old man essay

In the story the Old man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway Santiago is a strong but unlucky fisherman, put his prime. He is determined to catch a fish because of his pride. However the story ends in tragedy when the fisherman loses his fish while trying to bring back safe Santiago Finds honor in his struggle.

Santiago finds honor in struggle because in the story Santiago explains, “You are killing me, but you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who.” I used this quote because based on the words he used in these he uses shows how much he finds honor in his struggle by referring to the fish as noble and great also, also how Santiago says that the fish can kill him (take advantage). He Goes on to say, “I do not care who kills who.”

Early in the story the author describes Santiago “He was too simple to wonder when he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of the pride.” Santiago also uses his thoughts by saying he was a “strange old man, because turtling kills your eyes, but he’s done it for years and he’s fine.” When Santiago says this he means how he thinks is strange, for example he is an very old man, who has not caught a fish in 84 and he still finds honor and he has a lot of pride in the job he does while fishing and being around nature his whole life.

In-conclusion Santiago finds pride in his struggle because in the story Santiago explains how much pride he has, in his job because he still goes to work every day fighting fish all day and preparing to catch fish and he hasn’t had any luck catching anything in the last 84 days. Although it gets hard the poor old man still proceeds on continuously because of the pride and honor he has in his struggle and the grind of being a fisherman.

MEMOIR

                           “Yeah boy That’s the loud! Two hit pass bro. This shit got me feeling good” I said as my boys

and I lay back and filled the air with smoke, it was very foggy in this unregistered white Honda Civic.

                             Shit the boys behind us bro Que and Jeff yelled. Immediate silence filled the car as our hearts

dropped to the floor. The cop car began inching close to the unknown car we happened to be smoking in. Every

inch the car get closer the more sweat began to trickle down our face. We all sunk as low as possible without 

making a sound…

                             All I could think about is how easy this perfect day can ruin me miserably! I’m on the basketball 

team, i could possibly get cut ruining my image and popularity, but that is the last of my worries compared to the jail

time I could be serving for trespassing and smoking in an unregistered car!

                             Earlier that day it started off as the normal routine, wake up whenever I please.

If I make the bus great. If I dont school aint far. I shuffled around some clean clothes that were taking up to a half

of my bed, and pulled out a pair of polo pants, a polo hoodie, and a polo bubble coat. I knew it was going to be 

cold. I didn’t care that wouldn’t stop me from lighting this FIRE!

                              Knock! Knock! “Cuzz come outside”, I texted to my friend Doo. One thing you can always count

on from Doo  is he never on time and he is un prepared when he arrives! Doo comes to the door.

                               “Come in cuzz im still getting ready”,.

                                “Damn Doo hurry up im trying to get high”!

                                “Alright bet im ready cuzz light that outside”.

                                “We about to be in the in the clouds before school i said as we smoked the first blunt”.

                                That blunt followed another and before you know it the bus will come any minute.

I ran into the store right near my bust stop and bought a bag full of munchies, chips, skittles, sour patch,

snickers and an ice tea. By the time i got out the store the bus was there, Doo and I walked on to the bus 

and sat within the first three seats closer to the exit. We both listened to music untill we got to school. 

When we arrived at school we walked in, I felt the drowsiness of my high, it really kicked in, I was tired

my eyes were close to shut, also watery. It didn’t make it better that I keep seeing the Athletic Director

Coach Baldwin. Me in Baldwin did not get along very well, he made my life hell last season. I just ignored

him though and played well enough turn a spot next year.” Nothings going to stop me this year”, I said in 

my thoughts.

                                Ring! Ring! Period one just began, I starting walking down to my study hall class

Mrs. Watkins when, I seen my boys Que and jeff running in the basement.

                                 “Whats good cuzz”?, Que said.