Essay about My Favortie Place

Separate but equal is the approach that my roommate and I took when we moved in. To keep things separate, her things are on the left and mine are on the right. The equal part comes in if one of us wants to use something of the others (such as a nail clipper or a hair tie.) This means that almost anything we own is open to use with permission. We decided that we didn't want to combine any of our things just yet because we didn't know each other that well. I believe it's a good idea because it will reduce the chance of an argument over whose things are whose. Girls seem to be pettier about their things than boys. Having two girls in such a small space can lead to unwanted confrontation and bitterness. I'm not a territorial person,

My neighborhood that I live in is LA, specifically South LA. The neighborhood is quite dangerous every once in awhile you hear gunshots at night, police sirens, and the ambulance sirens there are always something in the neighborhood. The people of my neighborhood mainly consists of African Americans, Mexicans who maybe documented or undocumented, and whites who are low income. The houses around my place are mainly apartments and houses that look torn down, but it's not all bad the neighborhood has convenience stores, laundromat place, church, elementary school, and one small restaurant. One thing that I do love about my neighborhood is definitely the palm trees lined up with the houses it reminds beverly hill famous palm trees in the streets except when you see my neighborhood it looks all scary like a dead ghost town.

The unpleasant disturbance from my mother’s phone call awakes me in the morning. I overhear her conversation with my grandmother in Spanish. My mother informs my grandmother that I am having difficulty in learning English, since Spanish is my first foreign language. She suggests purchasing Dr. Seuss’ book, “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” to not only improve my reading comprehension, but also to understand the purpose of reading books. The vivid illustration and short sentences captivate me to read the book. As the story unfolds, the main character travels to the “Waiting Place,” a place where people can think and reconsider their choices in life. The author conveys to his audience that people face hardships throughout life, but they can surpass their obstacles with determination. Likewise, in my “Waiting Place,” I am conflicted with two choices: to continue reading Dr. Seuss’ foreign language or to choose a simpler novel. After reading “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” it encouraged me to further my writing and reading skills in high school.

My neighborhood has been many places in the short 15 years of my life. Many consider their neighborhood to include where they went to school, but no matter where my house happened to be, I went to school in Alameda. My three person family consisting of myself, my mother and my aunt, are closer to poor than rich, so while we could never afford to live on the little island, some of my other family members could so I used their address and attended their schools. I went to school, made friends, and found a community in Alameda, but my neighborhood is in Oakland and as such, my community is there too. The two have little in common as the: people, atmosphere, and average income couldn't be more different. Consequently it is for the same reasons that I am treated differently in the two places that I call home.

Social location is how age, race, social class, religion, gender, location, jobs, etc affect people’s ideas and behavior. According to our book, “To find out why people do what they do, Sociologists look at social location” (Henslin, 2015, p. 2). Social location gives people their unique personality and beliefs and are basically what make us unique individuals.

I’ve gone to the same church in Hartford almost every Sunday since I was born. The old building holds countless number of memories for my family and me. It has set the stage for a number of Christmas plays and Sunday School concerts. It’s where my little brother and I were baptized, and just recently it was where my goddaughter, Aurora, was baptized. After 20 years of marriage, it was where my parents renewed their vows, and a year later, it was where we held the funeral for my dad after he lost his battle with cancer. When it’s not a place of worship on Sunday mornings, it’s a daycare, where I work and care for a group of rowdy three-year-olds. In my 19 years of membership, the church has seen three different Pastors and

He turned forward and continued walking. He went to his room and took a seat on his bed. After spending some time organising his belonging,

I found Henry David Thoreau?s ?Where I Lived, and What I Lived For? made a very convincing argument. He has many examples to support his beliefs. Thoreau stresses the importance and value of living the simplest life nature affords, which I believe is as important now as it was in his day.

Unlike the last time, he escorts me into the living room. There’s a gray velvet sofa that faces a fireplace. Plus on either side, two overstuffed chairs. He motions for me to sit. I notice a vintage bookcase with three glass doors to my left against the wall.

It goes without saying that everyone on earth has at least one sanctuary. For some, this place is high up in the branches of a tree, where they can touch the sky with outstretched fingertips and feign a lack of attachment to the busy world lying below. For others, this sacred place might be found in a place as close and accessible as a cubbyhole in their own home. For others still, it might be in a library, or on a quiet mountaintop, the hard pews of a church building, or even a person. I myself have found my haven to be far away and, for now, out of my reach, in a city called Wilmington in North Carolina. It is the seventh or eighth largest city in the state, but the downtown area isn’t too busy to relax and breathe in the fresh air drifting from the beach only a few miles away. It is peaceful and serene, but still bustling with just the right amount of life and activity to be always uplifting, and flawless in its own way.

This story was written by Hemingway in 1933. It details an evening's interaction between two waiters, and their differing perspectives of life. Hemingway uses an old man as a patron to demonstrate the waiter's philosophies. Hemingway is also visible in the story as the old man, someone who society says should be content, but has a significant empty feeling inside. What follows is a line-by-line analysis, putting emphasis on the philosophies of the waiters.

me to come in and to follow him. He waddled into the living room where

My first inclination, when I was assigned to write about my perfect writing workplace, was to pick a verandah on a beach house overlooking the ocean maybe in the Caribbean. I absolutely love the sound and smell of the ocean. But upon further reflection, I decided that would not be my perfect place, at least, it would not be my perfect writing place, now for a vacation, it would be fantastic. So, after much consideration, I decided that I would love to have a writing retreat in a rustic setting. This setting would be much like what I have now, except that it would be self-contained. I would have a spot for myself, maybe a shed or a tiny house where no one would interrupt me. One thing I would not have is a telephone because I really loathe talking on the phone since I must use it at work continuously.

We all have that one place in the world where you are able to hide yourself from the world, and let yourself free. That place where you can spend hours enjoying yourself, escaping all pressure, worries of life, making different plans for the future and creating your own imaginary friend beside you, spending time with you and accompanying you till the end. The place where you can be yourself, letting yourself\ be creative, comfortable and soothe all the problems you have.  It represents protection and security. It should be your sanctuary from the ambiguous gloom of life. Once I’m there, my obligation is suddenly erased. Although my favourite place was a simple beach, every moment spent there was undeniable unforgettable.

It was designed to be rectangular, holding a huge building complex containing 9999.5 rooms. It covers an area of 720,000 square meters, north and south is 960 meters long, west and east is 750 meters wide, and The Palace Museum commenced its construction in early 1407 and finished in 1420, lasted more than 10 years where 24 emperors of the Ming and Qing Dynasties were ruling. Besides the richness and variety of the architectural art of this great cultural heritage, the Palace Museum possesses a huge amount of indoor precious cultural relics as well. According to statistics (Baike baidu, 2012), a total of 1052653 pieces of treasures were possessed in it, and accounting for 1/6 of the total number of cultural relics nationwide. The Palace Museum was also listed in the ‘World Heritage List’ by UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization) in 1987. As it shows in the first column of the second page of the brochure, we will guarantee a breath-taking experience by offering our tourists an access to the real world back in Ming and Qing Dynasty and taking them to these displayed priceless treasures.