Snow's Three Stages

When writing the final prose essay, I was not feeling very confident that I would increase in score from my previous 2. My prewriting was nonexistent and I wrote the entire essay in less than twenty minutes with little understanding of the prompt and what it was asking for. That being said, I somehow managed to score a 5 on my prose essay so I must have done something right.

Do you ever wonder how insanity comes about through the brain? Paul is the main character in the story “Silent Snow, Secret Snow”. Snow is what paul struggles with throughout the story. It represents the sanity that he has. Whether it is a large or small amount the snow is constantly there. He goes through the story accepting the snow but his parents do not. He then locks himself in his room and just let’s the snow take over him. `In the story “Silent Snow, Secret Snow,” the snow represents the clarity of Paul going insane as the snow is not truly there, the snow clouds his thoughts, and it speaks to him.

Mary Oliver shows that snow is much more than crystallized water. When Oliver talks about the snow she uses precise words such as smolder, the word is usually used to describe the exact opposite of what snow is, fire. The snow is given a whole other view. A view that has not often been seen. Oliver creates questions “and though the questions/ that have assailed us all day/ remain - not a single/ answer has been found” (Oliver 645, 23-31). She wonders why the snow has come, but is content with the final product, the beauty of the snow. The complexity of the snow creates a new, never before seen image, resulting in the beauty that is overlooked. Using feelings and words, Oliver expresses her complex thought of the snow. She used “an oracular fever” (Oliver 645, 9). The quote specifies that the felt the snow had hidden qualities.

Throughout the text, Michael mentions the snow. Considering the book’s about a blizzard, that’d be normal, right? However, in my view, the snow symbolizes something, like dreadful times. Scattered around, the context surrounding the snow can be interpreted as how you feel during those times. For example, later in the book, when the students realize just how bad it is, they explain it as, “There was no higher ground, no place left for us to go”(Northrop 158). Here, a relation to people feeling as if there’s nowhere else to go, so they’re trapped in the horrible event occurring can be made. Results tend to be mourning over those poor times in people’s lives. Similarly, Michael connects that to how we view bad situations. Early on in the book, description of the snow is showed as it being “small flakes”, “like grains of sugar… the flakes had fattened up and

* Snow can be clean, inviting, playful, and even warm. It can also be start, suffocating, severe, suffocating, and even filthy.

The first snowfall of the year had finally arrived one late November night, blanketing the small cabin and surrounding forest with fresh, powdery snow. The wind howled through the leafless trees, often relieving the weighed down branches of their snowy burden. The smooth and unblemished snow coated everything, leaving the road to the cabin indistinguishable from the surrounding terrain.

It’s a blizzard! Snow falls in an excerpt from Roger Ascham’s book Toxophilus. Toxophilus was written in 1545, and was the first book ever written about archery in the English language. The author, Roger Ascham, was an English scholar and a private tutor for Queen Elizabeth I. In this excerpt from his book, he talks about how the winds unpredictably blow the snow, and how it further affects the sport of archery. He states “I learned perfectly that it is no marvel at all though men in a wind lose their strength in shooting, seeing so many ways the wind is so variable in blowing (Ascham 35-37). Ascham goes into comprehensive detail when describing the sights of the snow— a noticeable pattern in this excerpt. Because of that, his purpose

As I stepped out of the exit door a frigid breeze almost made me an iceberg. I did not feel my hands, legs and it caused pain in my esophagus and ears similar to the pain which I had only experienced when I licked or swallowed ice-candies in India. But this condition was pacified by the “SNOW”. When in India I remember that my family once visited one of the states of India in the Himalayan region to experience snow. During my initial few months over here snow was a pleasure to watch and I didn’t understand the reason for everybody worrying about the snowy days. I felt it needless to worry about so soft, so white, so smooth snow until I had to drive in that not so smooth snow, clean not so soft and white snow and then get exhausted to wait for the so called SPRING.

One aspect of the whole snow making process that people are overlooking is the moral correctness. The unnatural snow created by the snow machines will change the mountain in an unnatural way. By artificially adding reclaimed water to the mountain, the resort disturbs the natural environment, which will inevitably change the terrain of the mountain. Instead we need to learn to accept the natural conditions provided to us, and stop interfering with our fragile environment.

In numerous countries it snows, snow can interfere with people’s life, children are unable to attend school and other people are unable to get to their jobs in certain cases when the snow is severe. For these specific reasons snow has to be melted, although there are other ways that they can get rid of snow but this investigation is focusing on melting the snow. De-icing or anti-acing is the process of removing snow, ice or frost from roads, airport runways or any other part needed. To de-ice salt is spread by snowplows or dump trucks, this salt will often be mixed with sand, another component that melts ice. Salt and sand are used as they are inexpensive and are available in large quantities.

Dark clouds were overhead blocking what little there was of the sunlight. Deep, deep snow was everywhere. As he stepped into the snow, his foot sunk down into it. It came up a quarter of the way up his thigh. Greer, this fucking snow, I hate the snow, so, so, so much. Why does it have to snow? He pulled his frozen and slightly damp leg out of the snow. I feel even colder than before. The heavy snowfall had meant the he couldn’t drive, since the roads were covered in half a metre of snow, forcing him to walk. I’m glad my house is high up, now. I hate having going up a flight of stairs just to get in my home. At least I’m not snowed in. I wish I didn’t have to go out. I’m so, so bloody cold. It is -20oC I feel the coldest ever.

These two stories use of snow are extremely different in so many way. Silent Snow, Secret Snow’s use of snow was to show the purity within an imaginary world while Snow’s snow was to show purity within love.

The icy air swells around my ears causing by skin to tingle and sting. My fingers and toes are numb to the touch, but somehow I find this feeling quite amusing. A continuous shudder convulses my body as soon as the chilling wind comes in contact with my skin, freezing me to the bone. I quickly remember vague yet precious childhood memories. The urge of throwing a snowball, lying on the fluffy cotton known as snow and creating a snow angel, or designing a snowman, rushes over me. Those were the good old days, but that was years ago I am a lot older now. I finally gather up the courage to get out of my lovely abode, and I journey into the uncharted frozen wasteland.

I’d just come off another movie, featuring a lot of snow, from light flurries to more heavy down pours – so I had a pretty good understanding of what was needed and used those setups – from Houdini – as a staring point. From our first passes, Dan gave further direction for us to edit to.

As the cold season begins, less and less people will venture outside as they do in the summer. No longer does it seem reasonable to pass the time crusading though a cold, frozen jungle to entertain and to pass the time. This act of laziness on behalf of those who prefer tepidness is for the best. It is the cold season in which nature’s reality begins to fold unto itself in the most peculiar ways. Trees will fall, bearing the infinite, glittering ice. Soft snow will cascade through the treetops in the absence of the bright green leaves that shield the sun on warmer days. It is better that this winter wonderland remains untouched, it is peaceful this way.