Showing posts with label graded blog post. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graded blog post. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Argentina - graded blog post


"sitting on the dune, we watch the continuous ebb and flow, each with our own thoughts...the sea has always been a confidant, a friend absorbing all it is told and never revealing those secrets; always giving the best advice." (pg 34)

This is a combination of detail and imagery. Che describes a deep connection he has with the sea, and how this differs with other people (like his fellow traveler Alberto). Alberto does not sea the sea as a thing beyond beauty. I think that the sea simply represents, for Che, adventure. He is intrigued by the vastness and greatness of the sea. He later states that there are an endless amount of paths you can take in the sea to any end of the earth. This only makes the sea more attractive and irresistible to him. Che obviously is fascinated by adventure.

The letter that Che wrote to his mother was also very interesting. Up until that point, Che's writing was very descriptive and full of life. Che's letter, however, is very basic and only describes the significant things that have occurred. He refers mostly to medical things, such as when he got sick, and how he diagnosed a tumor in somebody else. This brings up the question of how many of the stories Che embellished.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

First or Last Line - graded blog post


As I walked through the snow capped mountains of New Mexico, I was awed by the serenity and beauty of the world around me. The clear streams, lush forests, and incredible vistas make New Mexico a remarkable location. This was the fifth day of our trek and our adventure was wearing down on our bodies. Today we hiked up the second tallest mountain on Philmont Scout Ranch; Mount Phillips. As we hiked up the mountain, I can vividly recall feeling the air getting thinner and colder. Having already hiked ten miles, the exhaustion was great. When we arrived at the top, I took my first step on snow, realizing, ironically, today was the fourth of July. However, there were no fireworks or parties, only the rush of cold air and the setting sun over the distant Colorado mountains. There is nothing lonelier than adventure.