Essay On How It Began

In the same manner, throughout my educational journey, books that were mandatory for assignments and classroom

I have 18 Joy Berry books. I have 15 Grolier books and 3 Scholastic books.

My mom had an addiction, she LOVED to read and collect books, we had the largest private library I can think of, over 1,500 books, all classics, philosophy, engineering and science titles. By age of 15 I already read all of them, just to mention some, that make great impression to

The beginning of the story of the United States starts like this: a group of Spanish foreigners were traveling across the oceans in order to find the so called new world. In their journey to this world, they stumbled upon new land and decided to visit the land. During their visit, they encountered the native Americans and came to amicable terms with them. They later went back to their country to tell about their founding to their king and upon hearing the news, more people started migrating to this new land. After the first wave of immigrants from Spain, a new wave came England. This wave of settlers was fleeing religious persecution. After finding a new home on these lands, the settlers started pushing and killing the native Americans out of their own territory. After years of constant war between the native Americans and these new settlers continued and the settlers were able to push the natives away enough to not have to worry about them. The settlers turned around declared war on their British overseers and out of that war came the declaration of independence. The country of United States of America was formed but at loss of the native Americans who were basically considered the settlers while the US were in contrast their English overseers. This type of action is not only highly hypocritical; it is highly prevalent throughout the history of the United States of America.

There were several bright images of the interior. The large living room had neutral tiled flooring and several windows. There was a partial view of the kitchen with hardwood flooring and a small amount of Cabinetry. With the angle of the image, it was hard to tell what other features were being highlighted. The utility room had built-ins and there was a full-sized bathroom. There was a spacious carpeted bedroom and incomplete views of two others. In general, the home appeared to be in fair condition.

The rack is crisp and squared away. The hospital corners appear to be drawn on the bed they are so perfect. They are at forty-five degrees coming down from the corner. At the end of the rack is the foot blanket folded into thirds with the edge lined up exactly with the edge of the rack. Both the foot blanket and blanket on the bed are made out of the same itchy material. When I touch them the first thing that comes to mind is a one size to small turtle neck sweater that your grandmother netted for you. On top of the foot blanket is a khaki garrison cover with the top folded in, and is also lined up with the edge of the foot blanket. With the dark ocean blue blanket folded back eighteen inches, the rack looks as if it should be mounted on a wall for its pristineness. Located under the rack is the bookshelf. It too is exactly and meticulously organized. The books are on the left hand side aligned with the edge of the shelf in decreasing height order from left to right. In the middle of the shelf are my binders which are stacked on top of each other with the bottom one being orange and proceeding up, scarlet, banana yellow, midnight black and light ocean blue. Then on the far right is the hp printer, with all the wires running behind the rack, to increase the simplicity of the room. The printer is slightly longer than the bookshelf so it sticks out taking away from the perfection of the

There were many bright images of the interior. There was a generous sized carpeted living and family rooms with a brick wood burning fireplace. The roomy eat-in kitchen had plenty of cabinetry, a good amount of counter space that included a breakfast bar, and a stove and dishwasher and a slider that gave access to the deck. There were two full sized bathrooms with one having double sinks and three spacious bedrooms with carpet and wood flooring, and closets. Overall, the home appeared to be functional and in very good condition.

The room was actually clean and nice looking. I had a twin bed and the walls were painted a pale shade of rose. There was a small bureau filled with clothes and other things. The thing that scared me though, was blood dripping down one of the walls.

The door to the bedroom is on the left side of the south wall and to the right of the door is where the bed and bedside table are. The bed is placed vertically, with the “head of the bed” touching the south wall and

When I was four, my family moved to a single family home in Rockville, MD, 45 minutes driving distance from the prestigious White House. It is the home that my little brother was brought into when he was born. It is a 5 floor, red - fired colored bricked with a grand backyard. My parents, brother, and I share this beautiful house. Our home is very close to my old elementary and middle school, ten to fifteen minutes walking distance. I am lucky enough to have the backyard facing the famous Rock Creek Park, one step out of the fence and your foot is in Rock Creek Park. My favorite room in my house is my beautiful room. I call it the “Diva Den.” My room is cozy for me. It is the place where I relax when I have stress, need a break or just want

On Sunday 12, April of 2015, at 6 in the afternoon, when I came out from a

Here is how my room is set up: There is a small closet over to the east, my bed to the west, my desk is to the south, and

It’s the most ordinary of all rooms, displaying an oversized armchair by the one bare window, magazines thrown astray by the coffee table, and the long put-out fireplace, it’s mantle adorned with forgotten souvenirs and photographs sitting in layers of dust, photographs of a family at the beach, photographs always featuring a child, riding his bike for the first time or posing for his school picture.

The new room is half finished with rugs covering the concrete floor and posters hanging on the concrete walls. When you enter, you are swarmed by the smell of a teenage boy (cologne, expired food and dirty clothes). To the left, you will see a beautiful couch, the one that was grubby enough for me to take out of storage, the beautiful faded yellow color of it contrasts with the blue walls perfectly. On each end of the couch, there are small side tables. Each one with a lamp and a black light bulb. The black lights are one of my favorite items in my room. They cause my whole room to glow when they are on and are great for chill hangouts. On one table, there is a fish tank. My fish's name is Jeremy, but he doesn’t move much. Every now and then I tap on his glass and ask “you good?”. He gets frightened by the noise and bolts away. In front of the couch, there is a coffee table made by my Uncle Steve. He is a table maker and has made most of the tables we have in our house. An american flag pattern painted on the top adds to the randomness of my room. I do homework on this table sometimes and use it to kick my feet up and relax. Against the wall, there is a big brown chair. This, I did happen to have in my old room, but in there it took up half of the room. Although old and grubby, it may be the most comfortable chair I have sat in.

Even though the room was fairly large, I couldn’t imagine being in a bigger room where all the books looked the same, yet different colors. I walked in every row, in circles, back and forth, trying to find the books listed to take pictures of. I wondered how many of those books have just been sitting on the shelves, never having been opened. I (along with my husband), was the only one in there, I wondered