How the Journey Ends

     In the poem “Aging” written by Michelle Disser the author uses an extended metaphor to describe how “aging is a continual process.”  Disser describes how time never slows down because “you are [even] older now than when you started reading this [paragraph].” Disser portrays the poem as “a panther stalking you” to illustrate how aging is never put on hold. As you age, the days, weeks, months and even years start to feel as if they are shorter-lived and Disser describes this feeling by comparing it to the panther “coming too quickly.”  The last line of the poem is delivered very strongly in showing that when the panther “pounces”, that is where your journey ends. This is all proof in saying the theme of the poem is, always live life in the moment and not be afaid of growing old

Dying in the Name of Leonardo

Nicalette McCrae

117 Oak Ave

Kaleden, B.C.

V0H1K0 November 10, 2011

Constable Pierre Catchacrook

Chief of Police 

123 Crime Road,

Paris, France.

Dear Constable Pierre Catchacrook,

           

They said she was able to utter a few words before she died. Of course I wouldn’t have known that, because I was off with the Mona Lisa the minute I heard the fire alarm sound. Some could call me insensitive or even thoughtless based on what I had decided that day. If it was humanly possible to carry both Mrs. Artlover and the incredibly famous Mona Lisa out of the Museum together, it would have been the first thing I did. This 509 year old, beautiful painting is a living legend to humanity. The emptiness that not only the museum would feel but the world would experience if the Mona Lisa was to be destroyed would be my responsibility. I would have to live with the guilt the whole world would burden me with everyday for the rest of my life. From the time I had to connect with Mrs. Artlover before the museum was engulfed with flames, made me believe, if Mrs. Artlove could speak to us now she would be grateful that her life was taken in return of saving the renowned Mona Lisa. Mrs. Artlover’s name will always live on with the famous painting, she would be proud to die in Leonardo Da Vinci’s name.

Sincerely,

Nicalette McCrae

Nicalette McCrae
123

Green Ave
Penticton

, B.C.
V2A 3W1

September 23, 2011

Captain Van Camp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret

O Captain, My Captain:

Nicalette McCrae
123 Gay Ave
Penticton, B.C.
V2A 3W1

September 23, 2011

Captain Van Camp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret

O Captain, My Captain:

Captain Van Camp, I recognize the decision at hand is very difficult.  My letter will explain why I am a good candidate to survive this tragedy.  If I am chosen to stay alive and be rescued, when I get off the submarine I plan to become a Registered Nurse.  I believe this makes me a special person because if you spare me my life, I will dedicate mine to improving the lives of others.

Once I get off this submarine I plan to attend university and earn my nursing degree.  I will then travel to third world countries and provide health care to those in need.  When I have established a job as a nurse in one of these countries I will be able to save many suffering lives.  Sparing my life on the submarine is a good trade for the lives of many I will save in the duration of my career.

I also plan to make my life special by raising a family of adopted, unfortunate children from one of these war-stricken countries.  I will provide them with health care, education, and a long, happy life.  Because I am giving these distressed children a second chance at life, I feel I deserve the same.

 If you select my life in favor of the others on the submarine, I will be so grateful and indebted, that I will provide the families who lost loved ones in the tragedy with health care and any other services they require.  Now that you have seen how many lives I will save, and how many lives I will make better because of my involvement, you will not regret sparing my life on the submarine.  If you save my life, I will save the lives of many more people.

Sincerely,


Nicalette McCrae

In The Wrong Year

Confused, scared, and not knowing where I am. Looking around me and everything seems so different, yet familiar. I'm not home, not even in the right year for that matter. Horses, cowboys, and women in beautiful dresses that long to the ground. My heart starts beating so hard it feels like my chest is going to explode. I can feel the pounding all the way to my ears. Then suddenly the sound of a gun shot brings me back to full attention. I start to run, not knowing where I am or where I plan on going. Finally I find myself in a saloon. The smell of stale beer and smelly men surrounds me. The music is high, and so is the energy. Couples dancing and smiling. I am then dragged on to the dance floor by a very tall man. In the middle of a dip to the floor I am dropped and my head hits the ground. I then awake in my bed, in my home, and in the right year.