Essay On Run Down House

Race has always been and will be a major issue in American. “The House We Live In” talks about the history of race in terms of culture, economic and political. One of the main points the film presented was the Naturalization Act of 1790. According to the film, citizenship were given to those who were only defined as free white. For example in the Takao Ozawa case, he was classified as non-white. A Japanese immigrant graduated from University of Berkeley and established a family in America. The Supreme Court used science to define Ozawa and this has led to determination that Ozawa was not Caucasian and Caucasians are defined as white. Therefore Ozawa was rejected citizenship by court’s decisions. In this type of case attention was drawn to what Americans courts defines as white and it has constructed division between whiteness and other race. In conclusion, color should not define or be a reason your eligibility for a citizenship.

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It was an unusual quiet evening at my favorite diner. I always loved meeting my beautiful wife here after a long day of work to get some of Chicago’s best coffee. Upon opening the front door, the welcoming smell of freshly ground coffee fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath, but at the same time, I lose my breath as I spot my stunning wife waiting for me. She was wearing a vibrant red dress, as she knows that it’s my favorite, while her hair shimmered in the light.

As soon as I walked into the front doors of my new house I knew this wasn't my old house. It was like walking into my grandma's house which was like a thousand years old. I definitely liked my old house better. Speaking of my old house, it was like my dream house. It was like I was in my very own world and I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted on that farmland back in Tennessee. Now this stinky dump in Cleveland is nothing like our city in Tennessee. I walked up the old creaky stairs and at the top to the right was my room. As soon as I walked into my room I could not say a word, it was the ugliest room ever, but I knew I had to make it work. Oh I miss those days back at our farm in Tennessee. At home I was always stressed because of school but at the farm it gave me something to do and to take my mind off school. The farm was so fun I got to do whatever I wanted to do,like run throw the corn mazes,take care of the chickens,make sure all the plants had water,play with the gotes,ride horses,there was so many things to do at the farm that you could never get bored.My favorite thing to do was plant different types of vegetables and fruit and watch the plants grow. I truly missed the farm,and all I could think about was the farm and how much fun I had there and how I lived there my whole childhood.

The Abandoned house stood there, with fog rising to the sky. Lights flickered being the only light in the dark….. The fog dragged a cold breeze, that sent a chill up my spine, this house has been here forever and nothing like this has ever happened before, I gulped and strolled into the cold night fog. As I approached the house, the door slowly opens and a Shadow steps towards me. The weather just dropped like 40 degrees, I don't like this at all.

A group of friends walked up to an old, seemingly abandoned house. They couldn’t see inside because of the dirt and cobwebs on the windows. When they turned the doorknob to see if it was locked, the door creaked open as if it has been closed for years. Me and my friends , Hayden ,Annie ,Kacy , and Rush were walking up old stairs to this abandoned house . As we walk in the house the door shut Annie screamed and I told her to ,’’shut up ,’’ we all didn't think about the door closing on its on except Annie . So we keep walking around to see if there is light willed Annie keeps yapping about the door. As we were walking around to see if there was light , we did not proceed that we were in a abound house so the light will not work because no one lives here so no one could pay the bills . So we looked in Rush's bag to get the flashlights . As we walk around Kacy started to joke around like what if we die , or what if theres ghost ,or what if we get trap here , so that made Annie really scared . kacy loves to try to scarier use but it doesn't work expect Annie .

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Down the street and around the crescent, by the dented stop sign, the third house on the left, the one with the loose brick by the chimney. The one with the black doors and the black roof and the dark bricks and the windows with a white trim- it looks like a distorted face staring at the empty space ahead. That’s my house. The one with the misshapen, nearly dead tree, that taps and scratches at the window when the wind blows, like a spirit warning me to escape while I still can. That’s my house. The house that gives people the chills when they walk by, the one people cross the street to avoid, and the one little children run by and tell stories about. The feeling we get can only be compared to the feeling we have when we drive by a graveyard. Sadness. Eeriness. Yes, that’s my house.

When I was young, I would often dream of becoming a crewmate on a seaworthy vessel, battling high, intimidating and ferocious tides. Apart with having the maneuvering ability to go through tight nooks and crannies to explore uncharted waters. Part of this was due to my imagination, but a large influence was given by my house, which seemed like a fine boat itself. Surrounded by unconstructed houses which seemed like unmapped area, and numerous resemblances to pirate ships such as a flag flying off the balcony, my childhood home was the perfect place for a blooming imagination to run wild.

There is one thing that is common in most small, rural Southern towns; appliances on the porch. From deep-freezers to washing machines, if there’s not room in the house you can guarantee there is room on the porch and an extension cord long enough to plug it in. No one thinks it’s unusual as everyone in the neighborhood does it. That’s especially true for the humble, one-stop-light town I was brought up in. The house I lived in my entire childhood had a deep-freezer on the back porch; my second cousin, who lived next door, had a wringer washing machine on her front porch. That washing machine would lead to an incident involving a shotgun, scissors, a trip to the ER and a lifetime of jokes.

Living in a city can make you forget the outside world. You forget about the green grass, the trees, the chirping birds, the animals, and so many other things the world has to offer. We also forget the people who came before us, who did so much for us, who built everything we have today. We’re so busy doing stuff that is unimportant, that we forget about the stuff that is. Getting a house in Connecticut, made me realize all these things. It made me more in touch with nature and history. I got my country house about 8 years ago, and I think it changed me for the better.

In John Donne’s lyric poem “No man is an island” he describes himself, as a man who cares about the whole; not just the individual. He writes about someone who whole-heartedly believes in everybody working together and performing their given role in society. However, in Derek Walcott’s mash-up poem “Ruins of a great house” he argues that Donne is “selectively compassionate” (Miya, 2016). If we read the two poems together we see that the two poets engage in cleverly written conversation. While Donne states he is a man who cares for the collective society, Derek Walcott’s poem calls Donne out as a hypocrite, stating he is eurocentric and doesn’t care at all about the people who live and work on the colonies, or the slaves who have been forced into labor by the British Empire. Donne states that he is all for community but as Walcott, convincingly, points out if he was all for community he wouldn’t be so Eurocentric. He would care for the colonies and not just the mainland. These themes of ethnic superiority and ethnocentrism, presented in the poem, are still vastly prevalent in modern society.

Once there was a man named Jordan was looking for a big house to move in. He wants move in a big house so he can live in the house with his five dogs. The dogs are all boy dogs. There names are Jojo, Max, Toby, Mike, and coco. So he looks very good so he can move in the perfect house, and he did find the perfect house. But as perfect the house looks he doesn’t know what other bad things are coming his way. He is so happy to move in this perfect house with an amazing view and a big backyard so his dogs can run all they want. But also there is a creepy forest where no one can hear you scream for your life. Jordan does have neighbors but they are miles away. He liked that because he could have his own privacy and a big place to

As I draw near to the island on which my dream house awaits, I catch a quick glance of it out of the corner of my eye. It is humongous, and is the most noticeable building in the area. My private steel, elegant jet lands on the octagonal air strip next to the house. I get out of the jet the wind was whistling and blowing my hair back as I started my journey through a heavily wooded path leading to my dream house. I walk with anxiety toward the house at which I will spend the rest of my life. All around me lay the most beautiful gigantic trees and yellow miniature plants I have ever seen. It is peaceful but I can hear the sounds of birds chirping and small forest creatures frolicking in the underbrush. As I continue to walk along the

When I was seventeen I decided to move out of my mother’s house. Thinking it would be the best for me, dropping out of high school with only one semester to go. In moving out I made some unwise choices. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and picking up some not so good habits. I met a guy who oi thought would take care of me and have a decent life ahead of me, how wrong was I. I got into some hard times going through day to struggling with money and a drug addiction. I enjoyed partying and drinking. I avoided visiting my family for the same reasons. I knew what I was into and didn’t want my family to know how bad off I really was. This was hard for me because I had created this environment for myself and I wasn’t proud of it at all.