Narrative Essay About The Big Snow

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.

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I was 12. I had heard the stories from my Uncle Randy about ski trips, but I wanted to try it for myself. He finally decided I was old enough to tag along. The two and a half hour car ride felt like a lifetime. It was my first time at Chestnut mountain in Galena, and I was very excited. The sun was shining bright. The temperature was in the mid to lower 30’s, which was perfect for skiing. When we got to the locker room, I started putting on all my gear. Excitement filled the air as other skiers geared up to take on the slopes. When I finally got my rental boots tight and buckled up, my uncle looked at me and laughed. My uncle is a short and stocky man, a great

On a Tuesday night of my sophomore year, two weeks before the state tournament, we played Heritage Hills. On the mound, battling for every out, I attempted to keep the game tied. The count was two and one with two outs in the bottom of the fourth. I stepped up, wound up, and pitched the ball for the fiftieth time. Except this time the ball came flying right back towards me.

"Do you ever see yourself, fantasizing, about snow?" She asked, unaware of the ignorance, that seemed to protrude, across her face. "We live in Texas, obviously." I snickered, as she shot me a look of annoyance, "I know." She began as she rolled her eyes, "To better explain it, have you forgotten the feeling of snow, not your mind, but your body, the feeling of it laying in your hands."

I was beginning to prepare for the next residency and I realized that I was not looking forward to hearing presentations from liberal and leftist progressive ideologues who seem unable to keep their opinions to themselves and just teach writing. Then I began watching Cold Mountain, the next PBIC and movie and once again, it's all about depraved ignorant southerners, a coward that runs from war, and slavery. I'm not sure why the faculty keeps returning to slavery and oppression in required books and movies again and again, but it's truly become repulsive for me. There's plenty of other optimistic works that could serve this purpose for learning.

A few winters ago, some friends invited my family and me to go snow skiing at Paoli Peaks, Indiana. I did not know how to snow ski, and I leaped at the thought of trying this new sport. On the first morning we entered the pro shop to rent all the gear and make decisions about whether or not to take lessons or go it alone. We decided to be adventurous and go it alone—no lessons. Kent and Celeste, the friends who invited us, knew how to ski and snowboard. He assured us that he could show us the basics, and we would be on our way down the slopes. All of us, after a few minutes learning how to wedge our skis started down the family trail. Although the family trail had smaller hills and appeared safe, to me it seemed way too fast and dangerous. I fell several times before making it to the bottom and started having doubts about whether I’d ever be able to really enjoy the sport. By the end of the first day, however, I was not only flying down the family trail but was going down black diamond trails with just a little nervousness.

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about

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

I stared out of the empty window, remembering my childhood and how happy I would be when snow would come. Now snow means winter and winter never fails to remind me of you. I remember the way you would laugh at every joke I would tell and how wide your smile would become when you heard about something you love or saw something beautiful. I blinked and was wide eyed into the snow. It was bright and seemed so beautiful, but cold to the touch. Kind of like a person.

It was a warm winter day my family and I were out enjoying ourselves alone at the sledding hill. Sausers, tubes, sleds, and toboggans, we used them all. Until we decided to build ramps, well my brothers did. I was too young to understand.

My brother Kevin offered to take me skiing at Ski Brule in Iron River. I had never gone skiing before and I was filled with anticipation, excitement, and nervousness. I felt as if someone had turned my stomach into a washing machine and thrown some rocks inside. I grabbed all of my things and packed them into Kevin's Volkswagen Jetta and we hit the road. Upon arrival at Ski Brule, a few things seemed to slap me in the face. I thought about my deathly

We put on our snow pants and jackets on and then finally our helmets. I backed out of the driveway, and we took off down the snowmobile trail. I looked off the edge of the road and realized that there was quite a big ditch, and also that the trail became very narrow up ahead. My dad was riding in front of me and I noticed that when he reached where the road narrowed, his left ski fell off the trail and started pulling him into the ditch. He simply leaned to his right side to pull it back up. No big deal. I now knew the ditch was a danger and tried my best to avoid it. I swung my snowmobile onto

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

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.