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“You’re going to love it. They are so much fun!” Emme told her. Emme had been to the Escape Room once before, but now they were saving the Titanic from sinking.

Dr. Green and Dr. Carter were nearing the end of the first year of their medical residency in the emergency department of County General Hospital. It had been a long year and a long week. They had been on duty for the last 12 hours and things were not slowing down.

In this analysis I will call into question the newsworthiness and privacy issues found in the problematic Love and Radio episode “The Living Room.” Love and Radio describes the podcast as an “intimate, but very one-sided relationship,” and this description should not be taken lightheartedly. Though a beautifully crafted story about loss and the human experience, Diane Weipert’s “experience” with complete strangers comes off as creepy and unethical, during a time in mass media where intrusion equals newsworthiness. This analysis assumes this podcast is a work of nonfiction, not a fictional story as some listeners have suggested.

The short story “That Room”, written by Tobias Wolff is written all around symbolism. One of the first examples I originally noticed was how he would sometimes gaze out into the fields as an escape from the current job he was assigned to such as “shoveling shit” or “hacking weeds”. As the story goes on, the narrator finally gets what he wants, a job in the fields with the other boys. After he obtained that job, that room that they stay in is a horrible place to live, the conditions are terrible and it is one of the grimiest places possible. This one room though, is filled with symbols, enough that it changes the story in the blink of an eye.

“Just calm down, it well be find.” She passed him a cup of tea, “They always have that kind of ‘conversation’ between the patient’s family members and the doctors...”

Lori Schiller’s story of her struggles battling mental illness is frightening yet inspiring. Lori’s childhood was incredibly normal if not better than the norm. She grew up in a very affluent, wealthy family that were also very loving and supporting. Lori was also a straight A student that was accepted to some of the best universities in the country. Many people have the notion that mental illness only happens to children from bad families or the homeless but Lori proves that stereotype

“Why are you sitting in front of the fan like that” Juice asked hesitantly, locking the door. he had walked into Kayla’s apartment to her sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table with a personal fan blowing between her legs.

2 dollars and 23 cents. That's all the money Meghan has to buy her friend a present for their anniversary. She's been begging for bargains at markets, but the cashiers shook their heads each time. She ran to her house and crashed into her bedroom and sobbed. She cried into her pillow while her husband walked through her apartment door.

In the excerpt from “A Room of One’s Own,” by Virginia Wolf, she creates a distinction between women portrayed in fiction and their experiences in reality.

The room that the narrator stays in is also significant to the symbolic setting. As she walks us through the description of the house, she mentions that she is not fond of the room her husband chose to put her in whether she liked it or not, “I don’t like our room a bit. I wanted one downstairs the opened on the piazza and had roses all over the window, but john would not hear of it” (479). Instead, she was suckered into a room that seems the complete opposite of the other room that she wanted, a “big, airy room…with windows that look all ways” she says. This serves as another evidence of her lack of freedom and say to even do the simplest things, like choose a room she likes. She also says that the windows have bars (479), preventing any attempts

Jake thought doing standup for a living had always been tricky, but with the unrestricted integration of sentient level androids, another minority was created. This one came with a superiority complex, superhuman strength, and viewed the 'Laws of Robotics’ as optional.

It was a hot day like no other in Mexico. But the day specifically was like no other. A little 8 year old boy named Jose was running right behind his Papa, Miguel.

He waited to be sure, but he did not have to, then he waited to decide what he would do and he did not have to wait for that either, because he already knew, and he looked at the far corner of the room where his rifle was, though he could not see it, and he looked out the window again, staring at the windows of the living room and Connie's room, forcing himself to keep his eyes there, as if it would be all right if the prowler did not come into his vision, did not come close to the house; but

“Hey Chelsea! Can you grab us some chocolates from the dining room table?” my older cousin Ashley yelled out to me. It was the Thanksgiving of two thousand seven, and I was only six years old. We had a family gathering, which we occasionally have. Every two weeks or so, my cousins, aunts, uncles, and my own family would come together and celebrate the holidays. Especially Christmas, which was only a couple months away. Although we ate a lot at these family gatherings, we ate the most on Thanksgiving. Immediately, I stopped fantasizing about food, and rushed to the dining room table. I thought that it was okay for anyone to boss me around, like it was cool to do someone’s chores when they have their own pair of arms and legs.

Moshi known as Mo~she was playing around with her baby dolls when she saw a flashing light coming out of her closet. She didn’t know what to do so she ventured on in the closet, being her curious six year old self. Moshi stared into the abyss of the hole where the lights were coming from.