaker repeatedly contrasts herself to the swamp to emphasize the vastness of the swamp, conveying how the speaker understands the hardships that come with life. The speaker describes the swamp as a “wet thick cosmos [...] ーthe nugget”. The paradox compares the vast “cosmos” with a small golden “nugget,” contrasting how the experience the speaker is going through

for a moment searching around for something to use as a sort of crutch. He saw a big stick and decided to use that. He stood up and got to work on the big stick. “This stick will be too big for me to use” he thought to himself. “Oh!” he exclaimed, suddenly having thought of an idea. He pulled out his pocket knife and started whittling away at the stick until he had cut a good chunk of it off. He picked up the stick using it as a support and continued walking towards the sound. He came across a parting

Follow me. 'That fucker, he heard my conversation. Of course he can see it all.' You growled at the voice. The only difference was that his voice was echoing throughout the attraction which made Springtrap alert. 'I'm here to save you, don't worry.' You thought as you looked at Springtrap. "It's obvious that it's a trap and I don't want you to get slaughtered." "Why? So you can suffer even more? Don't be so stubborn, I'm not dying anytime soon." Springtrap growled under

South Park - it either makes you cringe or grin ear to ear. The latter will most likely be the result for the millennial crowd. With the show closing in on two decades it remains as strong and relevant as it was in 1997. However, it isn't entirely without fault given the amount of time Matt and Trey shrewdly concoct an episode. The one week deadline has on very rare occasions diminished the core viewers expectation. But more often what usually follows are extremely memorable moments that wrapped

There is a little evil deep down beneath most people. Lord of the Flies, by Nobel-Prize winning English author William Golding,describes the journey of a group of young boys who wake up stranded on an deserted island and describes how they try to survive, all while trying to get rescued. The struggles of survival demonstrate the savagery and transformation of some boys adapting to the environment on the island. Many of the boys become wild animals although there are three in particular who show their

“Ahh”, Ronnie yawns, as he gets up for his first day of school. The door creeks open as his mom peeks inside to check if Ronnie is awake. His mom in her calm soothing voice asks, “Are you excited for your first day of school?” Ronnie sees in his mother’s eyes that she herself was excited for him to start middle school. Ronnie replies, “Not really.” He was, however, excited to see his friends that he hasn’t seen since summer break. Ronnie gets up and dresses up in the best outfit he could find

out in the woods looking of a curved stick and eventually after looking for one for about twenty minutes I found one I tried to break it but it was to hard so it was a good stick. So I started walking back to camp when I got there I took one of my shoelaces and tied it to the stick the shoelace was nice and sturdy so I knew this was going to be a good bow. So the next day I went out to the woods again and started looking for arrows. I found a few good sticks and took them back to camp and started

Many of you are perhaps aware of the “World’s Oldest Known Hockey Stick” that was in the news a couple of years ago. Its most recent former owner, Mark Presley of Berwick, NS, sold it to the Canadian Museum of History in Gatineau, Quebec in January of 2015 for $300,000. Presley happened upon the stick during the year 2000 as it hung on the wall of a North Sydney barber shop. The building’s proprietor at the time, George Ferneyhiugh, who has since retired from the haircutting trade, had it hanging

air and gave off a sense of warmth. The stick, however, was more of a tree stump, pitiful and almost gone. Human pulled out another white stick, but this one was standing tall and proud. He moved the tip of this new stick to the previous one’s, and the ball of light instantly moved onto the next stick, the other half of it left behind going out, with only some gray, wispy smoke left to signify its earlier presence. The Human chuckled and switched out the sticks, leaving the new one with the ball of

dangerous journey without someone or something accompanying her. My instinct was to help her, I searched for the nearest stick that was around her waist height. I found a branch that was the perfect size for her and quickly followed the trail of semi-crunchy squashed leaves that she had left behind. I hopped around her, stopping her in the middle of her pathway and gave her the stick. “Thank you, this cane is perfect! It’s just what I need,” she