My Day At The Night

According to The Houghton Mifflin dictionary, night is defined as “the period between sunset and sunrise, especially, the hours of darkness” (p.887). Everything terrible happens at night. Every death, every tragedy, anything for that matter, happens at night. The significance that Elie Wiesel was trying to imply about night was a form of darkness. Darkness, as in danger. Darkness as in loneliness; loneliness as in sadness; sadness as in death. The symbol of death is expressed by the main character of the novel, Eliezer. Eliezer might not have died, but he experiences darkness, darkness of the soul, and loss of faith.

Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on

It was a frigid day in September 2003, and I was on my way into school. This was the first day of school, in my Senior year. Everyone said it is suppose to be the best year of your high school career. However, it wasn't that way for me. I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone. I had no idea what was happening to all my friends. Until one day I overheard some people talking about me. I was so

I was just the average 6th grader, only hung out with the same people, depending on that one friend group with no other back up friends incase something exactly like what my narrative is about, happened. Everything was going well, I was hanging out with my buddies almost every day whether it was a school day or a weekend; we were all having a blast. Then one day, it all changed. I went to

Although loneliness usually has a negative connotation, Robert Frost’s poem “Acquainted with the Night” argues that loneliness can be a positive aspect in life. Additionally, the point of view and repetition in the poem contributes in enforcing the main idea of the poem, which is loneliness.

Surprisingly, I also became one of the top students in my classes and decided to challenge myself with advance, honors and eventually AP courses. But then something very strange happened, my friends started to tease me and to an extent point hate me because of how nerdy I was. Every time I would mention how excited I was because I'd aced another exam or project I would get rolled eyes or comments about how annoying I was. It was very upsetting to see that I was not capable to celebrate my success with my friends or have a conversation about subjects I was interested in. This caused me to limit my expressions and eventually change how I acted around my friends. I know a lot of you are probably thinking that those people whom I called friends were not true friends, because of their actions towards me. But don't get me wrong, they were good persons, we just had different priorities and perspectives of live. By the time I graduated from high school I knew that even though I had a nice group of friends I was not completely happy. I desired to have a group of people whom I was able to completely be myself and had common

Isolation is the experience of being separated from others. For some, isolation is a peaceful moment with one’s self, while for others, it can bring upon a state of loneliness, engulfing them in their own darkness. In the poems, “Acquainted with the Night” and “Desert Places”, poet, Robert Frost portrays a common theme of isolation and how one may differ in their reception of it. Robert Frost depicts the contrasting responses of isolation through his use of language, imagery, and symbolism.

As a child, I was not popular. I was bullied voraciously and sought any possible way out. I was so deeply depressed and tired that I did not take into account how my decisions affected

At one point in my life, I didn’t have any friends. Quite literally, I lacked substantial friends, save for one here and there. My solitude lasted throughout my first middle school year. Eventually, I decided to try a new approach. Unfortunately for me, I had embedded the bright idea of becoming the class (or should I say classes) clown in my pre-pubescent brain. Making corny jokes, abusing the ever present bathroom humor, etc. All of this took place in my daily routine, in the hopes that someone would actually want to become friends with the weird kid. Of course, I still had the naivety that most people my age have at the time, unaware of the cruelty that people can exhibit. I unknowingly positioned myself

I was so obsessed with being popular, that I had let them walk all over me and crush my dignity. Everyone now hated me and that hatred transferred over to middle school. No one wanted to be my friend and no one treated me or my ideas with respect. My social status hit rock bottom. I guess the turning point didn’t start until this year. I spent my sixth grade year following popular girls around like a lost puppy and kissing up to them. I spent my seventh grade year with little to no friends. The friends I did have were not very good and still walked over me a bit. I am one of those people who will not half-ass a friendship. I’m either all in or all out. That’s a blessing and a curse sometimes. I will put a lot of effort into friendships, but often find that effort to not be

In Rowana’s Agajanian’s exerpt, Nothing Like Any Previous Material Musical: British or American depicts the highly influential economic and social factors of the film A Hard Day’s Night between the audience of Britain and the United States. A Hard Day’s Night was filmed by American enterprises by producer Walter Shenson and director Richard Lester. The film was created to expand the fame and musical recognition of the Beatles among the America and Britain. The intended purpose of the musical comedy was to reflect the public and private lives of The Beatles by taking the audience on a whimsical journal through an extraordinary 36 hours of a typical day in The Beatles life. The four main factors that contributed to the film was to reflect

In Anne Fleche’s critical analysis essay, "Long Day's Journey into Night: The Seen and the Unseen," I can find that her views on the motives of the Tyrones’ are parallel to mine. The opening sentence of her essay is, “The characters in Long Day's Journey into Night find themselves creating a new kind of religion, in which they experience, not sin without guilt, but guilt without sin--the habit of belief without its antecedent [preceding event]” (Fleche). In other words, the characters are recognizing the painfulness of their pasts, no matter how significant the event was. Each of the four family members, Edmund, James, James Jr., and Mary Tyrone, are dealing with their own painful disclosures, ranging from Mary’s morphine addiction relapse to Edmund’s realization that he has tuberculosis and must enter a sanatorium. These revelations add up over time and it seems as if the family is going to fall apart because of doubts and lack of remedies for their struggles.

Opening his eyes, the man discovered that his fellow companion had already woken up and was patiently was patiently waiting for its master to rise from his deep slumber. Every single day was the same for him, whether it be in the morning, afternoon, or evening; however, he did not mind that his life was comprised of repetitions involving the most monotonous tasks. One of his tasks involved ringing a bell, of which he neither had no clue as to why he was doing it nor when he started doing it. But the man never ceased his daily routine because he felt strongly compelled to continue his so-called job. It was less of a physical force and more of a spiritual pressure that contributed to this seemingly meaningless task. Perhaps, in retrospect, one of the primary reasons he carried on his duty was his fascination with the vast sky that had clouds in abundance. Contrary to his ascetic appearance, the man had a strong background in physics, understanding that clouds are white because the white light of the sun scatters off the clouds through Mie scattering. He craved knowledge and coveted deep understanding. The maxim that knowledge is power suited the man more than anyone else.

As the election of this turbulent cycle final came to a close, more than any other week, staying focused on the readings was difficult. However, it helped bring about conversation since as students, both Connor and I were already vulnerable to the emotions felt by the campus. In fact, we had to postpone our original meeting date as Connor attended the protest that was organized here in Baltimore. So in light of the situation, although we were both starting to feel weary to all that was happening politically, it was not hard to be engaged and talk critically during the assignment. Since we are also friends, there were, no doubt, some light-hearted moments as well. We baked homemade cookies in phallic shapes to commemorate the readings, and allowed for the usual gossip to find its way into the conversation. I think that the mixture helped to lengthen the time of our meeting by giving us stamina to pursue more challenging topics (in total, we talked for four and a half hours). Being that it lasted so long, it was also a good choice to meet in my dorm, so that there was very little pressure to move to a different location.

Back before the women even took to the sky, there is a dark room. Windows line the wall opposite large double doors. A desk sits a few feet in from the windows with the chair positioned so whoever sits there is facing the door. The floor is made of a short, smooth carpet and the walls are white. There are very few decorative pieces and with the only light coming from the night sky the room feels fairly boring and confining.