House Voices
I will start with my new house. It is down the street from where my grandma and great aunt live. The house has two levels, the main floor and the basement. There are two bedrooms, the office, the bathroom, the living room with a fireplace, dinning room, and the kitchen on the main level. The basement contains the laundry room, the family room, a bathroom, and a large storage area. The house was for sale because the old woman who lived in it before us had died in the summer heat while her air conditioner was broken. Her neighbors found her in her house. It was later discovered that she had been dead for a few days. She was lying on the floor, in the only hallway in the house, just beyond the bathroom door.
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I started having fun with it, all over again. Then I lost interest in it. It found a new home in a box that was placed in my closet, and forgotten. A year later, we moved into our new house. A few months after we were fully moved in (though we still have boxes upon boxes of "old stuff" in the basement, which we do not plan on unpacking for lack of shelf space).
I had started school at Topeka West High School, got settled in with everything, and on came the homework. One night, while working on an essay for my Junior English class, I heard a faint, annoying, sound. It sounded mechanical, but I could not make out what it was. The never-ending, irritating noise, similar to that of the neighbor's barking dog, continued long enough to let me walk around and attempt to find it. I wandered into the storage room, where the noise continued to grow louder and louder. Finally, I neared where the noise was the loudest, which was, of course, the old box.
I grabbed the box and brought it around the blanket-wall into my room, so I could look inside of it at my desk. Once I had opened it, I discovered that the noise was coming from my old Talk Boy Jr. I laughed when I noticed that an old shoe box, filled with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Jurassic Park figures, had shifted its position. The shoe box landed on the play button of the Talk Boy Jr., making it repeat an old voice-n-static recording. I pulled the Talk Boy Jr. out of the box
Hi everyone! How are you today? Nice to see all you guys here. Let’s me introduce myself first. My name is Jane Kennedy. I am one of writers of the film ‘The Castle’. I’m sure that everyone has watched ‘The Castle’, right? I’m invited to be here and tell you about this movie as well as how I and my team have built up and shown the ideas about the voice of Australians through it. As you know, everyone including Australians have their own way of understanding and an opinion of the world and people in it. That’s called their ‘voice’. However, the way Australians view and understand the world is unique. Let’s come back to ‘The Castle’, this is a story about the Kerrigan family who together stand up to fight against the government for their
Psychology is defined by Merriam-Webster, as the science of mind and behavior. It is a study of how an individual's psyche can be created, developed, altered or destroyed. Carol Gilligan, a Harvard Graduate School professor, for many years has analyzed the psychological theory and development, specifically in a book entitled In A Different Voice.
* Innocent Child Voice: Ethos is appealed through this ‘innocent child voice’ which is uncorrupted and honest. Creates a sense of innocence and truth which is desperate to be heard. Develops a sympathetic appeal and demands the audience’s attention.
I had returned to my old home, and the house was the same as when I left. Well, on the outside. When I walked inside things were broken, and some things were not even there. I showed the guests around the house and to their
Esperanza is torn between deciding whether she wants to escape Mango Street. She is embarrassed by the superficial appearance of her identity, but appreciates her roots. Her house is a wreck and the neighborhood, probably not much better off. However, she has loving family and friends.
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The boy went home and built the box alone, as no one in his family would understand. The machine was constructed of scrap metal from an old 1975 Volkswagen Beetle, the car’s battery, and a makeshift nuclear reactor.
I decided to break the norm of inside voices. I would talk just a tiny bit louder than the usual person. Volume in certain areas is a norm because it’s just the polite thing to talk more quietly when you are in public. This is enforced but getting told to keep your voice down as a child and it’s just something to follow through as you get older; however, when I got the chance, I’d try to talk just a little bit louder than most people. I did this by talking loud in hallways and at games and in class to friends. My hypothesis was that if I talked a little bit louder than the average person then most people would probably just give me a look of judgment because it is something they would find it irritating. Many things could have happened from getting dirty looks from being yelled at to be quiet.
I was traumatized from the event and the thought of the house gave me chills, but I soon found out that I was moving away. Moving away was perfect, I could put the whole experience with the odd neighbor behind me and never think of it again, and I would never have to look at that horrid house again. As we finished packing our things up, we locked the house and went to our car. Staring across the street, I saw an aged African American woman that had many wrinkles on her face that was wearing a fur coat in 70 degree weather. As we drove away, I saw her glance and smirk at me and I was shook the whole ride to our new
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During the two years I lived in Charlottesville, Virginia, I passed by Monticello everyday on my way from home to school; I finally went up there to visit right before I left the town. Weaving through the giant plantation around it, the shuttle took us from the foot of the mountain to the hilltop, where the house rested. The house was relatively small compared to the size of the field surrounding it. Through several preservation and minor renovation, the floor we stepped on was still the original. I remembered walking under the house and circling back through all the servants’ facilities. All the dependencies were built into the side of the mountain in a U shape. (Figure 6 &7) As for the main house for Jefferson and his family, the plan of the house showed that several rooms, especially the parlor, were hexagons, for maximizing daylight in the house, which followed the “rounded world” concept in the Pantheon. Also related to this sense, the “front” of the house were never defined. “As in Jefferson 's day, visitors today enter through the columned portico of the East Front into the Entrance Hall.” West entrance is more private use for family and guests. But despite the function of the two entrance, there was no clear frontality or a single façade that dominated the house.