An ocean of people, as far as the eye can see, blocking my view of the beach. A beautiful, dazzling sun preaches over everyone, and everyone is living it. I find an empty space near a couple to the left, and a husband and wife who have two kids that are booming out “wha wha” sounds as they wet the sand in drips of tears. I do a nice flick with my wrist, and my mat snaps our and hovers down. Just then a nice ocean breeze drifted at me, it is a salty and refreshing smell that will never get old.
I set up my umbrella and cannonballed into the sparkling, breezy water. *Splish-splash**splish-splash*, the sounds of me swerving around in the ocean, the sound of water melted, it makes me feel alive, really into it. Wave after wave, seeing every stress that I have in my life in each and every one. *Hhhhhhh* I let out a big breath of relief, I have really seen every struggle in life, work, bills, taxes, it hurts to think about it, but this day off really did me good, and the nice scenery and cooling water washes it all away. having my recovery minutes, I crawl onto the crisp and crunchy sand, and curl into a ball under my umbrella. I closed my eyes, and my mind along with my soul roamed in a world of inner peace.
I open up my cabinet, and pull out the complete refreshing formula, a smooth, cold icy can of sprite. With a simple pull of the thumb, carbon gets released out of the can, is there a more relieving sound than that? I think to myself. My lips connect to the cold can like the north and south side of a magnet, and the lemon, sizzling drift just blows me away.
This story is a really setting heavy based story that talks about how this man is in the wild, and it describes deeply on the thoughts, setting, and movement that the man is going through.
One of the main settings that the author has established is the temperature of this place. It must be a really cold climate, because the author states many times how freezing it is. For example, in pace 60 on the third paragraph, he states many times how many degrees it was outside, and he also has the thought of heat and frost being a mans weakness. Another example is on page 62. It says: “The frozen moistness of it’s breathing had settled on it’s fur in a fine powder of frost. The hair on the man’s face was similarly frosted, but more solidly.
Another setting the author has established is how dangerous the environment is. On page 63, he said: “During the next two hours he came to several similar dangers.” and later on it says how he has fallen through the ice.
My goal for one day was to learn more about chess, bring it into my game and be able to use it against someone. In my opinion, I think that I managed my time quiet well, I started playing and learning chess, and I finished my commentary ten minutes before class was over. In chess I learned expert openings and expert tac-tics and plays.
If I got to do this again, one thing I would do differently is to speak up in my video, and to add a bit more of confidence in my voice.
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