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.

In my lifetime, I have lived in 4 different homes. None of them can even compare to the very first home I lived in, in my hometown of Allentown, Pennsylvania. It was a quaint duplex home that was on a tranquil street underneath a towering maple tree. Nothing will ever be able to replace its permanent spot in my heart.

The master bedroom is the feature of the inside. The juicy, blood red colored window in the master bedroom sets the mood of your destined fate....sleep of course. Ever feel like calming your swollen, pink brain down? The black walls and flooring in the room will remove and absorb all of your insane thoughts like a black hole and relax you into a lifeless state. Moving to the old fashioned living room that people love. Rough and poorly built, the damaged stone walls of the living room chamber make a great home in the cracks for crunchy and delicious spiders and other yummy creatures. The creaky wooden door in the living room always produces the sweet sounds of people screaming in agony. Ever feel the teeth chattering coolness of ghosts and ghouls passing through your body? Sitting in the wall, a blackened fireplace solves that problem by filling the room with blood curdling heat that battles the cool breezes that send shivers down your spine. The interior will surely make your guts turn with

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.

Nestled among large oak trees, the two, three and four bedroom homes of Heritage Oaks at Brooks City Base are right near of ton of shopping and dining destinations. There is the City Base West Shopping Center and City Base Cinema a walk away as well as a Home Depot, Target and other stores right across SE Military Drive from this apartment complex. Located within the I-410 Beltway that surrounds San Antonio, it is near I-37, which residents can use to get downtown any time they desire.

“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.

Any type of procedure involving the colon requires a clean closure set up. Upon the ST’s opening of the case an additional large mayo stand was requested for the clean closure set up. The clean closure set up is prepared on the mayo stand. The clean closure tray is set on the mayo stand along with Lap sponges, sutures used for closure, a magnetic needle counter. After set up is complete it is covered with a three-quarter sheet until it is time for it to be used.

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

As I walked in I could tell by looking at the room that a pilot lives here. As I take two steps inside the small and bright colored room, I see directly in front of me red pins piercing cities, states, and countries of a world map. After taking a long and steady look at the map, I close the door and hear something gently land on the floor; a green aviator jacket with gold wings stitched to the right side of his jacket. I pick up the jacket and hang it onto the hooks attached to the bright red door. After hanging up the jacket I turn a complete 360, walk towards the brown wooden desk, and see publications and maps of future trips. On the left side of the desk there is a set of crisp, brown gloves, an antique compass, and worn-out goggles. Then,

This is the perfect opportunity to display your collectables and trinkets that have been handed down throughout the years. This style suggests using traditional style silk plants or items that may have the look of worn, distressed or antique finishes. If you're a person who fancies antiques, rustic interior decorating may be the fit for you. When choosing paint color for this type of design, darker and warmer shades are suggested. Deep grey or red brick works well in the area of this type of decor. Whimsical is another type of decorating you may find appealing. This type of design lets you go crazy with your imagination using any and all of your favorite colors. You should decorate you space thoroughly with all the colors of your liking, within the same color palette of course. The rule of thumb is if you choose daring bright colors you need to stay within that shade of color. If you decide to use pastel colors stay with colors in that pastel

In addition to these elements, paint, art and lots of natural light will create a perfectly chic room. As long as the colors align and complement one another well, there's really no way you can go

The smell seemed out of place in the bedroom, it smelled like fresh paint and smoke but we weren’t near either. Then it hit me. The painting of my house back home that hung on the wall, just down the hallway. The only painting in the entire house was the one on that wall, with its pale exterior topped with the sky-colored blue roof, my mother’s chair on the patio, and my purple bike leaning against the side.

Terrified beyond belief as I fall, i hit the carpet with a soft thud, and turn enough to see you stand to your mesmerizing full height, laughing. You turn away, and I can practically hear your footsteps boom as you step to the counter, grab my wallet, and leave, closing the seemingly mile-tall door shut. Alone, in carpet fibers up to my knees, I stay still. You'll come back, right? I wonder.* PRINCESS!!!! *I shout out, and I wait, as the light slowly fades from the room, and all that is left to illuminate your bedroom is the light flooding in from a crack in the door to the bathroom that you absent mindedly left on getting ready to go out. That, and the soft glow of your laptop, up on your computer desk. You were serious. I was alone.*

Beep beep beep. My eyes fluttered open as I reached to turn off my alarm. The clock read 5:30 AM. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom to get ready. The floor felt cold under my feet as I tried to miss the certain spots I knew would wake up the household. As I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes still crusted with sleep, I told myself to be strong. Cold water dripped down my neck and shirt as I massaged the lather into my skin. I noticed the droplets that had formed at the ends of my eyelashes, trying with all their might to hold onto the slick strands. Waltzing to my closet I tried to push aside my swaying thoughts. I slid on my favorite skirt and twirled in front of the mirror. I loved how it flew, the way it moved up and down like a carousel ride. I admired the fabric with its tangle of flowers interweaving through the vines. The flowers seemed a little droopy today. I brushed my hair until it was as soft as a kitten’s coat. I began to apply my makeup, with more effort than usual. The soft brushes tickled my cheeks as they concealed my imperfections. The droplets on my eyelashes had vanished and I coated the strands in thick layers of my best mascara. I wanted to look perfect.