Once upon a time, a chameleon escaped from the zoo and somehow ended up on a cargo ship. It was a wonder how the chameleon did it. But she was a chameleon, one that can camouflage. It doesn’t make it anymore unbelievable now. So, one day after the chameleon feasted on the leftovers left by the foul-mouthed sailors, She slowly made her way up to the top container. When she reached the top, she felt bliss, being able to see the sunset from the best seat on the ship. Then the ship suddenly jerked. Little chameleon always thought the captain to be high. But a chameleon was a land animal, she didn’t know about the rough waves and the currents of the sea. Anyhow, little chameleon didn’t mind it, she continued drinking in the view. She coloured herself the many hues of the sunset because she felt happy. She wanted to be a part of it.
That night, the sea was especially rough, and the captain did everything to save the whole ship from “the spa treatment”. The captain was successful. But Little Chameleon was not as lucky, she got washed off into the sea. She tried and tried to waddle, swim or simply, survive. She thought she was not going to get through this cold, dark sea. She was so ready to surrender herself to the Lord. Her thoughts of halos and angel wings while gazing up at The Lord were soon lost as she found a piece of driftwood. “Rain check on that milord” she thought. She was at first tempted to just stay there and drown because she knew that no one would care. But a teeny
Patria admits that when her fears were before her, she didn’t fully face them, she chose not to see the “light” of terrors all around her. Gradually, she develops her courage after a talk with Padre de Jesús and more prayer. She thinks, “I got braver like a crab going sideways. I inched towards courage the best way I could, helping out with the little things.” (Alvarez, 342) Patria uses this piece of figurative language to embody her slow development of bravery.
When I came ashore, they gathered all about me, I sitting alone in the midst: I observed they asked one another Questions, and laughed, and rejoyced over their Gains and Victories. Then my heart began to faile: and I fell a weeping; which was the first time to my remembrance, that I wept before them. Although I had met with so much Affliction, and my heart was many times ready to break, yet could I not shed one tear in their sight; but rather had been all this while in a maze, and like one astonished; but now I may
My serenity swam away with the drifting jellyfish that left nothing but pain. How could this happen to me in the most harmonious place in the world? I had spent countless hours jumping and swimming in the water with the sand encompassing my toes. Never did a thought of worry flip through my mind. Now I never wanted let my toes indulge in the warmth of the sand or let my piecey hair fall across my tanned back.
Have you ever wondered why the fourteen inch reptile, know as the chameleon can camouflage? If so, I'm here to tell you the Legend of Giroud. To begin, the chameleons are the original conquerors of the North America. They lived in peace in a calm environment, but then, things twisted in another direction. Their prey started to adapt to the chameleons strategies, and left the chameleons in a sticky situation. So the chameleons could no longer catch their prey to survive. Weakened by the food shortage, the chameleons became ill, weak, and started to die off. It started to decrease their population. A brave chameleon decided to help his fellow chameleons, to persevere this challenge. A chameleon in the name of Giroud stepped up to the plate. Let's jump in into Giroud's brave and heroic action,
Peter would dive through the air, and catch Michael just before he could strike the sea, and it was lovely the way he did it; but he always waited till the last moment, and you felt it was his cleverness that interested him and not the saving of human life.”(pg.46).
In the early light of the conquest, her mind was racing. Knowing that she could swim in thirty-three degree water as a test made her more anxious and “afraid” (Cox 130). Cox could not retrogress and go back home, she had to encounter the face-numbing water and defeat the treacherous mile. She fought against the problems she may face and readied herself for the awesome outcome that would be after the pain. There is always a rainbow after rain right? Once she got ready and hopped in her mind went from zero to one hundred real quick. The signals inside Cox’s brain were sending off shocks telling her that there was not enough air entering the lungs and nothing could be done to calm it. In the predicament she was in it is normal to think it out but when your body feels “like I had a corset tightening around my chest” it is hard to chill out (Cox 133). Her mind was firing signals telling her to jump out but she was determined to finish what she had came so far to do. Cox’s mind was nostalgic most of the swim, but once she made the body and the mind come together and work as one she made the mile plus
Some children have difficulties accepting their race. In “The Color of Water” written by James McBride covers the story of a biracial man that is trying to find out more about his white mother. Throughout the book James McBride discusses how racism and acceptance from people can be difficult. In the text “The Color of Water”, racial tensions has had an effect on James mother Ruth’s along with James and other individuals who have dealt with being biracial while looking to being accepted in their environment. The book uncovers how the main character Ruth, dealt with her negative memories of her past experience and how she was able to become a strong individual. In addition, in a Time magazine article “Intermarried..with Children,” by Jill
So do we have a deal.” I was going to say yes then I figured out that if he was smart enough to escape a god I had to do more. “Yes, we do have a deal. But he seems smart so I’ll need a pair of legs and to go away from here. He will think that I am a drowning girl and will save me.”I said I swum to the surface took a breath of fresh air and begun to swim while humming old sailors songs then I saw his ship my lucky day I haven't even swum a whole day I thought I used the spell that Poseidon gave me for legs. when the ship was close to an island I began to scream "Help! I can't swim. please help me" one man dive in and swum up to me and took me to the boat I asked around and found Oddysious asked him to take me to my home island that was near the island of the sirens. He said no becous it was to risky.so I began to sing to them they fell under my spell instantly i sang the words “the island of the sirens is where we must go, crash into the rocks splattering blood and bone, so have your fun when you may but keep in mind you’ll die today, your body you will leave behind it’ll be eaten by the time of midnight-” I heard a loud crash the boat began to sink as I dived into the ocean and became a siren most of the crew began to drown I felt sort of guilty for sinking such a brilliant man but it wasn't my choice bt then I noticed there was a man who was swimming I got close enough to see who they are without them seeing me it was
After walking into the sea, she begins to swim. There are several instances where we are told that she grows progressively more tired. Since she has thought so much about this swim, she should have known to turn back at the first sign of exhaustion. But she doesn’t. She continues on to her ultimate death, apparently understanding and willing.
The color palette in my opinion is careful accurate selection to depict the 1960's in this new millennium film. The color scheme through out the film, in wardrobe, settings, scenes, theme all the colors elegantly blend to set you back in time. There are many scenes I can use to illustrate how this film used a very appropriate color composition but one of my favorite scenes were the color pops out and moves me is when Mrs. Chan is standing in the noodle house, waiting for her food. The color complements the lighting. Her vertical stripped multi color dress looked as if the colors were a dry rubbed herb, almost dull but deep and full of expression.
In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let
Colors have such a powerful meaning. The association that can be used with them helps break down gender from the prospective in which they are used. In the painting there are many different colors that are used. Some in which are considered masculine colors while others are feminine colors. The focus color in the painting is dark blue.
If I could choose a color to describe the way I felt on December 18th, it would be blue. That’s all. It says enough for me, and if you knew the story, you’d understand. You see, I didn’t choose blue because of what it meant or what feeling the color gave off, no. My eyes are blue, my favorite color is blue. Her eyes were blue. Her favorite color was blue.
Although she was just attempting to swim alone, she saw this experience as a great failure because the fear or “encounter with death” prevented her from moving forward with the goal that she set for herself. The frustration that stemmed from this experience carried to that night where she asserted herself to her husband by defying his wishes. Her assertion was her first experience of freedom from oppression.
I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.