The Corner House

Artifacts are personal objects we use to announce our identities and personalize our environment. While environmental factors are biotic or abiotic that influence and effect living organism. (…) My bedroom is the most valued of all the rooms in my house: it is deliberate but precisely decorated and lightly furnished. It has dark brown wood floors, very spacious and usually dimly lit, but can be adjusted depending on what I am doing. It features a pure white contemporary queen size platform bed and

When a school friend wanted to come over to “hang out” at my house, I always made up some excuse to avoid anyone coming over for a visit. I lived in a very run-down area of the Bronx which I compared at the time to a “war zone.” Buildings were being torn down and there were lots everywhere full of dirt and rubble. This was during the 80s when graffiti was everywhere and drugs were on every street corner and in the halls of the building where I

The once rock now experimental electronic the duo of brothers, Charlie and Freddy Avis, has produced an amazing array of progressive music over the past years. The two brothers were previously in a band called Corner Street Light before Arswain that was a pure rock band. However, as Corner Street Light started doing live shows they found themselves producing a “hybrid rock band and DJ set show.” They were incorporating live instrumentals while adding pre-recorded keys, loops, and drums kits, and

Everybody’s lives can be affected by a single story. A single story is when somebody is stereotyped, which at times is dangerous. The book The 57 Bus by Dashka Slater tells the story of two teens named Sasha and Richard. While riding the 57 bus home one day, Richard set Sasha’s skirt on fire. In the book The 57 Bus, Dashka Slater uses symbolism to portray a single story. In the book, Slater describes Sasha’s environment in a way that subjects them to a single story. In the fifth chapter, Slater describes

Dad walked in the front door of our old farm house stumbling and cussing up a storm. The stench of alcohol on his clothes was so strong it filled the house. My siblings and I paid no attention to it, for this was a normal occurrence. We ran up to him and gave him hugs excited to see him. The look on his face was not the same thrill as on ours. He meandered up the creaky, wooden stairway to my parents’ bedroom, which at the time was only enclosed on three sides and open towards the stairway, where

Straight from the womb she was pulled and taken to that scary machine that pumped her lungs clean. Everything happened so fast, she wasn’t able to feel her mother’s touch, hear her voice, or even open her own eyes. She was born addicted and feeding for that supply her mother used so heavily. The family was expecting to see her but was rather informed that she would be spending the next few days in the hospital, and would not be going home anytime soon. She would be placed with people they call her

again, but they were not one-hundred percent sure. As they got to the office, they did not even have time to sit down to wait. The principal was waiting for them. They guys entered the room and noticed the school officer, Officer Burns standing in the corner. Officer Burns began to ask them if the group of kids that had been mean to them the week, had any reason to do so. Jack and his friends did not have any idea about why they had behaved the way they did. Officer Burns began asking the three guys if

about the alibi and ask him to go back to the crime scene because she had a hunch that something was still in the house hiding and he said “Okay James, be careful.” She arrived at the house. Something told her to look up and she saw camera so she assumed that there should be some in the house so she head up to the room Mrs. Miller was killed in and found a little sky camera in the corner of the room and she took it back to the lab and analyzed and you wouldn’t believe who did it, it was the maid's

out your current left eye and replace it with an artificial, mechanical eye. The only reason Brooklyn wanted her Eye, become a Lighter, and work is that when you become a Lighter, you live in the House. To live in the House is both a privilege and an honor. In return for your work, the city feeds and houses you through the

My life has been weird. I’m made fun of by my teachers, kids and parents. I got bullied yesterday by The Brett Anderson, that thinks he’s better than me. I have ragged clothes, old shoes and no electronics at home. Speaking of home, my dad left and I’m stuck with my mother who hates me. She left me when I was young and came back just in time for my 7th grade year which was this year. She left when my dad spent all of his money on the lottery. My mom doesn’t care about me, and she only came back because