Descriptive Essay About My Room

I am here today to convince you that the outrageously rude, belligerent, and hazardous road hogs also known as ‘cyclists in central London’ should be put into Room 101. Cyclists are impertinent, self centred people who feel that whatever they do is correct. They ride around on their annoying two wheeled children’s toys, which have no protection, and they render themselves invisible by refusing to wear reflective clothing.

At first glance, the Red Fish looks like a decoration piece that someone would hang in their home or lake house for decoration. However, with a more in depth look, viewers will see that this painting illustrates much more than it appears. In 1990, Leonard Koscianski used a piece of canvas, 64’’x46’’ to paint the image of a fish out of water. Koscianski used oil and dark shades of red, orange, blue, green, and white to create the Red Fish. The Red Fish was painted vertically with the fish as the main focus point. Behind some green blade grass, a large red- orange fish appears to be leaping out of the water. The size of the fish helps show that the fish is the center piece of the painting. Behind the fish there is a small patch of land, filled with blade grass with two white house’s sitting off in the distance. Directly behind the houses is a section of woods. From left to right, the tree tops seem to follow and up and down pattern. The dark blue sky begins at the tree line and ends at the top of the painting. Throughout the sky there are patches of clouds that are an off white color. The contrast between the colors used by Koscianski show a lot of detail, but did not take away from the huge red- orange fish. Along with the color scheme, Koscianski used lines to add detail to the fish and to provide depth to the painting. With proper use of colors and lines, Koscianski was able to create the Red Fish. In 1991, the Montgomery Museum of Fine Arts

The painting depicts the murder of Jean-Paul Marat that occurred while he was in his bathtub. When I initially looked at this painting, I noticed the dying body and the letter in his hand. At first when I looked at this painting, I thought the letter in Marat's hand was a suicide note. It just seemed odd to me that he was holding a letter in his hand if it had not been a suicide. However, the letter in Marat's hand was sent from his murderer Charlotte Corday-in fact you can see her name written on the paper if you look closely enough, but she is not painted in this piece which I also found interesting.

Lucy Honeychurch is a dynamic protagonist in A Room with a View and her voyage to Italy drastically changes her perspective about conforming to society. Lucy is from the English middle class, and her family sends her to Italy with her cousin Charlotte for a cultured experience to become more sophisticated and educated. This vacation is irregular; Lucy develops a romantic relationship with George, and she challenges her past judgements of English society. This vacation signifies the beginning of Lucy’s growth as an individual. The title A Room with a View states the progression of Lucy Honeychurch’s accidental journey of introspection and her desire to find independence and escape from English social norms.

In October 1929, at the close of the Feminist Movement, Virginia Woolf published her famous writing, A Room of One’s Own. This feministic extended essay, based on a series of lectures Woolf presented at Newnham College and Girton College, channels Woolf’s thoughts and insights about women and fiction through the character of Mary Benton, who serves as the narrator. Through A Room of One’s Own, Woolf addresses three major points: having money and a room of one’s own (creative freedom), gender roles, and the search for truth. These three themes exist in other short stories such as “The Office” by Alice Munro and “I Stand Here Ironing” by Tillie Olsen, where they reveal themselves in varying degrees.

In Chapters Four and Five of A Room of One 's Own,, the focus on Women & Fiction shifts to a consideration of women writers, both actual writers and ultimately one of the author 's own creation.

“Hey Chelsea! Can you grab us some chocolates from the dining room table?” my older cousin Ashley yelled out to me. It was the Thanksgiving of two thousand seven, and I was only six years old. We had a family gathering, which we occasionally have. Every two weeks or so, my cousins, aunts, uncles, and my own family would come together and celebrate the holidays. Especially Christmas, which was only a couple months away. Although we ate a lot at these family gatherings, we ate the most on Thanksgiving. Immediately, I stopped fantasizing about food, and rushed to the dining room table. I thought that it was okay for anyone to boss me around, like it was cool to do someone’s chores when they have their own pair of arms and legs.

Sometimes it can be easier to let others make decisions. People find comfort in letting others decide deadlines or goals. People can find direction in others’ choices for them that they could never have possibly come up for themselves. That having been said, life also requires ownership. A person’s life is full of options and can mean so much more if personal decisions are made within. It certainly is difficult, but the struggle often makes the result all that much sweeter. Such is the case in E.M. Forster’s novel A Room with a View. Throughout the story Lucy is stuck within the rigid, cookie-cutter class system. She finds herself surrounded by people who mindlessly go with expected actions and must walk in step behind all the adults in

When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got scared tried to open the door there was no budge. I ran to the back door of the house it was looked too there was no way I was getting out. I thought to myself “this house is haunted”.

I’m sitting in my room that I have now, taking some time, and imagining what my magical bedroom would be like. My magical, imaginary bedroom would be out of this world, extraordinary. Something many people probably dream about, but know they would not, or could not have. It would be a dream come true if I could actually have a bedroom like this. I also wished my family and I could live in an extremely big house. With many rooms, such as, a big kitchen, a two car garage, 3 bathrooms, and 4 bedrooms, one for guests.

The place where I feel the most comfortable, and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it’s the place I come home to, and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind.

My house contains many memories of my childhood is where I grew up, I know every part of it and its secrets locations. When I was a child I used to hide in the attic, nobody would found me because no one knew where it was. Every time I enter my house I get a feeling of welcoming and comfort, leaving the house would make me sad. I celebrated many things like birthdays, baptisms and graduations, it means everything to me. It’s a huge piece that gives me safety and protects me from the rain, sun and winter. My house also has protected me from the outside world and violence. I don’t think I would ever want to move out, the walls have many scars from crayons and holes. The floor needs remodeling but

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.

In the corner you can see the fairies and pixies fighting over the pizza i was eating yesterday which is infact my favourite food. The design of the rooms is very unique like everything has been put in a place for a reason. The oldest think i can remember here is the sofa which i bought 2 years ago. I remember when we first bought it, the smile on my face and the arguing between my dad and brother. "Go left, Go left" he would yell. Ahh good times. It used to be clean but the constant food i would eat on it could have changed that. Like most teenagers i have many posters on my walls mostly of role models that I admire, favourite teams and a few cute girls here and there. The most visible thing here is probably the red carpet that covers the bedroom as far as your eyes can see. In the corner of my bedroom is my desk which I normally do all of my homework and assignments, On top of it sat my computer which is always on. My previous desk somehow broke and

My favorite place in my mother’s house is the dining room. Every year, my mother’s house is chosen, by all of our family members, to host the holiday dinners and parties because of how elegant her dining room is.