The House of Being
My grandpa’s house may seem like just another house, but it actually explains an entire existence. It has every component of a typical house, but there is something about his that makes me think of life and how brief it really is. There are the flowers and the garden in the backyard that have characteristics of one’s childhood and the development process. His house has the look of defeat, telling me that life will soon be over, and its time is up. Finally, near the backyard there is a garage where everything from his life has been permanently stored. In one visit to Grandpa’s house, I can experience something that takes most people an entire lifetime to experience. His house reminds me of age and how it affects one’s life.
Just outside the garage is the backyard, which is akin to one’s childhood. This is where I remember spending my days running around in the waist-high grass pretending that I was in a jungle. Surrounding the yard are daisies and tulips, which every spring, bloom and provide beauty for the entire season. In the center of the yard is a large satellite dish. It is a large black ominous monstrosity, which seemed to turn of its own free will. Next to the satellite dish on the right side is a sandbox my grandpa and I had built one summer. On the other side of the yard near the house stands a crabapple tree that has been there for as long as I can remember. Behind the garage is the garden, which in the summer is flourishing with fruits, melons,...
My knowledge of microaggressions prior to research was limited. Before discussing the topic in class, I had never even heard the term microaggression. As of now, all I know is what I learned in class; that microaggressions are snide, racist comments that are made repeatedly. Due to my limited knowledge, I decided this would be an interesting topic to explore and read about. Through all of my research, my goal is to learn more about the effects and different types of people that experience microaggressions.
Another reason, the author explained, why Jesus’ resurrection matters is that it provides a new beginning. He explains that just as God resurrected Jesus, He can transform your life, regardless as to where you are, or where you have been — He can give you a new
Upon finally reaching his home, he is baffled that there are no lights on and the door is locked. When he peers through the windows, the house is empty. The finality of this fact reveals that he has progressed from the suburban life to the muddled old age and emptiness, his misfortunes are real and have caught up with him. No longer can he deny the painful memories of what has occurred in his life through his journey. The semi-surrealism of this journey can in theory be a progression of his life, his mind having gone from clarity of a midsummer's day to the darkness of approaching night and old age, with its frailties and troubles, his lapse of memories coming to clarity in the end.
The first word is almanac. “…the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child…reading jokes from the almanac, laughing and talking to hide her tears” (923). It was a distraction to what it actually symbolized; passing time. The almanac tells her, “I know what I know” (924). The power of the almanac is suggested here; it does not only predict weather change-“the rain that beats on the roof of the house” (923), but it also foretells the emotions she would be feeling-“her equinoctial tears”. The almanac eventually tells her it is “time to plant tears”, which is a way of the grandmother knowing she is permitted to let go and move forward. Next is stove. The plot of the story revolves in the kitchen where the stove is placed. She feels at ease in her kitchen and seems to spend most of her time there. She “puts more wood in the stove” (924) when she feels chilly. The feeling of being cold can be associated with death. The stove gives her comfort that the feeling will pass. Last is house. The house resembles the grandmother. The first two lines referring to the house show the external portion. “September rain falls on the house” (923). “…and the rain that beats on the roof of the house” (923). This shows that on the outside, the grandmother is worn out and beaten down because of this loss she is experiencing. We
...ween the house that he loved so much and a burning desire to continue living there. From his continuous loyalty to the house, this story suggests one’s presence lingers on in the places where you dedicate your life, even after you’re gone. The owner continues to feed the fire and look after the inhabitants. He doesn’t leave the house until they ask him to, suggesting a pleasing spirit which is unconcerned with its own needs.
Texting while driving makes a crash twenty three times more likely to happen (Texting While Driving Statistics). At any given moment, 660,000 drivers are using electronic devices while driving (Brooks). Most people say they would not drive while blindfolded, but when they text and drive it is the same thing. Someone going at sixty five miles per hour for only four to five seconds while driving is equivalent to covering the length of a football field, blindfolded (Brooks). But the problem is not only found in automobile drivers. Train engineers, bus drivers, and truck drivers are also part of the problem. There has been an incident where a train driver sent a dozen or so text messages while driving a train with passengers. He sent a text
“More than 1.14 billion people estimated in 2011 to be living below the international poverty line of 1.25 dollars a day” (Prabhakar 1). Poverty is an issue that impacts people all over the world, even in our own backyard of Greeley Colorado we can see the effects of poverty effecting people. Poverty is explained by the Webster dictionary as the state of one who lacks a usual or socially acceptable amount of money or material possessions, or in the other words the state of being poor. Many people correlate the definition of poverty to being an international only issue that effects people in country’s that are not rich in greater resources or are lacking the development in becoming a wealthier nation. What one should know about poverty is that
...t act on its own programming. The house cannot therefore make any decisions to stop working from the humans who are already dead. The house therefore represents order in the midst of chaos; the house is the only thing that is functioning with all the things around it destroyed. It is the only thing that bears meaning despite there being total destruction after nuclearwar; it is the only place that holds to purpose despite the meaningless things happening. The house tries to fight entropy but does not win, it rubble just falls into the larger rubble of the city that is now destroyed. This symbolizes the pessimistic view of determination of humans in the search for meaning in the world (Chopin, There Will Come Soft Rains).
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
One of the first houses the pair enters during their journey is the father's childhood home. To the father, seeing his home brings back memories of what his life was like as a boy. This scene makes the father feel upset, as he knows his child will never get to experience a normal childhood like he did. The father reminisces on what life was like before the disaster. “On cold winter nights when the electricity was out in a storm we would sit at the fire here, me and my
According to Ian Mulgrew, a journalist/author from Canada, many accidents are blamed on distracted driving and most of the distractions are caused by cell phone usage (Mulgrew). This shows that accidents are being caused by texting and driving. A majority of people have busy lives that leaves them to get things done while on the road. Texting or using a cell phone while driving is very hazardous to yourself and the people surrounding you. Most people are against this action is because it causes many car accidents every year. Did you know that texting while driving is one of the longest eyes-off-the road time of distracted driving activities? According to DWI, text messaging makes a crash up to 23 times more likely. While other activities like, dialing, talking or listening or reaching for a device is less likely. While driving, adults and teenagers cannot resist the urge to pick up their cell phone and send a text or respond to one. When a
A family might include anyone related by blood or by adoption such as: step parents, grandparents acting as parents, and even brothers and sisters sharing the same household. However, worldwide “the family is regarded as the most ba...
As I look back on my childhood a great number of memories hide in my mind; sleepovers with friends, hanging upside down on the monkey bars, eating ice cream are but a few. The one memory that doesn't hide is of the postcard perfect house that I love and adore. From the hearty cattails and rose brown apple trees to the grilled cheese, this place reminds me of my childhood fun but also the love that my whole family shared. The red brick house and its surroundings will keep my memories forever.
place I would have to go to before and after school. I have always loved my
As I stand in front of the dark brown, wooden door with its small, yet beautiful etched glass window, I remember all of the times that I have passed through this portal and entered the warm, comforting rooms inside. Before entering, I take a step back to admire this old, stubborn house. It's a two-story, white house with a three-car garage attached to it. My grandpa built the entire house from the foundation up and a lot of the items in it. After observing this scene for a few minutes, I continue to enter the house. I slowly turn the brass knob of the door and anticipate the feeling of acceptance inside. As I open the door, a flood of warmth passes over and through...