Welcome! This is my 5th blog post for my English Composition 1 class. For this post we were asked to compose an emotional scene using dialogue. We were also asked to connect our story to Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway). In the short story, Hills Like White Elephants, Ernest Hemingway writes about an unplanned crisis with a man and woman in a relationship using a lot of symbolism. This relates to a time when my friends and I went downtown for a concert and our plans quickly changed unexpectedly. It was a spring night, about 70 degrees, and my friends and I went to a concert at Penn's Landing. I remember looking at the weather before I left and saw that it was going to be a nice day with clear skies. It took forever to get down there using public transportation, and when we got there it got dark really fast and the wind started to pick up. It was not looking good. In about twenty minutes the rain started to come down. I turned to my friend John and said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m going home.” He said, “Same, I’m getting out of here.” The storm got worse and worse. People were running out of the outdoor venue and into their cars. John and I were alone and could not find anyone we came with. John said, “Paul, I think we should try to make our way back to the train station.” “Let’s go now before it gets worse,” I said in agreement. We started walking in the direction of the station when we came across a flooded street. I said, “How are we getting around this? There is no way I'm walking through it.” John told me to follow him and we started looking for another route. When we both thought it couldn't get worse, both of our phones died. “John, we have to just get back to the station and we will be good, just stick with me,” I told him. We kept walking in the storm and it was so dark you couldn’t see a thing. We ran into a man and John asked, “Excuse me, do you know where the train station is?” The man said, “Keep going straight three blocks then make a right.” Finally, we got back to the station. John said, “Paul, I am drenched.” We waited for 45 minutes before the train got there. I don’t know what it was but the station smelled even more horrible that night. “I'm never going to another concert again!” I said, I was so happy when I saw the bright train light coming down the tracks.
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Sabatino
2/18/2020 08:59:29 am
Glad to see content here. Let's discuss how development and use of an image can deepen the scene.
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Rongjin
2/20/2020 08:52:48 am
I saw you using the symbolic in this conversation. That is a horrible night.
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