Autumn, My Favorite Season Essay

I rake my hands over the white sheets as I flatten out the wrinkles of my childhood bed. The faded red comforter is still placed neatly at the end of the bed and the numerous pillows continue to be clean and fluffed. As it stands in my memory, almost everything in this room is exactly the same as how I had left it. My dresser still stands in the corner and the knob my brother and his friends had taken a baseball bat to is still missing. Even now, my late night coffee stains cling to the white rug

you, having a musical friend isn’t easy. It has its ups and downs, though, in my humble opinion, more of the latter than even notes in The Devil’s Trill Sonata. Trust me, Tartini might have dreamt the devil wanted his soul, but I feel I have met him in person. He didn’t seem that bad a guy, at first, when I met him the summer of 1994. I was listening to Nirvana on my walkman that day, as I jogged through the park, my daily routine to stay in shape (in a thinner shape than a circle, I hoped). I remember

poem incorporates multiple patterns as well as the usual mnemonic devices sonnets employ. None of these would compel anyone to remember unless they liked the sonnet. But if they did, they could, as easily as any of us remember the words of our favorite songs. WHERE LOVE HAS

Philadelphia. He is living near the beginning of the colony at around 1688. As I look around I see a few people around me. Instantly, my mind is flooded with hundreds of memories of these people. They were my family. I looked to the woman standing next to me. I recalled her name: Elizabeth. I married her back in England and she moved over here with me. I also recalled my children, of which I had five in total. There was John, Abraham,

about it. She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away. Growing up, we were resentful of each other. We used words and actions to get our point across. Not only did we slap each other, but also kicked and punched. I cried even if it didn’t hurt, that was me being a baby. My dad would scoop me in his arms and at the same time, discipline my sister. It was satisfying if you had asked my 8 year old self. Later on, Madison turned into my soul mate, as I began

forward, Frost’s usage of singular adjectives stands out like a sore thumb as he continues to describe the damaged home. The census- taker mentions “every tree,” (line 18) talks about the leafless trees that would not help a passerby identify the seasons. Grammatically, the adjective “every” carries a paradoxical element. “Every” plays the role of a singular modifier, yet it describes objects in a group a least larger than three and cannot be used for merely two objects. “Every” is not wholly singular

“Doodle was just about the craziest brother a boy ever had.” Page 1 paragraph 2 Doodle was an ordinary boy with something special that not everybody had- a heart condition. It prevented him from doing most things an average boy could. Doodle and his brother would spend most of their time at Old Woman Swamp or outdoors. They are always together in some way. The author of “The Scarlet Ibis” uses foreshadowing, similes, and imagery to show that others expectations of one can impact themselves and take

There aren 't many baking pans that I would consider a necessity but this is one of them. The "#1" pan can be used for so many different things from cakes to brownies and if you are daring enough, a very interesting gelatin mold. The first time I used this for gelatin I loaded it up with fruit and no one even noticed that it was the shape of a number. You live, you learn, you lay off the fruit. If you can mix up a box of cake batter, set a timer and spread on some icing you can make this cake for

about it.  She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.   Growing up, we were resentful of each other.  We used words and actions to get our point across.  Not only did we slap each other, but also kicked and punched.  I cried even if it didn’t hurt, that was me being a baby.  My dad would scoop me in his arms and at the same time, discipline my sister.  It was satisfying if you had asked my 8 year old self.   Later on, Madison turned into my soul mate, as I began

firecrackers, caps, and sparklers to enliven their family or neighborhood festivities.11 Even though Bill and Clara offered an extensive variety of merchandise, the physical size of the store placed limits on the selection. Though my grandparents sold the confectionery long before my birth, I envision and believe that the same warm and friendly atmosphere of their home also enveloped their store. According to the article in the Harris Centennial book, “The round oak became a gathering place for many to