Evergreen Hills Essay

8. Do you have sympathy or empathy for the wife of Don Elias, Dona Matilde?

This morning I was walking through the woods. The leaves and trees brushing up against my long brown hair. The morning breeze blowing through my long luscious hair. There is a dark path ahead so I walk through it. It has beautiful scenery and so many gorgeous animals as you walk into it. Summer is coming to an end and the leaves are starting to change into bright colors, which makes the whole view prettier. Then, all of the sudden I come upon something amazing and shiny, and it catches my eye so I go right over to it.

The evolution of the female character identity in “Hills like White Elephants” by Ernest Hemingway As part of human nature, it is not uncommon for an individual to attempt to impose his own way of thinking or acting on those he believes he can control. In occasions, a sense of inferiority or fear can make us accept those circumstances, and, thus, act against our own will. Hemingway’s “Hills like White Elephants” short story focuses on the strained relationship of its main characters: the American and Jig. Throughout his narrative, the author places special emphasis on two detrimental human characteristics: selfishness and individuality. The setting of the story takes place in an isolated train station located between cities of Barcelona and

At only four years old, I was exploring the dense woods of the Washington island in which I grew up on. I was with my older sister and cousin when we found ourselves trekking through a yellow-jacket hive. We raced back home, covered in bees from head to toe, screaming painful cries for our parents. As we started approaching the house, our parents began to run towards us, stripping off our clothes while spraying us down with a garden hose. Growing up on an island has many perks, however emergency medical care is not one of them. The adults quickly loaded us into the car to race toward the only doctor's office on the island. The next closest was by sea plane or a two hour ferry ride to the mainland. While en route, I vividly recall sitting on

In the short story "Hills Like White Elephant" by Ernest Hemingway readers are introduced to a couple who's relationship is in trouble. A baby in their case seems to be the real reason why they're having difficulties in their relationship. The issues and concerns are becoming hard for them to understanding. The man dose not want to have this baby so he says "that's the only thing that bothers us It's the only thing that made us unhappy’’(Hemingway 115).The man really feels as if this was a big mistake and just getting rid of it would make it " the baby" will make them all better. Throughout the entire short story Jig the "women" and the man "the American", seem to have a lack of understanding for each other. It seems to be that having an abortion is what the solution should be to their problem, but this was suggested by the man.

ENC 1102 was one of the most unique English classes I have ever taken. I was terrified of this class near the beginning. English has always been my worst subject, especially the comprehension aspect of it. However, we read a lot of stories that helped tremendously with that. I enjoyed some of the stories. I will admit, there were a few stories that I despised. Although, it was all worth it, as I learned a lot along the way. Most importantly, I learned how to interpret things in a different way than before. This will stick with me, along with some of the stories we read. The story that I feel I will remember five years from now is “Hills Like White Elephants” by Ernest Hemingway.

As I look out through the window, I see my Aunt running through the pelting rain towards us. Just as she throws herself through the door, the train sets off. At first, we lumber along slowly on a gently sloping track. Slowly but surely we gain speed and inclination, until we are chugging up Mount Washington at an angle so steep you’d think the train car was going to fall over backwards. The conductor is standing in the doorway at the front, being assaulted by the hurricane like rain and wind. On the way up, some of the other passengers decided to try to stand up in the train to see how steep the train was. When one of them stood up, the leaned forward so far we thought they were going to slip and do a faceplant. My mom, aunt, and I just had

Martin a five foot four boy from Denver and his best friend Ezra a muscular football player were not the typical best friends. They only met each other by chance one day after Martin left band practice and was accidentally pummeled by Ezra as he was walking through the field. Ever since, they had been inseparable and were together almost everyday after school. Ezra was heavily scrutinized for being friends with a band geek, but he didn't mind, he knew Martin was a cool guy. They were part of a friend group called the Hills Clan, who consisted of a few other boys mainly in their middle teens. The hills clan got their name because all the boys lived in an affluent neighborhood called Cherry Hills south of Denver. During the weekend they would play in the pond in Ezra's backyard or mess around

Ernest Hemingway was a towering figure in 20th century American literature, known mostly for his larger-than-life persona and for his simple, declarative style of writing. The latter arguably won him a Nobel Prize, and also influenced possibly an entire generation of aspiring writers who came after him. Hemingway’s short and economical style is perhaps best displayed in his earlier work, most notably in his short stories, and one of his earliest, and most famous, short stories is “Hills Like White Elephants.” The story is about two people who are simply referred to as ‘the American’ and ‘the girl,’ at a train station, waiting to catch the next express to Barcelona; they have drinks as they wait and they talk about the seemingly mundane,

It was a bright sunny day in Colorado, or at least that’s how I always thought about it, but now reflecting back on it, it was probably more like any other day in Colorado; Unpredictable. For a reason that most likely wasn’t so innocent I was up in my attic that day, stumbling around in the musty forbidden corner of the dimly lit room in my house. It’s funny how exciting I thought it was being up alone in the attic, not that it wasn’t dangerous. we had an unfinished attic, one with boards instead of a solid floor where one mistake could send you falling down a story. I tried to step quietly in fear of alerting both my mom and the fictional beasts that hide only out of eyesight, in vain, for each step I took the already weakening boards under my feet creaked with an eerie, malevolent, shrill note. I stared ahead of me, my eyes augmented, searching for anything that might keep me more entertained than the running nonsensical recordings that projected themselves onto the television screen. To my disappointment, my eyes only laid upon dusty old boxes containing future garage sale items.

The marriage the couple share is one of convenience as elaborated within the husband’s lack of concern and harshness towards his wife. The wife harbors bottled up feelings, and desires to branch out into the world, forgetting the lonesome, loveless marriage she endured for so long. She tells of how she is in need of multiple alterations in life, from materialistic aspects, to impossible seasonal change and of course a possession of a cat which translates into her pleading with her husband for a tiny offspring who will undoubtedly bring sunshine and pure exuberance in her depressing existence. Hemingway writes a work of art that explores one woman’s determination of having a “cat” in hopes that it will fill the void in her heart left by her inconsiderate companion.

In "Hills like White Elephants," the story by Ernest Hemingway was taken place at a railroad station with no shade nor trees. The story was told in someone else's point of view looking through a camera from the inside of the station. The short story uses symbolism comparing the big white hills to elephants, the bamboo bead curtain, and the train station and the luggage.

I don’t know much about Evergreen Park but the few things that I do come from my mom working out there, always driving pass, and going to stores and restaurants. Although, Its called Evergreen Park there are parks or candy stores around that I know about. Whats located there that people that live in Beverly do travel to go to is what used to be called Evergreen Plaza until they tore it down. Evergreen

Alisha ran. She ran and felt the wind in her long dark hair. The sun filtered through the trees, warming her coffee colored skin. Her violet eyes sparkled as a laugh escaped her mouth. She ran, finally feeling free as she sprinted over the hard, uneven ground, her pack bouncing on her back. She jumped over a trickling brook and stumbled to a stop. She rested and got a drink of water. She heard a voice calling through the trees. It said “Alisha, ALISHA!” Her eyes snapped opened and she woke up.

Scottish born “John of the Mountains” impacted the way National Parks are viewed today. As a wee lad, John Muir had a keen fixation on his natural surroundings. Conversely, his father Daniel was vehemently opposed to any contact with the world outside of their garden. Ironically, the family’s abrupt move to America would set the stage for his son John to blossom into the renowned naturalist he is remembered as today. While attending college in Wisconsin, John was exposed to Transcendentalism, which introduced him to the ideas and works of Ralph Waldo Emerson. Transcendentalism served as a salve for the harsh and strict fundamentalism espoused by his father’s Puritanical ideology. Subsequently, Muir would delve more deeply into Transcendentalism than any other adherent. John Muir’s experiential, naturalistic practices elevated transcendental ideals which are depicted throughout his conservational ventures and prose.