My Own Little World The door to my study is nearly always closed. It's the place I go to read and work in tranquility. Today, however, I'm inviting you in for a visit. As you open the door, notice the Guatemalan crucifix with its bright gold and maroon flowers; it joyfully reminds me to dedicate my work to God. Although the room is small, I hope you find it cozy. A big cheerful window lets in the morning sunshine, which saturates the room with its warmth and embraces us with light. Birds chirp outside, beckoning you to enter. An old-fashioned doctor's desk with brass drawer handles sits in front of the window, its wood full of nicks from many careless moves and tow once-teething puppies. May I introduce you to Ralph, my friendly computer, who sits on top of the desk? When I turn him on, he'll crackle "hello" and blink an inviting amber command on the screen. That's my dog Chico under the desk, snoring in harmony with Ralph and the birds. Against the left wall are my book cases, sagging with the wise weight of cheap paperbacks and a few expensive gold-spined volumes interspersed. A bronzed Indian chief in a watercolor squints knowingly at us from the wall. Won't you have a seat in the tattered old green armchair nestled in the other corner? I know you smell the freshly perked coffee. I made it specially for your visit. Use my favorite cup there on the tray; it's the one with red and blued balloons around the rim. Stay as long as you wish, but when you're ready to leave, be sure to close the door behind you. I like the peaceful security of this, my own little world.
Count the number of heartbeats in 15 seconds by tapping a pencil on a piece of paper.
d) I will place a beaker onto a piece of white paper with a black
Have you ever wondered what your pets are thinking? Personally, I wonder all the time. I purposely mess with my dog to see how he reacts. Well, now you can at least get an idea of what they are thinking. The humorous short story, ¨A Conversation With My Dogs,¨ by Merrill Markoe is about a dog owner who is having a conversation with her dogs Bob and Stan about how they follow her around everywhere. The author is attempting to portray the thoughts of dogs when communicating with them. In this instance, the owner is confused about why they want to follow her everywhere. This short story is a high comedy that uses witty humor and situational irony to make the audience laugh while giving the lesson.
Introduction: In year 10, biology, we have been studying the heart: the functions of the heart, the parts of the heart (ventricle, atrium) and heart problems. Besides that we have been studying the heart rate of humans. We were asked to create an experiment to see what affects heart rate. We discovered that diet, stress, cholesterol level, excitement, mass, age, temperature and exercise affected the heart. Diet and exercise were the only 2 doable and so my partner and I chose exercise. We determined that as the intensity of an exercise increased so did the heart rate of the person performing it.
The first of our messages is one from the poem “The Wanderer”, which tells a message about religion and faith and how one must handle it. In “The Wanderer” the character is set out into the sea on a voyage and on the ...
Once we conquered the spiders and climb over the massive piles of boxes, we open the spring loaded door and the smell of coffee and burning wood rushes over us. As we entered the living room we traveled back in time, to an old yet still messy Victorian house. In front of the door the floor is tile; four or five of the tiles are broken where my Papa dropped a hammer years ago. As we move deeper into the living room the floor changes to a gray carpet with yellow and brown stains in many different places. The big windows are draped with large lacey curtains and doilies surround the coffee table and all the sides' tables. We bounce down on a blue floral couch and set our stuff on the oak wood coffee table that is less than ten inches from our shins. Beneath this table there are golden po...
Your heart rate (HR), is the number of times that your heart pulses in a minute. Resting heart rate varies from person to person. Several factors can influence a subject’s heart rate including activity level, body position and other factors such as air temperature, or medication use. [1] Resting heart rate can be affected by body position, due to gravity having varying affects on the heart in different positions. Thus, the purpose of this study was to understand how body position influences HR. It was hypothesized that a subject would have a lower heart rate when standing, than when in a supine or sitting position.
He saw a lonesome tree reaching to the overcast sky. A song bird’s nest was on one of the tree’s protracted branches, and inside was a young bird. The puppy’s ear stood up straight and adjusted to hear the sound of the bird chirping. Meanwhile, intense winds churned through the forest, making the bird fall out of its nest. The puppy ran to the spot where he thought the bird would land. Luckily, the bird landed on the puppy’s back. The young bird chirped gleefully, thanking the cute pup for saving it. Graciously, he gave the bird a nod, and with a swift bark, continued walking through the forest with his newfound feathered friend riding his
The poem The Door presents that discovery requires taking chances and the ambiguity of the consequences. Miroslav Holub conveys discovery as an individual’s curiosity to change and embrace new perspective, leading to a new perception of the world. The dual metaphor and symbol, ‘the door’, represents an obstacle that’s preventing us from instigating a discovery as well as a pathway for new possibilities. If the individual chooses to take the initiative, then new opportunities awaits behind ‘the door’. However, the deployment of anaphora, ‘maybe’, emphasise the uncertainty of the outcomes once you have overcome the obstacle and take a leap of faith. The outcomes may lead to the rejuvenation of an individual’s world and value or it may provoke an individual’s knowledge and reshape into a new world. Holub clearly demonstrates that discovering a new world may not always be a pleasant experience be in fact can be confronting and
There was dark brown carpet from the 80’s on the floor with some spots that had been worn down to sand colored carpet backing by feet and furniture, and there was this peculiar area near the window that stood out where the carpet had been turned a shade of moss green due to sunlight exposure. A TV stand with bookshelves flanking each side took up the wall to the left of the bed. My sister was an avid reader, so, the shelves were filled with books she’d checked out from the nearest library. I would tip-toe into her room when she was gone to pull books from the shelves and leaf through the pages; I’d jump at every noise out of fear of someone catching me.
I went upstairs and tried to do something natural in the mirror and looked to see if it was cool. It was shocking. Not only did it look cool my brother gave me a compliment which was like a once in a lifetime thing. I zipped up the jacket up and down and poked the spikes like the moon falling on the Himalayas. I went downstairs to play with my dog Brownie. We rolled around and played in the grass. I was making bird noises and Brownie bit my sleeve. No blood, but there was an L shaped tear. “Stupid dog,” I murmured.
Standing a mere three feet tall at most, it guards the door of my bedroom as a silent sentry. Its dual levels have been incessantly reordered to house each item in an aesthetic and efficient manner. The faded brown of the wood highlights the array of bright covers that lay at the front, patiently waiting to be withdrawn and analyzed once more. This humble bookcase is the crowning jewel of my personal space. The walls are lined with a diverse selection of truly enthralling books, all penned by arguably the most astute minds of all time. The knowledge of centuries lies at my finger tips, breathlessly hungering for me to turn the pages and absorb its riches.
One can observe Eveline is a religious person in a religious home. She has patronized a print of the Blessed Margaret Mary Alcoque. One does not patronize a print of promises unless there is some deep rooted faith in the deity. An old yellowing photograph of her father’s school chum, a priest hangs on the wall. People of deep rooted faith hang photographs of religious icons in their home. These photographs bring the faith of their religion...
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.