Writing
Assignment #1
Final Copy
January 18th,
1995
Life is a white water river. At first I paddle slowly
along the
uncharacteristically-calm waters to school.
I
have got to steel
myself to keep up with the tiresome work
that lies ahead
of me.
The heavy waves of work pound me tirelessly
as I attempt
to manoevour
around the feared whirlpool of depression,
which at any
given time can pull me under and swallow me
alive.
While in the river, which I call life, I
have to be in
control at all
times; I must quickly steer and paddle away
from the massive
rocks and devouring waves. When
travelling
along a rough
river, it is essential that the rafter be a
quick thinker,
and only the experienced rafter can outwit
the many perils
that lie ahead.
Sure, I am apt to make mistakes, I can only
imagine how
many times waves
have knocked my raft over while learning; I
can only imagine
how many rocks my raft has crashed into
when I did not
recieve a top mark; I can only imagine how
many dreadful
times my usually sturdy raft has almost been
pulled into the
whirlpool of depression.
On the other hand, there are many positive
aspects to
this white water
river with its exhilarating highs and its
anticipated lows. There are many interested people whom I
may accidentalily
bump my raft into on my way, and, of
course, the river
can give me the ultimate thrill of knowing
that I have
managed to succeed the dastardly rough-waters.
then, as the
water begins to flow smoothly again, I can
relax and cherish
the experience, and anticipate the dangers
and hard work
that lie ahead.
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