Oxford Street

On my way to the Boott Cotton Museum in downtown Lowell, we’d driven by Market Street which was located nearby. It had caught my eye with its charming little shops and cobblestoned streets, and from that moment on, I longed to explore it and its surroundings. A few days later, I decided it would be the time for me to venture to Market Street. I prepped my backpack for the journey that lay ahead. It would be my first time discovering Lowell—alone—the prospect of which contributed to my blended excitement

and sacred place but ironically the church ended up being bombed. Another piece of figurative language that is very effective in this poem is imagery. The way the poem is written helps me create images in my head for example, "She raced through the streets of Birmingham." I can imagine her running around desperately, looking for her child. The metaphors and hyperboles in this poem also help with the imagery, for example, "...night dark hair," and "…rose-petal sweet." These metaphors make me think of

resisting" or the capacity to resist: such as survive exposure to a toxic agent(815). From this definition, it can be futher explained the common theme between two passages. Throughout Frank McCourt's novel, Angela's Ashes, and Ann Petry's novel, The Street, the theme of resistance is suffieciently developed in characters, events, and settings. The theme of resistance in Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes is shown thorugh a boy preventing his family's demise, through begging, stealing, and his brief discomfort

and the man chasing him catches up to him and punches him in the back of the head. Jamie lies unconscious and dying in the street. As the musical begins and he’s being chased down, the suspense is built up with the songs “Love Like a Sunset Pt. 1” at the end of this “Pt. 1” is where he’s punched and “Love Like a Sunset Pt.2” beings and Clementine is holding him dying on the street right by where they met and singing to him “Visible horizon, Right where it starts and ends/ Oh, when did we start the end

and they made their way inside the space station. "I got a feeling we forgot something," Steve said. While Steve, his friends, his grandfather, and Angel were at the space station, Emily wandered the streets of a nearby town. She had nothing but the clothes on her back. As Emily walked down a street, she saw a news story on a giant screen on the side of a building. "She asked us to protect her identity, out of fear of government retaliation," the news anchor said. "Those teenagers are from Earth

waddled through the train station, Dodging many feet coming awfully close to me. Once I pecked someone’s foot... they were not happy… But anyway, After lots of searching, and dodging, I found my way out of the train station, and emerged onto the streets of New York. No one seemed to notice me since I was so low on the ground. I’m a chicken by the way, if you didn’t pick that part up. As walked through Central Park, with dogs sniffing my back and people trying to grab me, I noticed a big silver

for the door. “Don’t forget your Hershey's!” Mr. Johnson exclaimed. “Oh, thank you,” she replied as she grabbed them. As she walked out the door she felt a cool autumn breeze. She smiled to everyone she passed, and even helped an old lady cross the street. When she got to her bus, she gave up her seat to many other people. When she finally got to her stop, she thanked the bus driver and paid him a big tip. She walked off of the bus and saw a child crying on a picnic bench. She walked up to him and

day I volunteered, a long with Pastor Timothy McCray, we met up with a group of young men who were troubled and/or poverty stricken. Our goal for these teens were to just show them activities they could engage with instead of hanging out in the streets most likely doing things that are not good. Pastor McCray first had a conversation with these young men where he put a lot of emphasis on connecting conduct, character, and

I could feel my dream getting smaller and smaller. Instead of choosing a profession that could drive me, I let me community drive me instead - and it got the best of me. Life is different when you don’t have a dream. I spent a lot of time in the streets. I had this small-minded definition of success, particularly when everyone around me was making fast money. The slow-developing value of an education

In the second half of the film, Cléo transform herself into subject; she finally takes on the role of looker. Her switch to subject happened on the streets after leaving her place distraught from a song her songwriters made her sing. This lead to her pulling off her wig, wearing a simple black dress, and wandering the city alone finding a new way to engage with the world. This tone down version of herself allows others to actually see her and not the ideal beauty she exhumes and is mostly known for