This room will always be a part of my life. From the shifts in furniture to the color of wallpaper, this room will remain unique to my personality as I progress in life. Many memories have been made throughout my fifteen years of residence in my house. It all started in the morning with that sweet smell of a home-cooked breakfast alongside my nightstand. I can feel goosebumps beginning to shiver my skin as the smell of my meal travels through my nose. The light shined bright in the window while I sat up out of my queen-sized bed. I took a few solemn steps with my plate in hand when suddenly I heard my old floor creaking as I neared my small desk. I sit down on my chair and flip the switch to my computer. The noise of my running desktop fans blow emphatically catches my attention and I noticed something quite off. My computer had a sticky note taped to the back saying, “Do not turn on, proceed with caution”. These words started filtering through my eyes and I knew I would be in for a bad experience. Freaking out seemed to be my only option, however once I could smell the stench of my computer, turning it off was all my brain was saying. My mother swiftly entered my room to check on me and she gave me a frantic look of anger when she saw my fried computer. It was almost like I had just committed a crime and now she had just witnessed it. “Throw it away!” she said, “It’s useless now”. I obeyed her request and proceeded to throw my cheap desktop in the e-waste bin in the
In Chapters Four and Five of A Room of One 's Own,, the focus on Women & Fiction shifts to a consideration of women writers, both actual writers and ultimately one of the author 's own creation.
On 03/25/2015, at approximately 1214 hours, your affiant was dispatched via radio by Schuylkill County communication center to 209 East Centre Street for a break and enter into a structure.
This painting is very colorful and uses warm colors to make things blend together nicely. The trees are very upright and seem to be old. The leaves are turning colors to orange and yellows. Then below the trees on the path there are rocks that are quite large in comparison to the trees. surrounding the rocks is dirt and little green trees poking out. The barren tree trunks are making the pictures focus point start at the bottom and making its way to the top. There is a very dark green pine tree behind the brown tree trunk. The lines in this painting are mainly going straight up and down but there is also a ton going horizontal and diagonal. The brush strokes are very even and not easily spotted. While the artist made the sky overcast with a cream color paint, there are no shadows created by the objects in the painting. In the background to the left there is a mountain that is darker than the other
Upon entry through the threshold of the bubbling slate grey front door of my run-down, colonial style home into the marshmallow warmth of the living room, all was silent except for the crackling of dying embers breathing their last breath in the soot covered 1991 Jotul wood burning stove. The family room remained just as it had been left with not a single object disturbed in the time passed. The walls were still the same shade of elephant skin gray that they had been for the past ten years, as were the worn midnight black sofas. Even the cherry red microfiber dog toy remained sprawled out in the same position; forgotten. The chestnut coffee table, around which the room was center was still covered with the defined creases of my palm engraved into it. However, among the coffee table, I caught a glimpse of something peculiar out of the corner of my eye. The usually neat pile of select magazine and newspaper articles had the edge
On 08/18/2015, at approximately 1440 hours, your affiant was dispatched to the rear of 330 West Chester Street for a disturbance. I arrived on scene and spoke with the caller. The caller (Rozew) stated several individuals were at the rear of the house in the alley. She said they are screaming, fighting, and two of them are swinging pipes at each other. She reported several individuals running into the wooded area and then back toward the garage.
“Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse,” (Auden 394). In Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Give All to Love”, he shows the reader that to truly love, one must love selflessly and unconditionally. Though this is not always obtainable, this is what love would be in its purest form, if such a thing exists. While battling the social constructs of the early 1900s and trying to find herself, Lucy Honeychurch must decide if love is supposed to be included in of her plan. In the novel, A Room with a View by E. M. Forester, the struggle between wanting to stay true to one’s self and pursuing true love is constantly present. Lucy takes everything she has been taught
Sometimes it can be easier to let others make decisions. People find comfort in letting others decide deadlines or goals. People can find direction in others’ choices for them that they could never have possibly come up for themselves. That having been said, life also requires ownership. A person’s life is full of options and can mean so much more if personal decisions are made within. It certainly is difficult, but the struggle often makes the result all that much sweeter. Such is the case in E.M. Forster’s novel A Room with a View. Throughout the story Lucy is stuck within the rigid, cookie-cutter class system. She finds herself surrounded by people who mindlessly go with expected actions and must walk in step behind all the adults in
1.) I was walking down the street that I live on and saw that. There was a broken window out of the yellow Cadillac. Inside was a poisoned drink with and purse with $100 in it. I called the cops immediately and reported the window and everything else. I was asked a few questions then sent home by a investigator.
Rania Matar’s book, A Girl and Her Room, presents pictures of teen girls in their most private space, their bedrooms. In her photo, “Andrea, Beirut Lebanon, 2010,” the artist depicts a teenage girl propped on a lofted bed twirling her long brown hair. The teen is looking down as if she might be concentrating on her studies. A laptop is open in front of her but her averted downward eyes suggest that she is not engaged with the material on the screen, but rather lost in deep thought. The walls are a vibrant red with no décor. The bed is covered by only a bedsheet. The loft shelves are filled with notebooks and a few unidentifiable objects still in their boxes. These boxes might be medication or vitamins. Some sort of remote control is also stored on the shelf. The only personal items visible in the room are a large collection of medals that hang from the bed. Andrea appears to be a girl who is an achiever. She looks focused and determined.
We are often reminded of the adage, “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” Selfies are seen with the eyes; transitively, they must also be the windows to the soul. Just as this one opening statement exposes my logical-minded nature, this selfie exposes viewers to facets of my entire reality. It depicts my best friend and I working in the audiovisual control room of a local mosque. At the first glance, viewers deduce that both of us are of similar races. In fact, most of my close friends and I share an African-Indian heritage. They, like me, spend much of their time volunteering at or attending mosque-sponsored events, largely dominated by this culture; this frequent proximity caused strong bonds to form between us. Furthermore, viewers may notice that our clothing is the typical American formal attire. This is a testament to my generation’s Western acculturation in comparison to our African elders, who continue to dawn traditional festive garb. Now, if viewers choose to dive deeper into their analysis, they will find further elements exposing intrinsic parts of my personality.
When I walked into the boys’ lavatory for the first time, I was immediately overwhelmed by the horrendous stench. The lavatory was poorly ventilated. Over the years the lavatory odors had become part of the walls, ceiling and the cement floor. I briefly looked around, and decided that I really didn’t need to use the facilities, so I quickly walked out. I never wanted to go into that room again.
I woke up to a loud crash, jolting me from my peaceful sleep. Still groggy, I crawled out of my bed and saw the cause of the noise. The cheap IKEA closet in the corner stood in shambles as the bottom board had fallen out, dislocating all of its screws. It was 2 a.m., but surprisingly no one else had woken up. Knowing that I must take care of this unless I wanted to face the wrath of my mother, I slowly climbed out of my bed and assessed the situation.
In October 1929, at the close of the Feminist Movement, Virginia Woolf published her famous writing, A Room of One’s Own. This feministic extended essay, based on a series of lectures Woolf presented at Newnham College and Girton College, channels Woolf’s thoughts and insights about women and fiction through the character of Mary Benton, who serves as the narrator. Through A Room of One’s Own, Woolf addresses three major points: having money and a room of one’s own (creative freedom), gender roles, and the search for truth. These three themes exist in other short stories such as “The Office” by Alice Munro and “I Stand Here Ironing” by Tillie Olsen, where they reveal themselves in varying degrees.
The place where I feel the most comfortable, and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it’s the place I come home to, and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind.
My house is quite large. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, two living rooms, a dining room, a special games room and a big front and back garden.