Genevieve and King Arthur: How Two Screen Names Changed my Life.
I blink at the alarm clock waiting for the numbers to change again. The light on the screen pierces my eyes with a forceful shade of red. Covering my face, I squeeze my eyes, wishing for the red nightmare to go away, but the light stays with me. He sleeps. His warm shoulder, too close to mine, gives me goosebumps. I shift my body to the left and touching the border of the mattress I shapes into the form of a rock ready to roll into a river. I look over the mattress and I imagine a beaver trying to grab a piece of wood over the edge of the cliff. He looses his balance, and makes a splash in the deep blue imaginary water under my bed. I grab the edge of the mattress with my two hands and leaning down, I look under the bed.
“ Nope, no beaver hiding under the bed, but I see a dragon.” Grabbing the empty air, my hand decides to mimic the hand of a princess who enjoys throwing apples at a sleepy dragon. “This night struggles to end and I need to sleep,” I confess to the dragon, banging my head on the bare floor.
I start to draw small circles with my fingers. The sound of my nails scratching the floor wakes up Ettore. He flexes his furry body, and with a hiss, he walks out of the room mimicking a dressage house on training.
“Gosh, I can’t sleep,” I proclaim to the dragon, the
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I grin. In a matter of a second I I broke two basic rules of my parents: if you want to sleep well you should never stare at the computer screen during the night and if you want to live a secure life you should benve talk to strangers. I close my eyes for a glimpse of a second wondering if it would be better to listen to them. After all, they love my boyfriend, his family and my settled life. They also disappear technology and online chats. It probably would be better to go back to bed. After all, you cannot find real life inside a computer. But until we meet, aren’t we all
As human beings, we struggle to discover who we are and what is our individual purpose in life. It seems impossible to know what our mission in life is without knowing our identity. Psychology tells us that we have a social identity as well as a personal identity. Our social identity involves our nationality, religion, gender, and social roles. Personal identity focuses on our abilities, skills, personal attributes, and personality. Personally, I can admit I got lost trying to discover both my social and personal identity. I later learned Erik Erikson would consider my identity crises to be part of the Identity vs. Role Confusion psychosocial stage.
...e red lady blows a light, grayish puff of smoke in my direction and my eyes begin to twitch. My two brown eyelids flutter awake, and I slowly become aware of my surroundings. It is a late night in the city, and I can hear the streetlight buzzing above me. I roll onto my stomach and find the little girl in the same state as I had earlier, coughing incessantly. My stomach growls, and the car tires circle rhythmically on the warm, wet pavement. I awake from one nightmare, and continue to combat the real struggles in my life.
Late one night, you’re having trouble falling asleep. It’s been storming all night, and the lightning has made it nearly impossible to lay your head down. The room is pitch black, save for the streak of moonlight streaming in through the curtains. All of a sudden, you hear something scratching at the window. You shrug it off, as it must just be a branch from the tree right outside. The sound of something shuffle around in your closet begins to echo in the room. You realize you’re standing straight up. Were you really that afraid? You lay back down, and realize you’re being an idiot. You close your eyes, annoyed at how little sleep you were going to get. You get comfy, and are finally ready to get to sleep. Gently, you roll over onto your other side. You feel breathe of warm air in your face. Your eyes pop open. A monster stands right before your eyes. Before you get the chance to scream, you’re knocked out. The bogeyman has arrived, and he’s come to put you to sleep.
“How often, asleep at night, am I convinced of just such familiar events – that I am here in my dressing-gown, sitting by the fire – when in fact I am lying undressed in bed! […] All this would not happen with such distinctness to someone asleep. Indeed! As if I did not remember other occasions when I have been tricked by exactly similar that’s while asleep!”
What would it be like if someone were to fall asleep, and wake up in a completely different place? This is what happens in Nightmare Academy. The book has a great ability to grab attention and make someone second guess their thoughts on any character, as well as make the impossible seem possible. In this report, there will be an explanation of how the book is able to grab someone's attention, as well as how the book would make a person second guess the characters, and finally, how the book is fictional yet lifelike, or in other words impossible yet possible. But first, there will be a basic summary of the book.
Identity, an ambiguous idea, plays an important part in today’s world. To me identity can be defined as who a person is or what differentiates one person from another. Identity would be a person’s name, age, height, ethnicity, personality, and more. A quote by Anne Sexton states “It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was”(Anne Sexton). This quote helps me define identity because I believe it is saying that identity is what people are remembered by. When some people think of identity, words such as, uniqueness, distinctiveness, or individuality may come to mind. However, I disagree with this because when I think of identity I think of mimicry, self-consciousness, or opinions.
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
What did I do? How did this even happen? It was early Saturday, 8:00am. I was sleeping soundly, in my room. There was nothing that could ruin my sleep, except maybe my parents.
He ran his hand up my skirt and began to pull my panties down. That’s when everything froze, I couldn’t move, scream, I was stuck. It felt like an eternity had just gone by. When he was finished, he rolled over and laid on his stomach, fast asleep. Still in shock, I started to pick up my shoes and cell phone. The party came to an end as I walked out of his room, I closed the door. And I started walking without looking back. I was in a catatonic state; I don’t remember how I got back to the house. I went straight to my room and to the shower. The water was burning hot, turning my skin bright red. I scrubbed every in of my body, wanting anything that was left of him annihilated from me. as I stepped out of the shower, I put pyjamas on and went straight to my bed. I cried until I exhausted myself to
It begins nine in the years past, I sit on my bed stricken with fear of what hides beneath me, as I shriek for my parents, tears drip down my face, and hairs erect from my limbs. In horror, I hide behind my parents’ baggy pajamas with a hope of having protection from the unknown monster. “Honey, there is nobody in your closet or under the bed. Let mommy and
You’re asleep and falling into a dream, a dream that seems to be blended with reality, details of it so vivid that it seems to be real. First, you’re running freely through a field full of wild flowers with a gentle breeze blowing through your hair and then all of a sudden the sun moves away, dark gray clouds start to cluster together. BOOM! Thunder comes along, suddenly it becomes your worst nightmare with you running away from something, crying, sweating, screaming then BLINK, you open your eyes to see that you are safe in your own bed hugging your pillow and what you just experienced was the works of your mere mind.
Hi everyone, my name’s Sly, though I seem to be just the opposite of everything my name stands for. In fact, some would even describe me as a loyal, happy go lucky, people friendly, affectionate gal. I am eight years young, but don’t let my age fool you, I am full of energy, and have tons of love left to give. I’m not an overly affectionate gal, I’ll come over every once in a while to receive some love, but mostly I’ll just come over with a ball in my mouth hoping and praying that you’ll want to play ball with me. Speaking of playing ball, it’s absolutely one of my favorite things to do, and I could play for hours upon hours as long as I could find someone to throw it! I am not completely housetrained, so as a result I would really love to
A person’s identity is shaped by many different aspects. Family, culture, friends, personal interests and surrounding environments are all factors that tend to help shape a person’s identity. Some factors may have more of an influence than others and some may not have any influence at all. As a person grows up in a family, they are influenced by many aspects of their life. Family and culture may influence a person’s sense of responsibilities, ethics and morals, tastes in music, humor and sports, and many other aspects of life. Friends and surrounding environments may influence a person’s taste in clothing, music, speech, and social activities. Personal interests are what truly set individuals apart. An individual is not a puppet on the string of their puppet-master, nor a chess piece on their master’s game board, individuals choose their own paths in life. They accomplish, or strive to accomplish, goals that they have set for themselves throughout their lifetime. Individuals are different from any other individual in the world because they live their own life rather than following a crowd of puppets. A person’s identity is defined by what shaped it in the first place, why they chose to be who they are, and what makes them different from everybody else in the world. I feel that I have developed most of my identity from my own dreams, fantasies, friends, and idols.
I am jarred out of a relaxing sleep by a voice yelling my name in a loud whisper, and a light burning through my eyelids. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway to my messy room. He tells me that I need to get going, that it is 3:00 a.m., and I'm burning daylight. I find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rugged outdoors. I want to go back to bed, but I know my dad will be back in to make sure I am getting ready, in a little bit. Instead, I put my boots and my wide-brimmed, black cowboy hat on, and walked out to catch the horses. The horses are all excited because it is dark and they are not that cooperative. My dad and I get them saddled and in the trailer, and go back into the house to get our lunch, water, and a cup of coffee. Now, we can head for the high country.
Today was the worst day of my life. My mom gave me good and bad news. The bad news was so horrible. The good news was very surprising. The bad news was so bad, that I started crying. My mom told me that I was MOVING!!!