Birthday

My Birthday Gift Today is my birthday and right when I came home from school, my Dad said, “Will, I bought tickets to the Warriors Vs. Clippers game and it’s 2nd to front row seats!‘Do you want to go?” I thought for a minute of just going to the Staples Center to see Steph Curry and Klay Thompson play. “Yes.” I finally said. So I put my backpack away, got my Jersey on and we headed to Los Angeles. On the way my Dad looked at his phone at a stop light and said that Beyonce and Jay-Z would

It was hot, sticky, and humid as I walked towards the park where Carly was having her birthday party. I had no desire to go there in the first place, for it was not only the hottest day of summer, but my mother had made me walk there since she had to take the car. Carly wasn’t even my friend, my best friend Emma and I are just nice to her because she doesn't really have friends. That’s one reason for why she’s usually the topic of conversation back at school, that and the fact that she doesn’t exactly

“Happy Birthday Mariam!” screamed my entire family as I blew out five candles on a delectable chocolate cake. “Look at you all grown up! And to think that only yesterday you were a cute little baby!” said my grandma as she kissed my cheek and handed me my birthday present. “Thank you so much!” was all I could say. I was overwhelmed with the large pile of presents I had received. I can still remember that moment as clear as day. How can I ever forget it? It was one of the very last days I had

Before my fifth birthday, I grew up a very happy little girl in a very large four-story home. I attended a Montessori school housed in a two-room little red schoolhouse complete with a school bell on the roof. My parents were both very attractive and successful entrepreneurs who loved me very much. For my fifth birthday, they decided that they were going to invite my entire kindergarten class from my Montessori school, around 25 students and 2 teachers, to my fifth birthday party. They set up the

Written in 1957, a fearful time of oppression and censorship, “The Birthday Party” explores this theme through Stanley’s futile efforts to stand up for himself against the ones he feared most. Even though his fate remains unknown, as well as the actual reason for Goldberg and McCann’s presence, fact is that his mental breakdown

A birthday party regarding the age is always a nice gesture to have, and a great way to celebrate a birthday. A simple birthday cake can be really meaningful to a person on their birthday. In the short story "The Birthday Party" by Katharine Brush, however she demonstrates that a relationship that does not take consideration and does not appreciate what their partner does for them, is a relationship that is not worth it. She gets this message across, using literary devices such as imagery, alliteration

Harold Pinter’s The Birthday Party is a play which sheds light on the pathology of abjection and violence both physical and verbal and its effect on its victim - Stanley- the protagonist of the play. Stanley is an artist who has isolated himself from a totalitarian state or organization for reasons left undisclosed in the play by Pinter. Since Pinter as a Jew grew up during the time of the Holocaust and the Second World War, Stanley seems to represent the author’s existential anxiety. It can be assumed

"What are you guys talking about?" I questioned. Mom replied, " Well, me and your dad was talking about what we were going to do for your birthday." I was six years old and I lived in Charleston, West Virginia, and my parents having my birthday party for me. So, my mom called some of her friends and I texted some of my friends too because I wanted to have fun with them, it was summer time. So, we started with some friends over then a little more people started to come. After ever one was there

celebrating their birthday. Some people may wonder what did happen on their special day throughout history. I have wondered about if any significant events that could have happened on my birthday, and through my research, I have discovered several notable events that happened on February 2nd. On the day, Friday February 2nd, 2001 I was born in Asheville, North Carolina. The high for the day was 49 degrees, and the low was 22. There are approximately 19 million people I share a birthday with, and one

Every birthday is supposed to be special and good right? Wrong. Definitely special, but not in a good way. Do you ever have an experience that ruins something that you had cherished for so long? There have been lots of times in my life that I have been confronted with situations that changed the way I viewed myself and others, there is one distinct time that I remember abruptly changing my view, and finally learning some very important messages. On the particular day that my eyes were opened, my