Bedroom Observation

1. A elevator is a scary place especially if you are alone in one. There is a felt jolt and the elevator stops. The door will not open and it scary. Am emergency button is pushed, but there's a fear no one will come to the rescue. It's a confined space with no air, and breathing becomes difficult. There is a chance of getting stuck in a elevator, it could be scary so be prepared.

The walls look slimy and wet, and he seems to be alone. He stands in a dark cave lit by dim torches facing away from you looking into a black abyss. The cavern isn't a cliff it just opens up into a huge open space. As you come closer the room lights up with blue flames on torch stands. It looks ancient, but the dirt is and dust is shuffled and pushed around so you can tell

Today marks the 60th anniversary of me being stuck in this cave. I’ve gone 60 years without food and water; I should be dead. The monster inside me is somehow preserving my body. I don’t want to live forever; I wish I didn’t sacrifice myself for her. I can hear the outside world going on about their day as if nothing happened. I can tell today is sunny and about 80 degrees, but I do not know for sure since I am trapped underground. I can hear the footsteps of small children above me. One girl, I believe her name is Courtney, is yelling to her sister, Natasha to help her move the boulder that keeps me trapped down here. I hear a loud bang and sunlight from the outside world rushes into my underground world. The heat from the rays fill the room

It took about an hour to find the end of the tunnel. When I reached it, I was so used to the low-light setting that when I got to this new part of the cavern I was almost blinded by the light. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around at my surroundings. I was an underground tropical forest, I could hear a river nearby. I saw many colorful birds, snakes, and other tropical animals. I saw nothing abnormal about the place, except that this was an underground jungle, and it was now eighty degrees in here whilst negative 10 outside.

One morning, I was dancing and playing in the wood, when my feet brushed away some leaves. Then my shoes made a sound like on wooden flooring. I looked down, and what did I see? An old, old trapdoor! I opened it and went down, down a stone stairway. It was dark, and cool, and suddenly the stairs ended, and I stepped into a large cavern. I tripped on a root and fell. I got up quietly, though I did not know why.

We are often reminded of the adage, “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” Selfies are seen with the eyes; transitively, they must also be the windows to the soul. Just as this one opening statement exposes my logical-minded nature, this selfie exposes viewers to facets of my entire reality. It depicts my best friend and I working in the audiovisual control room of a local mosque. At the first glance, viewers deduce that both of us are of similar races. In fact, most of my close friends and I share an African-Indian heritage. They, like me, spend much of their time volunteering at or attending mosque-sponsored events, largely dominated by this culture; this frequent proximity caused strong bonds to form between us. Furthermore, viewers may notice that our clothing is the typical American formal attire. This is a testament to my generation’s Western acculturation in comparison to our African elders, who continue to dawn traditional festive garb. Now, if viewers choose to dive deeper into their analysis, they will find further elements exposing intrinsic parts of my personality.

Our group moves closer. Slabs of rock, the size of a car, replace the dense forest on either side. These slabs are made of steel grey layers stacked on top of each other, with green specks of moss covering them. Further ahead, the rough dirt path suddenly slopes downward, as if entering a deep cave. I see the bottom. A slab the size of a semi-truck is sunk into the ground. This semi-truck feels like it is made of sandpaper; it scrapes my hand as I hold it for support. The faint drone of conversation stops. Around me, the forest becomes quiet enough for every step to sound like thunder. I approach the entrance; inside it is as black as coal and what light enters appears to never leave. Here, I stand at the edge of an abyss: somehow darker than when I close my eyes, and somehow quieter than when I plug my ears. Yet in the black abyss I can see fear: the eight red eyes of a giant spider, the loose rock on the edge of a high cliff, and the realization of failure. The unknown surrounds me ahead, while light promises safety behind. I step forward. Inside the hole, the smell of grass and earth fade away. Darkness envelops me, a mask that forces me to navigate by touch. Within the boulder, the walls and floor feel as frigid and smooth

I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It seemed as though once I put my hand on the knob, it was stuck there. I slowly pulled the door open, and I was sucked into the pitch black room. It was so dark that it felt like I had my eyes closed as I floated through the air. Down I went, feeling like every second

I received a phone call from Sara to be at Hunt ave as soon as possible to receive more training. I was informed JP already ate and was in his room. Around 8 PM JP and I went to Walmart and k-mart to look for a Halloween costume. JP selected a whoopee cushion and a police officer costume. JP was well behaved, JP has been in his room watching television and listening to music. JP is really excited about his Halloween costumes, he asked staff if he could wear his Halloween costume tomorrow to work.

This week I observed the patients staying in the third floor, and I was able to compare their behavior with the children and adolescents. The adult patients were more sociable than the adolescents; therefore, this facilitated my interaction with some of them.

According to an article some teacher if enough room gives a student two desk on opposites side of the room or allows breaks to walk to the water fountain and back. "Whether or not you agree with this particular strategy, what makes it interesting is that the teacher has attempted to take behavior that is usually disruptive getting out of his desk frequently and turn it into appropriate behavior moving toward his “other desk”(CH.A.D.D.). By doing this it gives the option of moving around in a nondistracting way. it can be known that "teachers can be instructed to seat a student with ADHD at the front of the class, near the teacher so she can keep an eye on him (CH.A.D.D.)." The problem with this strategy is that with the younger students they

The duration of the experiment lasted 3 days total, 2 consecutive days and 1nonconsecuative day due to weather issues. The data collection of the trays was around 4pm each day and the experiment was conducted in the field on the intersection of Morgan Street and Taylor Street on University of Illinois Campus. The two independent variables being tested were nutritional value of food which was being measured by protein content and where the tray was is being placed outside. The 4 trays come out to be “cover, high protein”, “cover, low protein”, “no cover, high protein”, and “no cover, low protein”. All the supplies needed for the experiment were found in SES 3315. Each group was given 4 trays to use for the duration of the three days. 1.5 liters of dry sand was placed into all 4 trays.

Inside, the school smelled smartly of varnish and wood smoke from the potbellied stove. On gloomy days, not unknown in upstate New York in this region south of Lake Ontario and east of Lake Erie, the windows emitted a vague, gauzy light, not much reinforced by ceiling lights. We squinted at the blackboard, that seemed far away since it was on a small platform, where Mrs. Dietz's desk was also positioned, at the front, left of the room. We sat in rows of seats, smallest at the front, largest at the rear, attached at their bases by metal runners, like a toboggan; the wood of these desks seemed beautiful to me, smooth and of the red-burnished hue of horse chestnuts. The floor was bare wooden planks. An American flag hung limply at the far left

The cursor smirked at me. A blank white rectangle filled the screen and my mind matched it. Amongst the nothing, sat a something; a little black and blinking line. I tried to fight it, moving it along with feeble words and weak openers, but again and again, the cursor won, pushing my progress back to the beginning of the blankness. The third or the fourth time that the line beat me, I turned away, unable to face my shame. But the cursor coerced me back and commanded that I gaze into the abyss below.

I'm falling. Blackness engulfs everything I know, but I'm not even sure if I know anything. My mind is clouded with a panic that grips my entire body. I want to scream, but my mouth won't utter a sound. My heart beats a million miles a minute. I can distinguish nothing in this utter darkness, but I can sense that the end of my drop is approaching. When, I cannot tell, but I know it's there. Just beyond the edge of this oblivion, it is steadily looming nearer. Full on terror consumes me, wracking my entire body with tremors and silent screams that echo throughout my mind. My lungs feel about to burst with the words I can't cry. It's coming closer. This must stop! Please!