Where the Devil Don’t Stay I had found a new sport my sophomore year of high school, and it consumed every grain of me. The discovery of whitewater kayaking realized an addiction that playing high school football could never reach. Like a cocaine addict without a line, he slams Red Bull’s to ease the craving; my current residence in Mississippi offered few options for paddling so researching river beta online took the edge off. The lunchroom conversation could never fulfill the allotted fifty minute period, which lead to searching for more interesting distractions to consume time. Besides the post-lunch games of hackysack in the courtyard, the library computers seemed to have their pull with the vast privileges of the World Wide Web. Given, a library is a great venue for pursuing knowledge; I devoted nothing to my current scholastic studies with its use. These periods of lag time were consumed with searches of places to dip a paddle blade into; from Class II beginner runs to “wish I was that good” Class V gnar. Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Arkansas, Colorado, Wyoming, Idaho, Utah; all contained rivers waiting for me to discover, but I could only imagine vicariously through the pictures of traversing their courses. It wasn’t just the rivers themselves, scenes of complex rapids pushing roller coaster waves and problematic recirculating hydraulics that enticed me; the adventure contained in traveling to the exotic locations and the overall experience brought the fuzzy feeling of pure excitement. The climax surfaced on a day when I discovered an impressive run while browsing through a database of rivers in Colorado. The Black Canyon of the Gunnison River; the picture displayed a bold paddler dropping a 20 foot multi-spout waterfall supported by car-sized boulders. Reading through the description of this class V multi-day trip winding through a 2,000 foot deep canyon found an honest anxiousness inside of me. It was a dreamy thought of spending days paddling in a remote canyon while living out of my kayak, but my current skill level of barely Class III wrote this off as a hope for the very distant future. It was February 2003. There are occasions when circumstances line up so well that the greater purpose can’t be overlooked. It seems that the longing hidden within can be so strong and entwined with desire that a higher force reaches in to fulfill it. Though at times seemingly menial and out of reach, the dreams of the heart find vectors to display their existence and ultimately, reach their goal. Some are tossed to the wind and lost, being forgotten with the troubles of yesterday. The determined, however, grab tightly and reconcile to themselves the dream instilled within. These are seen and praised, independent of the size of the audience, even if none at all. It was the beginning of October 2008, a little over a year past my move to the mountains. Labor Day weekend had consisted of an overnight rafting trip down the Colorado River with newly made friends. As we drove back to Gunnison, the Colorado sun was steadily dropping through the afternoon. We swapped stories and filled the time with lazy conversation while the yellow lines of Highway 50 quickly flashed by. We passed a sign for the Black Canyon sparking an aspiring conversation for one day paddling through its depths. Buck, although a seasoned Colorado kayaker, had yet to tag a run down the canyon and shared with me his mutual ambition of plans for an expedition. I enjoyed flirting with the thought of paddling the canyon, but because my summer had mostly consisted of working with very little paddling, I reasoned that the timing would be better next year. The Black Canyon conversation had planted a seed that took only a few days to sprout. Halfway into the following week, Buck called me with hopes of an expedition for the last weekend of September. At that moment, any doubt that had been was diminished and I was more than
her everything that happen yesterday and what happen to her.
Leathea told Krissy that she has to follow the Devil. She didn’t know how to take back the diary he took. Krissy
doesn’t know how to help her friends on how to take back her most important thing in her life. All of the students have
lots of stories about Devil, they say that he had gone to jail or that he has a really bad life. No one know his true
family or parents…
the texts that we have read in class and seeing the different experiences that the authors have each had with the idea of providence, Spofford's experience has some similarities as well as some differences. Being captured in the claws of the Indian Devil will certainly provide a big difference. A big difference would be circumstance, but nonetheless, she eventually believed that it was punishment for sin. This is the same idea that can be found among authors such as Rowlandson, Jacobs and Wheatley…
23 December 2014
“Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?”
After reading, “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” by Joyce Carol Oates several times, multiple connections have been made implying that Arnold Friend is Satan. The title itself can be found in the Bible, Judges 19:17 reads, “and he lifted up his eyes and saw the traveler in the open square of the city; and the old man said, “where are you going, and where do you come from?”(King James Version, Judges…
going to be inspected by a man called A.O Neville (Mr Devil) to see who is white enough to go to a normal school. We had to sit on a cold ground of dirt; Mr Devil called out a little boy and pulled up his shirt and after a pause said “NO”. Next he called my name, I was feeling very scared, I wanted to hide in the ground, Nina told me to go up or I would be locked in the “boob”, it sounded very frightening, I slowly made my way up to the front where he looked at my back and I was waiting for him to do…
person who is the tallest and strongest was the first one to complain about how dark and scary this long and narrow path was. “You guys are you sure we are going the right way!” This is kind of scaring me out here!” stuttered Ross. Me being the dare devil of the group moved to the front of the file, “Stop you’re winging, you’ll get used to it” Johnathon was the oldest and most experienced out of the group of friends.
A sense of horror and fear seemed to haunt the group of friends as they hurried through…
emergency crash landing in a remote area. The Pilot and chaperones at the front of the plane are dead leaving only you and a large hand full of other students that you don't know alive. The boys in the book Lord of The Flies face a similar situation when the plane they were on to escape a war is shot down over a uninhabited island where the boys have to fend for themselves. The Island soon becomes a living hell for the boys as the lack of order eats away at them and they descend into chaos. On the…
Happiness in life
● People are scared and curious of what's outside their comfort zone
● Wants to depend on nature
● Deep thoughts and being brought back to nature/reality
● Joy and happiness
● Good vs evil some people don't respect nature
● Appreciation of freedom and nature
● Governor and council
● Society being corrupted living with fear and disrespect
● Society holds back nature but if nature was given its full potential society would be…
About Boat Trips in Mallorca
Enjoy Majorca's coastline from the sea
* puerto Portals Marina
With so many sights to see around Mallorca's coastline, there is no better way to see them than from a boat. If you don't fancy chartering your own boat, you can take a trip with one of the many boat companies based in most of Mallorca's main resorts. There are lots of opportunites to swim with dolphins and to sail into the sunset.
Beaches in Mallorca
Discover the beautiful beaches of Mallorca…
‘shiftless.’ “His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people- his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all (98).” He makes the mistake by thinking Daisy is a shortcut to success. He pretty much sells his soul to the ‘Devil’, whom is symbolized by Wolfsheim in this case. Wolfsheim subjugates Gatsby’s life.
Americans pursue what they define as happiness. This…
play “The Crucible” and George Clooney's film “Good Night and Good Luck” are both texts where acceptance into society is explored in characters through various and complex measures. While the play and film both illustrate the complexities of assimilation into society to an individual's identity the Crucible further presents this as an ironic situation as people are pressured into conforming to societal desires, where choosing to detach from community values leads to a detrimental fate.