Rhetorical Analysis Of Stop Being A Sugar Cookie

Admiral William H. Mcraven addressed the 2014 graduating class at the University of Austin, Texas with more than eight thousand students in attendance. Adm. Mcraven’s address touched the hearts of millions all around the world with his inspirational message of how one person can change the world by following a simple set of rules. I chose this speech for my rhetorical analysis because of the important message it portrays, by how helping a few can eventually help many. Adm. Mcraven’s address was especially effective for his audience, much due to how he relates to the students by reminiscing of the day he graduated from UT while providing advice to his audience of college graduates preparing to begin their adult lives.

Robin Konie, the author of Is Sugar Bad? Why I say NO!, is better at persuading the audience to consider the health problems that can occur from eating sugar. In her article, Konie includes many facts and personal stories that help her make her point and helps people relate to her and what she has been through.

McRaven never had to persuade his sailors to act, he told them to act. His wrote his speech in a similar fashion. McRaven used few rhetorical devices, but his few were powerful. He used asyndetons multiple times throughout his speech to signify that certain things are equal. “It matters not your gender, your ethnic or religious background, your orientation, your social status.” McRaven wanted his listeners to feel equal to him and each other. McRaven also used anaphora to emphasize how easy it is to quit. “Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake up at 5 o'clock. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the freezing cold swims…” The emotional reel of this speech came from the message, not the writing. SEALS are seen as superhuman. To hear that they struggle shows no one is invincible. If a SEAL can see all these ideas while fighting for their life, why can’t we? Everyone has heard this general speech, “making yourself better changes the world.” Who has heard it from the struggles of SEAL training? The audience looks up to the SEALs who put up with the constant harassment, the cold, and the pain to become the best of the best. McRaven also explained how to change the world. “Start by making your bed, find someone to help you paddle, measure a person by the size of their heart…” His ideas are simple and easy to

This rhetorical analysis is about the Nabisco company airing a funny commercial during the Super Bowl called “Whisper Fight.” Nabisco shows that all 3 appeals do not have to be used in order to create an effective advertisement.

There are moments in everyone’s life that have the possibility to make or break them. A person can choose to succumb to the brutality of this long ride they call life or can climb out of the pit of despair and face your challenges head-on. I found myself at a crossroads and had this choice to make when my father passed away. This is my most life changing moment, but it isn’t even a moment, yet more like a snowball effect that has caused mass destruction throughout my entire life. Even though I have lost so much because of my father’s death, it is because of this that I have gained so much such as perseverance and responsibility.

Sometimes, the sorrowful events in life bring out the best in your life and yourself. Two years ago, I went through true maturation through a traumatic event that immensely affected me as a person. As pencils were being sharpened and the sounds of school filtered back into my life, I found out my Grandma had Cancer. In an effort to provide better treatment, she came to live with us for four months. That time was incredibly precious and special as I saw my Grandma in a whole new light. I saw her strength, her tenacity, and her positivity.

Although its not always easy, some days being worse than others, I keep persevering. I’ve developed life skills to help me overcome obstacles and I know I have built up the strength to be able to handle the worst of situations. It’s important to me to live every day to the fullest and never take time for granted. Life can be taken away so quickly, therefore its important to not leave any regrets, do what makes you happy, and always tell the people you love, that you love them. Although I don’t seem much different than my peers in most situations I encounter and most conversations I participate in, I will still always be the girl whose mom passed away. My experience is very meaningful to my life and I feel as if I wouldn’t be complete without sharing. The loss of my mom has impacted me significantly, shaping my personality and all other aspects of who I

Being raised by a grandmother with Stage 2 Alzheimer’s and Stage 3 Breast Cancer, a father with chronic asthma, and having a mother with Internal Shingles, there was a point in my life where I thought that I was going to lose everyone that I loved. Even though I did lose my grandmother, the best thing I saw was when she had passed away with a smile, because I knew everything was going to be okay and that she was happy with the life that she lived. But, one of the greatest obstacles that I had to face happened at a time where I question who I was and my purpose on this earth. In high school, I discovered a gift that I never thought I had, the ability to manipulate the English language in a manner of unraveling a mind rather that slapping a set

There is nothing like tragedy to teach you about life. When you’re shown how fragile life is, you tend to appreciate it more. As so many have said, you don’t know how good something is, until it’s gone. But my mother is still here. How can I grieve for somebody who is still alive, who I see daily? Well, I am grieving for the mother I lost. About four years ago, my mother got into a car crash one Sunday morning, after dropping my eldest sibling off at work. After that, my family was never the same. My mother’s car crash and the resulting trauma led me to realize how mortality is lurking behind the scenes of our everyday lives, just waiting for us to slip up or age out of living.

Last year I finally acknowledged the fact that when my parents, aunts and uncles die, I will not have much of a support system after watching one of my mom’s close friends loose both of her parents within a few months of each other and then fighting in the family destroying the

No one that I’d loved so dearly had ever died. The whirlwind experience of waiting for my parents to come home, watching my parents, aunts, and uncles plan a funeral, and then missing school for both the wake and the funeral was exhausting. The jam-packed schedule did not give me time to contemplate and understand what had happened. In fact, those first few days after my grandfather's death were the easiest as they were a distraction from the truth. Attend a wake, accept condolences, attend a funeral, accept more condolences, and then go home being too exhausted to have any further thoughts than “I want to go to bed”. It was the calm after the storm that hurt me in the long

right now, then my grandma started to cry. We pulled up to my auntie Robbie’s house and it was July so her big willow tree was in full bloom and her yard looked so pretty, but it was overshadowed by the crowd of people crying. My mom just pulled me and my brother into a hug. Eventually she loosened her grip, looked us in the eyes and told us that Cody had passed away. Cody J. Martin passed away at the young age of twenty-eight due to a heart aneurysm. The newspaper clipping is still on the fridge beside a picture of him smiling in a pluto hat in Disneyland. The first few days I didn't say a word to a single person, I went utterly blank. Then all I felt was anger. After he passed I was angry, angry at myself, angry at the doctors, angry at the world. I needed someone to blame and I took it out on my family. I became even worse, lashing out at people that just wanted to help, shrinking back from their love, even though they were all going through the same feelings. Eventually, all I did was cry. I cried thinking I would never stop but eventually there were just no more tears to cry. Then came my saving grace, Kallie Michelle Crossland.

Late middle school my grandfather suffered from a minor shortly followed by a major stroke that left him unable to use the left half of his body. From March 25, 2008 to May 25, 2011 my grandfather constantly needed the attention of another. Witnessing my grandfather’s health slowly deteriorate has caused me to be more sympathetic towards other. Seeing how my grandfather’s passing others showed me that regardless of how strong physically and mentally an individual may be, losing a loved one is a dreadful experience. While volunteering at Sutter Memorial I always remembered how my family was affected and this helped me help them through frightful feelings of seeing a loved one in a grim

December 13, 2013, a day that will always hold an agonizing place in my heart. On this day, my beloved grandmother passed away at 82 years old. Her loss was unbearable. It was hard, and still relatively difficult, to picture a world without one of the most loving people I have ever met. In the end, it was pneumonia that took my grandma away from me, and I watched helplessly in a cold hospital room as the disease slowly crippled and mutilated her. You want to keep holding onto faith in this situation, faith that she’ll recover, but as time progressed, that faith began to recede. Then there came a point to where she could no longer, speak, eat, or remember who we were on her own, and that’s when as a family we had to make the hardest decision of our lives. My family agreed to take my grandmother off of all devices that kept her stable: medicines, feeding tube, respirator. My grandma was basically left to die and I didn’t know how to respond to it. I grew so weary of seeing her suffer on that hospital bed for weeks and longed for her to be at peace, but I became angered with the fact that we had given up on her and denied her any chance at life. She continued to live for 2 days without these remedies, before passing on to the next life. It was so hard watching someone I love slowly fade away in what is supposed to be an institution of healing and rehabilitation. I was consumed with so much guilt, remorse, and contempt for the medical system. Why would they

Death is known to be the worst thing that could happen to someone but in the end the only one’s really suffering are family members left to mourn. A few years ago, my family and I were watching the news all cozied up and drinking hot chocolate, when suddenly we heard that a famous Mexican singer had died in a plane crash. We all felt awful especially since it was just a few weeks before Christmas and everyone was already in the joyful Christmas spirit. None of us could possibly imagine what that family was going through or so we thought. A few days after watching the news my father called to explain that my uncle had been in a really bad car crash and was in the hospital. We were worried, but were thankful he was still alive. Well about three minutes later my father called again and we could hear him sobbing through the phone and we all knew what had happened. My uncle was dead.