The Walls Made Of Cinder Blocks

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

They all labeled downtown El Paso’s buildings. I looked at them, lost for I had no knowledge of what they were talking about. I was still just a bird hatching from the shell. I turned left and there it was, classroom A1518. The two large, dark wooden doors were opened and on top of them was the sign “ARCHITECTURE”. I stood there with my breath taken away from me. “So… This is it. This is why you came into Northwest. This is your purpose” I took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and continued on forward. Inside was a large room with computers on most of the side walls and desks the size of tables were located in the middle. All of the other students’ eyes were on me. I got even more nervous. They probably asked themselves if I was lost because of course, who would expect a 15-year-old to take an architecture college class? I walked slowly towards the 2nd desk in the front row. I sat in the tall black chair as the sound of the AC and the computer fans grew bigger and bigger. I’ve never heard anymore silence in my life. I opened my backpack’s side apartment and took out my pencil and place it on the side of the dark brown desk. I looked around and saw another room inside of

Impatiently waiting for my friends to pick me up, I spot, across the room, my bulletin board. Leaning up against the wall, slips of paper, I thought were important enough to remember, are pinned up, overlapping each other. Ordinarily, I would walk right by, however, I stopped to take a glance.

The gray, bland walls still hold my drawings from years ago. Blood scattered around the room adds some color the dull, grey walls and floor. The only source of light comes from a small, prison-like window. There’s no bed or anything. Just emptiness. In the far corner, a chain with blood dripping off it hangs.

During his lecture, Randy said that throughout your life you will encounter brick walls. These walls are meant to slow you down, but they are not there to stop your goals. The walls actually push you to work harder in life to achieve those goals. Throughout life one will encounter failures every wear they turn. Whether it is being fired from your job or failing a test. You will not go through your life without encountering failure. In fact it is a good thing to experience failure once in a while. It keeps us humble about life and it shows that not everything is given to us. Throughout my life I have experienced my fair share of brick walls. Although I was able to overcome most of them, I still couldn’t overcome one. A few brick walls that I have faced over the course of my life include overcoming a death of a close friend and family. However there was one brick wall that took me a while to overcome. About two years ago, during a baseball game at home, I suffered a stage three hyperextension of my right knee while batting. The pain was equivalent to having my knee dislocated. I had to exit the game and I feared that my baseball season may be over. The following day while on a visit to the doctor, the worst of my fears were realized. The doctor said there was possibility that I would not play baseball the remainder of that season. Over the next couple of weeks, I had to undergo physical pain everyday while trying to walk around school. It was so bad that it

The stone hollow echoed with dozens of small breaths and the clunky shuffling of chairs and tables. The lighting pulsated, from glowing orbs, the color of mandarins, positioned near walls throughout the room. Every child in the room was quiet in fear of disobeying and in pure content that today was another school day. Eilig sat in the back left of the room, at an ancient wooden desk with years worth of scratches and pen marks. Everyone else’s desks were identical: a scribbled-out heart an inch away from the corner, a deep, inch long scratch on the side. The silence was contagious until a woman entered the room, with hare-like features she clutched a clipboard, needle-like claws holding the soft wood in place.

The moment arrived. When I opened the doors, I scanned the architectural design of the room. The classroom looked like a mid-size basketball gym. The concrete blocked walls were painted white. The hard-wooded floors complimented two black pianos scattered in different locations of the vicinity.

In our novel Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson, multiple settings are present. The overall setting is in a school called Merryweather High School in a small town. The main character, Melinda, describes her first day there, “we pass janitors painting over the sign...school colors will stay purple and gray…”(3, 4). The school mascot was the Trojans, but the janitors were painting over the sign because the mascot was changing. In the school, the overall mood is dark and angry. Melinda called the police to a party, and now she is a social outcast, therefore school is not a good place for her. However, there are a couple places inside the school that she feels better in. There is her art classroom, which is at the opposite end of the school, “The

Located in the depths of Powers Hall, Room 236 serves as an english classroom for a plethora of students. Five neat rows of desks are noticed by any child who peers into the wooden door’s window. A worn Buffalo Bill mat greets every person who enters the class. Posters of renowned authors like Twain and Poe adorn the walls. A high definition television that projects notes to the pupils hangs in the front right hand corner. A _____ colored rug lies beneath the feet of the

I was in Berlin visiting my wonderful, loving family when i stepped outside for some fresh air . When suddenly I hear in the distance a ruckus west side of Berlin.

The dreaded sound echoed through the silent class sending chills through the spines of the students. As he patrols like a warden looking for an excuse to use his power on anyone that smirks. The kids put in order based on someone's perception, and forced to work in silence by themselves with punishment if they don’t follow. If its not a prison then I don’t know what is. The variety of people in the class was vast with the son of a brilliant doctor who secretly schemed in silence on what tortures act he would tackle next, there is a girl whilst innocent on the outside has her complete on view on the way the world works in regards to the expectancy of women versus men. Finally the most extraordinary of all is a boy that has the nickname Bonehead. He sits in the hallowed class room with the most

Two weeks ago; an assistant teacher shared a video of her model teacher’s (Charlotte Dial) with NY Times, which recorded in 2014. In this video C.D first took a first grade enthusiastic little girl’s paper and ripped it in half and then she ordered her to go to the “calm-down chair and sit” with

A brick wall I may face this year, is temptation with drugs/alcohol. Many people I know drink, or do drugs which is honestly just dumb and a waste of money. This topic is important to me because I used to be very close with kids, but when we go into high school they decided to do drugs. I am not close friends with them anymore. These temptations are a huge obstacle for many people; they may think it’s the cool thing to do, or they may just like the feeling and become obsessed with it. I know for a fact people will try and tempt me with it sometime this year, because people already have tried too.

The warm sunshine that was streaming through the classroom window was doing nothing to help my concentration as I sat in class trying to pay attention. The teacher’s monotone voice droning on about some dead men who fought in a battle hundreds of years ago was slowly putting me to sleep.

The building labeled B appears to be the main building for courses at Local Community College. Students walk in and out of the building all day and stop only to enter a classroom or buy food from the vending machines which fill one corner of the building’s long hallway. Often, students sit on the chairs that line the walls while waiting for a class to start, but for now the hallway is nearly empty and waiting for the ambush of students.