Alarm clocks. The beep-beep-beeping at early hours of the morning signal that it is time to get yourself ready for a long day at school. But that snooze button is so tempting. Just five more minutes, you tell yourself. Next thing you know, you are late to school, left your math homework on the table, and forgot your running shoes for practice after school. Teenagers are the definition of lazy, tired and moody. Though it may seem like it, it mostly isn’t our fault. Biological clocks, early mornings
How do deaf people use telephones? What about doorbells and alarm clocks? There are many everyday devises that we hearing people take for granted, among these are telephones, smoke alarms, doorbells, and alarm clocks. When we look at how members of the deaf community use these everyday items we must consider that members within the community have very different communication needs, abilities, and preferences. Hard-of-hearing people for example can use a standard telephone with the addition of a
Based on the six branding goals, how did Nanda fail to sustain Clocky’s appeal? How might Nanda successfully brand her company and one of her products in a new market? Gauri Nanda’s innovative product Clocky combines fun and functionality into one. It was an immediate success with USD $2.2 million in revenue in its first year of sales. In 2008 the revenues decreased by 31.8% (USD $1.5 million) and again by 35% in 2009 (USD $990,000). The economic recession in 2008 induced consumers to cut back
Kaitlyn was having a rough morning for a Friday. She couldn’t find her favorite shirt with an abstract fox printed on the front. “I could have sworn I put in on the chair last night.” She huffed as she frantically looked under the bed. She stood up to survey her once clean bedroom, now in need of tornado disaster relief aid, and became more agitated. Suddenly, she saw a piece of blue fabric hiding between her mattresses. “How in the world did it get there?” she muttered to her pet fox Willow. Once
My alarm clock ringed off at 4am, buzzing underneath my pillow. Immediately, I got up and switched it off hoping no one would awaken. The room was extremely quiet, faintly hear my brother snoring in the room across me. The raindrops on my window were starting to multiply, the sky becoming darker. I was worried. I didn’t know if this was the right thing to do, but I reassured myself that everything would work out. I grabbed my old bag that my mother bought me as a gift for Christmas. It was leather
myself going to school, living on my own, preparing to own my own boutique, and just being that typical college student. The entire setting changes constantly but my goals tend to stay the same. The incessant buzzing makes me roll over and slap the alarm clock: 12:00, time to go to class. I drag myself out from under my bright orange 300 count sheets. I slip on my slippers and drag myself into the bathroom, only to see a big curly knot at the top of my head, with scattered tendrils sticking out, like
I wake up with a start. This is weird, no annoying alarm clock? "What is it mom?" I moan as I roll to go back to sleep. But something is wrong. This is not my blanket. With a jolt of surprise, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. The walls are bleached white instead of gray and covered with medical charts rather than my band posters. My fuzzy bedroom carpet has been replaced with a checkered tile floor. Why am I in the hospital? I think as my head throbs. I hope I'm not in trouble
"I know that I'm going to be ready for this assessment based on the substantiation of my knowledge when it comes to the topic of science and I'm prepared to come face to face with these questions," I proudly announced to myself as I was looking at myself in the mirror. Feeling as if I'm stalling when it comes to the limited time I had to study, I turned around nearly breaking my neck to now look at my bed full of books. I'm constantly referred to as a 'NERD' due to all the books I carry around throughout
from my eyes and place them in the lens container, turn off the bedroom light, and go to bed. “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” The time is now 5:00 AM. Struggling to open my eyes, I blindly search for the snooze button on my alarm clock. As soon as I hit the snooze button, I hear Caitlin yelling, “Get up Aki! Let’s go! Coach is going to kill us if we are late!” My friend, Caitlin, who was also my roommate and doubles partner had managed to awaken me with her loud warnings to
first lesson. However, this morning his normal routine was in turmoil. Peter’s mother was out in the car already, honking on the horn, as they were running really late. It was all Peter’s fault as he had turned the alarm clock off to charge up his mobile phone and then failed to reset the alarm. Peter accidentally slammed the front door behind him, made the front glass windows rattle and shake noisily in their frames. To make matters worse, as he raced down the driveway he knocked over a beautiful potted
Anna awoke to the loud ticking sound of her small brown alarm clock on the desk beside her bed, She sat up slightly and beat the snooze button down with her fist harshly. She groaned as she saw the sunlight shinning through the window above her bed, She rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes and stood up out of the small bed, Walking out to her decorated hallway. It was the middle of december, The time when families scrambled to the mall for the christmas sales, drank hot chocolate, and wore heavy
My Alarm Clock- Personal Narrative 6:00am. Another day. "Rise and shine!" Yeah, right. Right now its Saturday; its the morning of course and I just remembered that my English teacher expects that I turn in the second portfolio of the year. As I look over at the time, I realize that I now have a topic to write about. I have read that aspiring writers should write about what they know. That's easy. All I know right now, indeed everything I'm aware of at this early hour centers around
reasons why my family is my greatest accomplishment. I have finally realized something with age. The more I care about someone the more I manage to live myself. When someone’s life truly depends on whether or not you hit the snooze button on the alarm clock once or twice you realize your accomplishment may not be what you ever wanted for yourself. Yet somehow you feel accomplished simply because that person is here tomorrow to bring a smile to your face and a tear to your eye. Always remember that
As I walk up to Mr. DeBoer shaking from my head to my toes, my legs felt like Jell-O. I was so in shock, I could hardly think, walk or talk. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around this beautiful gift my soccer camp coach was going to give me. All the cold, cloudy, windy days were all worth it. My eyes meet his eyes and I look back down at the gift, a piece of paper was waiting for me. But not just any piece of paper. A piece of paper that felt like gold. A piece of paper that made me feel confident
We started blaming each other for our parents divorce and we both moved out of the house because of it. I woke up and got my morning coffee and looked outside and the sky was turning a very very dark color, it was darker than black. I checked my clock and it was 11:00 AM so it should be daylight. I tried to turn on the T.V, well I tried, but it didn’t work. I turned on the radio and the news guy said, “We have no idea what’s going on, but in nearby cities everything is fine, if you can please find
My mom wakes me up. First of all, I took my binocular. It is expensive but on my constant demands, or to be true requests, I am lucky enough to get it. I hear the siren and shouted “The jeep has arrived. Let’s go!” When I sat in the jeep, I hear someone saying “We’re not going to see tiger”. I know it is my aunt. She is telling this from day one. This time everyone has lost their minds. Aunt’s son warned his mom to leave her here alone and moreover her husband also told her to be quiet and stop crying
I awoke the next morning to a note on the nightstand, it was from Preston, “busy day today as you know today is the funeral. Just know I love you dearly and I will see you at the church.” My heart sank when I read that message, I am becoming a great disappointment to not only my family, but the congregation. I stew in my sham for a few more moments when I snap back into reality remembering I am Mrs. Malone, respected wife and mother; I have to carry out my day. I get out of the bed and towards the
I groaned as I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and laid my head back down on my pillow, which was entirely too inviting. The urge to fall back asleep was alluring, but I knew I had an Astronomy Assignment to complete. I kicked my legs over the side of my bed, taking a deep breath and giving myself a mental pep-talk as I forced my body to follow. This was my own fault for having procrastinated the assignment that could have been done at sunset, right before dinner, the night before.
The phone rang twice now, and the lean figure of the half naked man sprawled on the plush queen size bed finally groans. It's a classical one, D Major, one to sooth a lover of fine music. He's not a lover of such music, however, he's into blues and jazz, but it didn't escape him the wish to strangle the person who put that tune on his phone. How he wish it meant as a joke. The person who customize the tune clearly wants to piss him off. And because of that, Will Graham ignored the damn thing and
Three droning tones served as the morning call of the bustling businesswoman. She awoke in the city that never sleeps to the blaring alarm of her phone and the view of the Manhattan skyline through the tall glass windows encompassing her. She was somewhat accustomed to the sirens and sounds of the city indicating the dawn, yet still, she could not persuade herself to ascend from the dishevelled bed sheets because of the dispiriting drip-drop of drizzle on the autumn horizon. A strong black coffee