Debra Hill

Long Day’s Journey into Night Long Day’s Journey into Night, written by Eugene O’neill, is a play about a tragic, gloomy day in the lives of the Tyrones’. With O’neill’s use of elements such as diction, syntax, selection of details and method of organization, he is able to create such an accurate play, depicting a situation similar to his own, filled with gloominess and alcohol. As for the narrator of the play, there really isn’t one, but it is shown that Edmund Tyrone in the play reflects O’neill

Snaking its way through the dense underbrush, the long procession of horsemen ducked and weaved through drooping limbs and protruding branches. Dathon grew increasingly frustrated as the infernal woods went on and on, stretching east for miles in clumps so dense he lost sight of almost everyone around him. But much to his amazement and relief the woods now thinned out, replaced by dry brush covered hillocks that heralded the beginning the Jagged Lands, a series of knife-like limestone ridges that

Jane Studdock has presented the overall theme of time, memory, and transformation throughout the novel. The timing of her dreams and visions constantly showcase events that seem to always take place in the past or near future. It presents to us that the past, and even future, is always out of reach and how “...time is more important than we thought.” (279). Timing can prevent and or shape different outcomes if computed just right. Yet, Jane displays an absence of the regulation of time for she cannot

The fog hangs low. It’s 7:00A.M., time for work. Exhausted, I climb into my car, careful not to venture into the thick, white, fog, as it is still clinging to the ground. I turn on my headlights, and slowly, make my way to Mcleston Elementary. I reach my school and enter it brace myself for a long day at work. As I prepare myself for the lesson I notice a yellowed, aged, slip of yellow, frayed, paper wedged in between the thick, history textbooks. I pick it up to read it. Suddenly, a hot burst of

Knowledge exists in various forms. A person can gain knowledge simply by watching someone’s actions. For example, witnessing a powerless person getting help, the witness learns the importance of aiding people, which is one's ability to think for oneself and others; thus, it is true power. In fact, in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey, the use of hands shows one’s ability to think and act for oneself and others as Chief Bromden can put his thoughts, and thus his resistance, into action

One cold wet afternoon in early November, the fog was so thick I felt a though I could reach out and grab it. It had been bright sunshine when we walked into that forest. Or should I say when we were chased into it. Earlier that morning it felt as though it would be just another ordinary Saturday. The birds were singing, the tractors were ploughing, but little did I know that at that point, this was no regular day for what was to come on the sunny day was very irregular indeed. Later on I decided

that are in magazines, and the pop stars that create hip and modern music videos, one could be under the impression that to be beautiful you must thin. Actresses such as Jennifer Aniston, Sarah Michelle Gheller, Clarista Flockheart, Courtney Cox and Debra Messing all have staring roles in their own television shows and are all extremely thin. The audiences of these shows being mostly women and adolescent girls, what kind of message about body image are they sending out?   The stars of Hollywood

“The Hills Like White Elephants” is a short story that is about an American man and a girl called Jig. They are sitting at a table outside a train station, waiting for a train to Madrid. While they wait they order drinks and have a heated ongoing conversation over whether or not Jig will have an operation that would be of great significance to their relationship. “The Hills Like White Elephants” by Ernest Hemingway has two important symbols in the story, the hills and the drinks both of which

The glacial erratics represent the beginning of human population of the America’s and the beginning of traditional culture, and the rocks carry with them the essence of the spirit of all those years. In honour of the truth and reconciliation act, this essay has an ode to healing by walking the land and, more specifically, reconnecting with Mother earth. I am not a religious person. I am not a spiritual person even in my own mind. And I do not even know if I believe if there is or is not a god. But

Aaron Hines, a freshman at Fairmont State University, says that one of his fondest memories of childhood is when his grandfather decided that the family should purchase cows to add to the family farm. Aaron, his grandfather, and other members of family spent an entire summer building two fences to keep the cows in the yard. Many mistakes, along with memories, were made during the process but by the end of the summer, the fence was successfully constructed. Hines, an 18 year old student who loves