Essay On The Coldest Winter Ever

The novel “The Coldest Winter Ever” by Sister Souljah follows the life of the lead character Winter Santiago and her family. Born in Brooklyn,New York, Winter Santiago was the daughter of a young mother and the notorious drug dealer Ricky Santiago. From the beginning of the novel Winter lets it known that she was born into luxury, and just because she lived in the projects of Brooklyn didn't mean she was poor.In fact it was the exact opposite for the Santiago family.Winter came into adolescence as a shallow, self-centered individual, motivated solely by physical attractiveness, material possessions and the desire to attract as many men as possible. On Winter’s six-tenth birthday her father Ricky Santiago decides it's finally time to move his family out of the ghetto. Winter’s mother and sisters were very excited for the move although Winter was livid. The family’s move to a mansion in Long Island did not stop Winter from desiring her ghetto culture. It also didn’t help that neither parents were actual parents to Winter. Shortly after the family moves to Rhode island the FBI raid the house and arrest Ricky Santiago on several charges. After Santiago’s arrest his empire begins to crumble. All of the family possessions are seized leaving Winter, her mother and her three younger siblings to fend for themselves. Winter selfishness didn't let that happen,she decided to go on her own and hustle her way back into the lifestyle she once lived.Unfortunately things didn't work out for winter the way she wanted. Instead of getting things done on her own Winter looked for a man to take care of her, because that was the only thing her mother taught her. The same man that was supposed to love and take care of her let her take the fall for his crimes, and ultimately sent Winter to jail for a fifth-teen year sentence.

Born Lisa Williamson in 1964, Sister Souljah is a hip-hop artist that burst to the forefront of mainstream media in 1992 when she was criticized by then Presidential candidate Bill Clinton for saying "If Black people kill black people every day, why not have a week and kill white people?" Clinton was trying to prove to other Democrats that he did not sympathize with the organization that Souljah was a member of. She basically said Bill Clinton and went on to sign music and publishing contracts. She has become one of the more passionate and articulate voices to emerge speaking for young African Americans in the United States. She has written and published to works: No Disrespect, and autobiographical account of

Mark Smith’s, The Road to Winter (2016), charts the narrative of Australian teenager, Finn, who has survived a virus that has wiped out the majority of his town. Finn is forced to survive, protecting himself from the violent gangs in the North on his own, following the death of his parents. With survival being the main theme of the novel, the characters in The Road to Winter exhibit their exceptional and awful capabilities when their survival is threatened. Despite characters living in seclusion, they will go to any means to protect their own survival. Furthermore, when Finn, Rose or Kas’ lives are threatened, alternate characters will rise to their assistance, completing formidable acts of bravery to save them. Finally, Ramage displays his awful capabilities, threatening others survival, if his own leadership is jeopardised.

However heart wrenching; the story is of finding hope for survival, throughout the biting cold,

Winter Solstice was a very special time in Stormholt, with Kenna and Val’s friends visiting them every year for a grand celebration. It was cold and windy that night, and even though Kenna and Val were having fun, they were also feeling restless. “Damn it Kenna, this dress is so itchy! I hate having to be so formal.” “I know Val, but at least I let you do your hair the way you like.” With an amorous look, Kenna eyed Val up and down. “You’re not wearing anything underneath that dress are you, Val?” Grinning at Kenna, Val nodded, “You know me too well. But I’m pretty sure it’s not just me.” “I guess you’ll have to find out later.” As Val observed the way Kenna’s hair flowed in the wind, she had a hard time concentrating on anything else. “… and that’s how I invented plumbing. I… Val! Are you even listening?” “What? Oh yeah, very funny, Whitlock.” “Val! It’s not supposed to be funny, it’s supposed to be interesting!” “Ok, then it’s really interesting,” Val said with her eyes locked on Kenna, not fully aware of what she was even saying. “Ugh, I don’t know why I try with you, maybe Lia will be more considerate.” With that, Whitlock walked off, leaving Val alone with her wife. “Kenna, this shouldn’t be possible, but when you’re bathed in moonlight, you’re even more beautiful.” Placing her hand on Val’s thigh, Kenna smiled and gave her a kiss. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you, my gorgeous wife.” Kenna looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

Once upon a dark and snowy Friday night, a mysterious man named Rabbi Hirsch came out of the dark eeriness of his desolate and abandoned synagogue and asked a boy named Michael Devlin if he could turn on the lights for him. Michael in the book Snow in August by Pete Hamill, at first hesitated, but then he willfully did the task. This started a wonderful friendship between the two Brooklyn residents that brought out the in best each other despite their different backgrounds. However, with the relationship came some physical and emotional turmoil as a result of the Rabbi being Jewish and most of Brooklyn being anti-semitic, meaning that they are hostile towards Jews. This was evident when Frankie McCarthy and his band of best friends named

Her life was not easy, her husband got shot and was left alone yet she came back to care for him. That didn’t stop him from verbally abusing him. But when push came to shove, she just left because she kept expressing how she felt. She could have killed her husband if she let her anger pile on inside but she let it out and it made a lot of space in her heart to forgive her husband. Writing and other forms of self-expression have helped many others alike so this says a lot about the usefulness of the literary arts.

In conclusion, the three most important themes to me in the story, abuse, fear, and karma are what made the story so good. He abuses her, she has fear, that he pokes fun at, and he is punished for his actions. Her greatest fear saved her from enduring anymore abuse from

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

A normal day can turn into a day filled with icy cold snow and warm hot chocolate just by one call. One call that gives everyone around the school district a sigh of relief that they can curl up back in their comfy beds and sleep for an extra two or more hours. Some may wonder how one call makes everyone’s day so much better: it is because it is a call from the school saying there is no school today due to icy conditions. Upon hearing this one can be sure that their phone will be buzzing with ones friends asking what they are doing today, or maybe one snoozes through all the texts and continues to curl up in one’s warm blankets, with dogs heating ones feet. No matter what one chooses to do there always seems to be a trend as one gets older. This trend is that in the grades kindergarten through fifth grade, children love snow days to stay outside and play; then in grades sixth through ninth, children love snow days to stay inside and watch movies; finally children tenth through twelfth grade, children love snow days to again go outside and play.

Being a child is one of the hardest stages in a person’s life. They go through doing all the wrong things in order to learn how to do the right things, and then they socially develop into a sensible mature adult. During this stage of a young child's life, the roles of parenting are absolutely crucial and determine a child’s role that he/she is going to play in society in the future. This is a crucial part of everyone’s life, they need to learn what they are good at and what they are not good at. In the poem "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden, there is a sense that the narrator does not have a special bond with his father when he was a young boy, and that there is a sense of fear toward his father. I

To kick off National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, the Pediatric Dentistry of Ft. Myers will host unique snow-themed fundraising event on Saturday, October 1

David Sedaris’ essay, “Let It Snow” is a reflection of Sedaris’ past. A single day from his childhood in North Carolina where Sedaris and his siblings were home due to school being closed for few days because of bad weather. The story reflects solely on the relationship that Sedaris’ mother had with him and his sisters, and how it was affected by her drinking problem. Although the story revolved around the children the mother was the main character.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we