Ernest Hemingway

There has been confusion in the belletristic world over the six word story.

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BABY SHOES,

NEVER WORN.

The six word short story has inspired me to explore how much can be said with very little information provided. I find it nothing but true genius to be able to tell a whole story with less than 10 words. With the words provided, I could analysis that the mother of the infant had a miscarriage. Due to the fact that she would want to sell anything as commercially worthless as a pair of baby shoes, I could infer that it is a poor family struggling financially. Since the shoes were never worn, I could conclude that the child died probably because of the financial problems the parents are going through.

I utterly loathe coming up with my own interpretation to the end of an unfinished piece of writing. However, after learning about the “IceBerg Policy” I absolutely adore it. The fact that we could make up our own story with so little being provided is true genius. Just like how a picture is worth a thousand words. Hemingway found a way to turn his words into a picture with a thousand meanings. This could be compared to his other work, “Hills like White Elephants.” With information as small as a tip of the iceberg, we could conclude and find the true meaning of his work by going in depth with each word he uses and the way he uses idioms to represent something fairly important to the plot.

Sea of Fog

Standing on the cliff, the man seems to be pondering and reflecting over his ancient days. The painting is captivated by the idea of coming upon the emptiness of nature. The man is far from the urban civilisation which could symbolise how isolated the painter must have felt as he painted this artwork. Standing, dressed in black, the man seems to be relieved without a care in the world. Free, he is shown to be one with nature, celebrating an achievement in the most dramatic, yet stunning, way.

I have once felt at peace with the world, smelling the salty scent of the ocean, and feeling the blasting gloom flicker onto my skin. Standing on a cliff, in Jordan, above the Dead Sea, I would feel the isolation and the emptiness of nature, as did the man in the painting. By the look of the painting, this man seems to have a heroic pose, as if he had just accomplished a heroic act for society.

The painting has a major connection with The Great Gatsby, the way the man is standing could be compared to the state Tom is in. The man is high up on the cliff, observing nature and the calm state below him, as did Tom. He is the top of the hierarchy, carefully observing the people below him such as Gatsby and Nick. He investigates Gatsby carefully, the same as the man examining the nature below him. The man in the painting is standing in a heroic way “on top of the world”, similarly to the way Tom depicts himself as a hero that is on top of everybody else. It is also connected to A Midsummer Night’s dream, representing Oberon’s power and authority in the play. He is tremendously superior in the play, so is the man in the painting.

In class we have read Those Who Walk Away From Omelas, which is the story of a young child sacrificing his happiness and health for others. This could be compared to the man in the painting. Due to his heroic pose, we could conclude that he has achieved a heroic act, possibly sacrificed one of his belongings or his self in order to save another. The man we can see in the painting might be an injured man, standing in front of nature, grateful for his life. However, it could also be the soul of the man, sacrificing himself for others, bidding the world goodbye.

Jessabelle

I am not a fan of staring at a large screen, for hours, watching a classical movie in the dark. Why? Because you could easily download the movie in the comfort of your own house. Although watching a movie with your friends is basically the only fun I ever have, we don’t all usually agree on the genre. For instance, my close friend Hana is a huge admirer of the horror genre, while I prefer a blend of action and comedy. Bored, as we usually are, Hana asked me if I would like to watch an ‘action’ movie with her named “Jessabelle.” Being the obvious foolish person I am, I didn’t bother watching the trailer nor googling the movie. I instantly agreed, and we were on our way to the cinema. Arriving twenty minutes late, I encountered Hana in the cinema and we both purchased our tickets. Upon receiving our tickets, I noticed that there were mini televisions over each booth that would give you a preview of the film. I began watching as Hana tucked the tickets away. I was horrified at the preview playing, as I thanked God we weren’t watching it. Ten minutes before the film began, I asked Hana what the movie was about, as Hana smirked. “Tilina, it’s actually a horror film. Oh, by the way it’s the same director from ‘The Purge’, ‘Insidious’, and ‘Annabelle'” Hana mentioned as we entered the cinema. I was absurd and horrified, as I begged her to leave, however, I trusted Hana to tell me when the ‘scary’ scenes were coming nothing scared Hana. Half an hour in the film, I was intrigued with the film, as Hana covered her eyes with her sweater and squealed horribly. She pleaded we leave, however, I was enjoying the film. An hour into the movie, Hana freaked out, dropped her popcorn, and excused herself to go talk to her mother on the phone. I was worried, since she had left me alone for quite a while in the dark cinema alone. I was paralysed with fear, until she snuck up behind me and gave me a good scare. I did enjoy that day, and now, I actually appreciate horror films.

Fear

For the last week, or so, I have been experiencing some bizarre emotions. I am terrified of the dark for as long as I could remember. To this day whenever I encounter a dark hallway, my imagination starts racing at the thought of what could be lurking beyond. The dark is the evolutionary fear of the unknown of what could be lurking in the darkness ready to ambush you. The thing about me is that I’m not afraid of anything real that could actually pose danger to me. The only thing I fear in this universe is the supernatural. I am a very cynical person that know for a fact that none of the things actually exist, yet, they are the things I have nightmares about.

Proud

As a child, I have never been a huge fan of the sport soccer. My father, on the other hand, adored the game. Growing up, I have tried as hard as I could to make my father proud. My mother, however, would be proud of whatever I had done. From getting an A to winning a useless certificate, my mother would always smile and tell me how proud she was. I could tell she was, however, as many times my father said it, I never believed it. I used to think it was because of my gender, I couldnt do anything with him. I wouldnt feel comfortable talking to him about my private problems, or ask him for any advice. That was my mothers job. I wanted to make my father proud to have me as his daughter, so I decided to get closer to him. I could ask him to explain some math problems to me, so we could bond, but he didnt really see it as bonding. To this day, I feel if I like his music he would be proud of me. So I would download his favourite songs on itunes, and play them outloud, at home, to see if he would be proud. For some reason, I expected him to be very proud, and hug me. Thinking about it, I cant remember the last time my father hugged me and said he loved me. However, recently, I got an A+ on my world history test, ad much to my amusement my father was proud of me. He knuckle punched me and smiled, and told me to ‘keep up the good work’. Something about his words made me smile, but why was he proud now? I might not know, but I sure am proud of myself.

TV is an addiction

Recently, I’ve been losing sleep, watching infinite television shows. With each ending, a new beginning starts, leaving me curious and impatient for the other episode to air. Recently, I am totally addicted to the MTV shows Faking it, and Awkward. Even though they offer no educational purposes, I simply savor the drama along the appearance. I also like Once Upon a Time, due to the actors and actresses selected. After school, I eagerly rush home, get changed, stop all my work, then enjoy my time grabbing up all the episodes I had escaped. I have started sleeping at 10, due to the fact that all my work and the hours I spend watching shows take a long time. I recommend not viewing the shows during school hours, because, it’s just a waste of time

3 AISA items…

If I abruptly am required to depart the school by demand, in that respect are three items from AISA that I would carry with me. One of them is the technology that AISA provides, which helps a lot academically. The electronics AISA provides ranges from online reading, to delivering a portal, which builds it more comfortable to pass along with teachers and share your views. The second being the people, which provide so much love and sustenance that fills me up with relief and perseverance. The instructors have been nothing but helpful, and then were the staff and even my classmates. The third being the meories present, which helped me overcome the dark past I once had. Getting upward, I had no acquaintances, however, AISA helped me find the genuine meaning of friendship, hard work, and pride.

Worst 14 hours of my life.

Entering my house, I lurched to my laptop and logged onto Facebook. Noticing a queasy look on my moms face, I carelessly asked her what was wrong. “It’s your father,”my mother responded uneasily. I turned around expeditiously to witness a worried face on my mom. “What was it?” I snapped, worrying about my father. “We have to fly down to Orlando this week, I’ll tell you why later, but it’s really urgent.” My heart dropped, as I texted my friends about the situation. (A lot happened, but I’m gonna skip to the worst part)

On the fourteen hour plane ride, I peacefully sat down, only to draw some really bad cramps. The pain began to fan out, and soon, my throat hurt. Talking was a challenge after that, so was swallowing cramp relief pills. Lying down, I felt as if there was a vast burst in my uterus. I couldn’t stand the pain, so I staggered over to my mom to ask for a pill. Getting it down was very difficult, so I just ended up spitting it in my water. An hour and a half later, my tooth began to ache, and I completely lost my appetite. Even though I haven’t eaten anything in the past two days. Bored, I resolved to embark on my studying, only to discover I had no kick left on my computer, which had all the data I required. With no luck, I thought it would be a great idea to watch a movie. Two hours after, the pain had lessened, and I felt a lot safer. Lying down, I started to experience the pain crease back to me. Thirteen hours later, I was awoken by my mother asking if I was alright. I hadn’t even realized that the pain had gone. I walked to the bathroom to notice my face shine, illuminating a huge pimple near my nose. Touching it hurt a lot. An hour later we arrived, and I felt much better than I was.

From fun to done

On September 19th, my friends and I decided It was finally time to watch ‘The Mazerunner’. Now let me start off by saying that the movie was nothing more than remarkable. It was excellently directed, and perfectly written. The actors/actresses chosen were amazing, and really matched the characteristics given to the characters in the book. I was completely blown away, from the start to the end. Keeping in mind, Dylan O’Brien was the lead role. However, as much as I would like to blabber on and on about the movie, this blog post is about what happened that day.

I, being my typical self, arrived in Marina mall four o’clock sharp. Casually awaiting my friends, I check the time on my phone to see how long I would have to wait. They were all twenty minutes late, so I decided to call Oorja and ask where she was. She had informed me that she was upstairs with Min, staring at me from below. I quickly ran to join my friends, and wait for the others. We decided it would be more productive to go to Fuddruckers and wait for them there. Texting, and calling, we informed Farah and Hana exactly where we were. Moments later, Farah arrives and we order our meal. Mina and Oorja, soon, have the urge to go and get a cup of cheese from the buffet. They leave, causing Farah and I to talk about our personal matters. Seconds later, Oorjas phone begins buzzing. Hoping it was her mom, Farah and I thought it would be a fun idea to pull a prank on our loved friend. Much to my appeal, it was someone else. I answered nervously, scanning the room to see if Oorja was near, on the other line was a boy screaming in Hindi. I was terrified, so I passed the phone to Farah since she was looking calm. We both began freaking out, so I just shut it off. Oorja then returns to the table, takes the call, and we order our meals. After we ate our food, Hana showed up, and we departed to the cinema to meet the boys.

Entering the cinema, was pretty easy, but deciding where to sit, was complicated. Everybody wanted to sit close to their friend, but didnt like where the seat was. We finally sat down, and watched the movie. During the movie (SPOILER ALERT) a young character passed away, leaving most of the crowd emotional. However, all I could hear was Hana giggling in her seat at the awful scene. Everybody was shocked, but I knew Hana too well. After the movie, we all made our way to the bowling alley. Farah, Hana, and I didnt want to play, so we just watched the others bowl. Hana and I went to the Air Hockey table and played a very violent match, ending with my victory. We made our way to the empty lanes, and noticed how everybody was so happy and into the game. Hana then thought it would be a fun idea to plug in the song ‘Anaconda’ so she departs the bowling alley to plug her song in.

Rushing back, laughing, Hana told me about her encounter with a 38 year old Nigerian guy. She told me that he had asked her out, even though she told him she was 15. She was traumatised by the event and spent around five minutes on the floor. I decided to be a good friend and tell the manager, but she demanded I didnt. Instead, I would accompany her to play her music. I noticed him staring at her, so I quickly stared back to frighten him. I was a very good friend that day O:)