Gbemiro likes idioms that is why he wrote this story. He picked one of the idioms and made up his own character, and then he came up with the story.
My friend April got everything right on his test in class, so then he said, “Hit the nail on the head!” In my mind, I was trying to figure out what that meant.
When I got home, I packed a hammer and a nail in my backpack.
The next day at school, I was waiting for the bell to ring. I got into the school as soon the bell rang, and I got out my hammer and nail from my backpack. When I saw my friend walking, I told him to stay still, and I pointed the nail at his head and took out my hammer. But one of my friend’s friends saw me with the hammer and ran to tell the teacher. I got in trouble, and
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Elder told me a place to find out my spirit animal. I must venture forth to the old oak tree. It will answer all of my deepest thoughts.
Once I arrived there, I asked the old oak, “Dear Oak Tree, what is my spirit animal?”
“Your spirit animal is something you’ll find on your own,” it said. It handed me a map.
With happiness overflowing my body, I asked my friends to come, and they did.
We arrived at the Fruits of Knowledge. There stood a monk. He said to pick the right fruit, and we shall proceed. The right fruit tasted like gooseberries. David and I both decided on the dragon fruit, but Olivia chose the banana. The monk let her go, because Olivia wouldn’t be able to meditate.
We moved on to The Mountain of Friendship. There stood a ninja. The mountain was covered with ice. The ninja said to climb the bridge, and we would be able to proceed, but if we didn’t, then we had to work for him. David flew us to the top, and we slid to the bottom.
We arrived at The Bridges of Pain. There stood a man in a black cloak. He said we must cross the right bridge, or we would face our greatest fears. David and Olivia both went on the first bridge. Then the bridge disappeared. So I decided to go on the second bridge. And that bridge was unstable, and I fell. But David caught me in time.
David’s spirit animal helped fly us to see the goldfish. Once we arrived there, I asked the goldfish, “Dear Goldfish, will you please tell me what my spirit
Barbara Flood our Corrections Education Coordinator has resigned. She received a FT offer too good to refuse with excellent pay and benefits. A search to fill the position has begun, however, Marian will probably step in to help as needed and transition the new hire.
the boy was was running across the bridge of bones nearing the end But he came to sudden stopped dead in his track's ... A living Nightmare standing arrogantly with the thirst for blood and destruction in his eyes, his cape as dark as his soul, the ground below him became Barron and dead smelling of death to it as if the cape has bathed in rivers of blood stretching millenniums. (the demons are closing down on the boy nearing from the distance) "You!... Boy, how have crossed this bridge...
It was a beautiful day out on the lake and all my boys were working hard building a slide for our lake. I grabbed a pitchfork to help the boys then ,I noticed Theodore was not anywhere to be seen. I asked all the boys where he had gone and they weren't sure. I freaked out and screamed Theodore’s name. I heard someone say “yes ma'am” behind me and with a jolt of relief a whipped around not remembering what I was holding. I ever so lightly accidently poked poor Theodore with my pitchfork.
Vietnam war veteran and novelist Tim O’Brien, in his piece titled, “The Things They Carried,” portrays personal war stories of a group of soldiers during the Vietnam War to convey how stories and memories can aid in coping with death. The novel was extremely emotional and thought provoking, causing me to question what was real or not, and how these stories were more than just stories. As the novel progressed, it became increasingly clear how, for O’Brien and some of the other soldiers, these stories were not just stories for the them to reminisce on, they were a form of therapy, helping them to live on, even when faced with death and morbid experiences. Through these various stories ranging from the distant past and the present, O’Brien successfully
The oldest woman of the camp would lead of well-dressed maidens to the tree to strip off its branches. The next morning warriors would charge and shoot at the tree to “kill” it with gunshots and arrows. They would take it down and then place it at the spot where the Sun Dance Lodge would be set up. At the top of the tree there would be a buffalo head with the hide hung down from it; this would represent the center of the world that would connect Heaven to Earth.
One afternoon, right after the final bell of the day had rung, I was at my locker, packing up my things quickly to make the bus on time. As I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, it collided with someone who I didn’t realize was standing directly behind me. I barely had enough time to register what had just happened before one of my friends yelled “Ouch! F* you Emma!” I was so surprised that someone could have said something so mean to me that I ran out of school and onto the bus. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned against the window, trying to process my feelings on what the person I thought was my friend had said to me. Almost immediately I concluded that my friend must now hate me and that I shouldn’t hang out with him any more because he’d yell at me.
Black Elk Speaks is constructed in an interview style of writing. The book uses phrases such as: He said this or I asked this referring to Black Elk and Neihardt respectively. The book has little symbolism and is written in more of a simplistic and straightforward manner. Black Elk Speaks is considered a spiritual classic. At the beginning Black Elk and John Neihardt smoke the red willow in a traditional way in an offering to the Great Spirit (Elk). Smoking was a common occurrence in Indian life and smoking red willow or the mixture named kinnikinnick was used to make the tobacco go further due to short supply (Mails 101). According to Mails, horses were able to smell the scent of the Indians due to kinnikinnik from great distances (Mails 101).
All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to
Then one day I was sitting on the bench in the shade reading my book. His name was Jonathan, he grabbed my book and ran. So I sat there and yelled at him to bring me back my book, never managed to achieve. Next thing I know I’m chasing him around the playground yelling at him to give me my book. I gave up and stopped running and then went somewhere he wouldn’t be able to see me. Whenever I saw him stop and sit down I ran out and grabbed my book and then he grabbed my arm. I told him to let go and next thing he did was give me an Indian burn. Then I cried and told my teacher. My lesson learned from this was reading shouldn’t be done at recess.
After school, I sat down, pulled out a piece of notebook paper and picked up my pencil. About an hour later, I looked down at my paper and all that was written was, “I was running down hot cement streets.”
He was looking for anything unusual, anything that the sun wolves brought. Glacial fingers reach through gaps in the mountains melting into rivulets that form fast flowing streams. His eyes followed the lines of the streams as they cascaded over cliffs or gushed out of crevices and fell into the boreal forest. The forest, known as the
Inside of the forest, the Prince would find solace, leaning against his favourite oak trees, which were very wise, and told him stories with the rattling of their branches.
As soon as I got home I raced to my room and examined the peculiar thing I had found. I experimented and used all my senses and finally found
A violent gust of wind laughed as the two girls were trying to reach the conclusion of the hike. The bitter mountain scorned at Lori and Kayla, unleashing its wrath by letting rocks fall keeping the girls on their toes. Lori and Kayla felt as though the entire world was against them. They were so sure that they picked the correct path, but after walking another three miles, the pathway was slowly disappearing from under their feet and they had no idea where they were.“What are we going to do Kayla! We are completely lost, and there it is impossible to get down the way we came. I have no idea where we came from!” Lori exclaimed. Kayla stood there silent in complete shock about what their current situation was. Kayla thought to herself, “I am supposed to be the strong one. But I don't think I can keep this up. I don’t have a plan. What if we never make it off this mountain? It will be my
The language is a part of the culture and the carrier of the culture at the same time. The culture can not get away from the language. The language can not get away from the culture, either. It is impossible to study a foreign language text without considering the culture it embodied. Idiom is the essence and crystallization of a language and culture. It is the summary of life experiences of the people in a particular district. Usually, it is short but it can reflect the special features of a certain culture. Therefore, the accurate understanding of the English idiom does not only involve the phonetic conversion but also involve the western cultural conversion. It requires that the learner know the western culture background well.