In the Next Room, or the vibrator play written by Sarah Ruhl premiered at the Berkley Repertory Theatre in February 2009, and later premiered on Broadway at Lincoln Center in November of 2009. Taking place at the dawn of the age of electricity around 1880 in a wealthy spa town on the skirts of New York City, this play follows the events taking place in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Givings. Mr. Givings is a scientist and a doctor, treating women for hysteria out of his home by using a clinical vibrating
I chose to write about my dream house because I have always thought about what it would look like. I have always wanted to live in a mansion in Florida and hope that it happens. My dream house would be a beautiful white mansion on a sunny beach in Florida. The front of my house would have many big glass windows. I would have a large three car garage. Tall green palm trees would line my driveway. The front doors would be double and a stone staircase leading to the entrance. The back of my house would
Tension in The Red Room, The Cone and The Superstitious Man's Story 'The Red Room', The Cone' and 'The Superstitious Man's Story' are all short stories which were written before 1914. 'The Red Room' and 'The Cone' were both written by H.G. Wells and 'The Superstitious Man's Story' was written by Thomas Hardy. All three of these stories were written in Victorian Times (1837-1901). These were years of great scientific and technological developments. The authors of the three stories show us
an enormous living room and a small dining room, 7 bedrooms with all walk-in closets and a shower in each of the bedrooms, with the kitchen nearby and a gigantic backyard. When building a house, it is always important to know your location. I always wanted my family to live in a quiet neighborhood. It is much safer, peaceful, and nice. My house will be painted in white, next to my front door will be my two car garage; both my front door and garage will lead me to my living room. When walking in from
The haunted house The scariest house that I have ever been was right next to my aunt 's house when I was almost 10 years old. An old lady with her cat used to live there. One day the lights went off, and you couldn’t hear any noise or see anybody. It looked like she left the house alone but no one really knew her and it was also common to see the house a few days abandoned. But this time was different and worse; it looked like she passed away but everyone was afraid to ask. No one went to the house
house will contain 7 bedrooms with all walk-in closets which would each hold a bathroom, an enormous living room with the kitchen along with a dining room nearby, and a gigantic backyard which would all be three floors. The first floor will feature five bedrooms one of them will be the master’s bedroom, three will belong to my children, and the fourth bedroom will become the entertainment room, a place where my children can go to whenever they need distraction. On the right side of the floor will be
My Room Whenever I feel overwhelmed or worn out, I go to my room. If I need a break or just some time to myself, you can find me there too. It is not like any other room in the house. It is where I feel most safe and comfortable. Where I can always be myself . It is a room that belongs to me. It may look like all the other rooms in the house but, my room is above them all. It is just perfect for me. It is a small place, about 12 feet by 18 feet, with a desk, a dresser, a closet,
There are three statues in the room, each of the larger points pointing at one of them. The first one is a statue of a man, Arâr, made of marble with touches and highlights of gold. He’s wearing a robe that exposes only his midriff, and all the delicate folds carved into the rock are topped with gold where it comes to a point, which forms the look of a delicate gold chain encasing him. I step towards him, to see the closer details of his face, and slide my hand against the wall which is so polished
small scar next to my chin, and have since I was 5 years old. As best I can recall it was a pretty normal day. Normal in the sense that it was like nearly every other day. I got up, I got dressed, and this day was one of the many where I would go with my mother to pick my father up from work. But on that day I decided I wanted, not just to go, but to bring something with me. When I woke up that morning I never thought the day would end in a hospital room. That I was about to spend the next many years
Good afternoon Leisel. I'm requesting a room change to a single room because I have had problems with roommates since my very first semester. I know you know this because you have dealt with my last room change request. My first semester, I had several problems with my first roommate Liza and that went into my second semester until I was switched to the room next to her, making me her suite mate. I obviously had no problem with that because I chose to do that; both Luana and I felt it would be great
Personal Narrative My room is my own little world to dream and write what I feel and what I know about the world. The way it's set up, it's like to let anybody get inspired in their writing here in my room. Most of my things in my room are here to help me with my writing, and have all the tools needed to write a good paper. I also use my room to hang out and have fun when my friends come over. My writing environment is set up to help me get inspired. My room is set up to accommodate my
the teacher. The preschool room two was filled with the morning sun and assisted with dim lighting. The room was divided with shelf for multiple areas. Most of the room is carpet but under the art area and entrance had lanolin flooring. The room had a dramatic play area with dress up clothes and a plastic kitchen. The reading corner had a large fluffy seat and a quiet area to have alone time. The building or block area had a variety of sizes of blocks. The rooms walls were filled with pictures
was so hated for so many years could now be missed. When you walked through the big, black front door you enter the dining room. The room instantly appears to be bigger than it really is. The floors have a dull completion with the covering of dust and dirt and the evidence of an amateur remodel. The large window beside the door is the only source of light for the dining room. Another tiny window further down the wall is the only source of light for the kitchen. At night the small one-person kitchen
the emergency room of Presby Plano. We were all standing around, relaxed, discussing our previous weekend adventures. As the call came over the radio we swiftly took our places in expectation of what was to come. A construction worker was hit in the head with a 500-pound slab of granite swinging from a crane. The crane operator didn’t see him as he moved that solid piece of rock from one point to the next. The soft rustle of protective gear being put on over scrubs filled the room as we methodically
wandered into the living room. There were three books laying on a small table. He picked up the first book and opened it, the words were way too small. Then he opened the second one, and he started reading it. He got a chapter into the book and decided it was too easy. Finally, he started reading the last book. He was about half way through the book when he decided he needed to take a nap. He decided to bring his book with him into the next room. There are three beds in the next room. He laid on the first
their want to stay in type of room differently. To satisfy the customer. Depending on the type of room, the structure of the room and room designation. Firstly, the type of room be room for guests to stay alone that are single room, it has a queen size bed or two double beds that sometimes there is more than one guest. With the two guests in the room or double occupancy room in some cases, the hotel will offer a single or boucle occupancy rate. Next, Types of rooms to meet guests, three were triple
obnoxious unlocking of heavy duty doors sends me to my feet and I find myself walking into a musty smelling room with a scold on my face. “Gabi thank goodness you’re here, this place keeps giving me this stuff to knock me right out!” calls granny,
new building has fixed many problems that the older center had, larger rooms, more safety features, and more storage for teachers, just to name a few. However, with all the benefits this facility has, it still has one big problem, the large age gaps within the classrooms. Children under the age of five seem so close in age, yet vary significantly in their intellectual, cognitive, and physical development. Placing them in rooms together when their developmental level is so far apart can leave many
the Pocatello Indianettes, stand ready by a white plastic table waiting to check teams in and lead them to their dressing rooms. The table is covered in tan folders filled with each team’s
I didn’t know what to expect. I’m in the hospital waiting room with my mom and Auntie Joy! We checked in and they took us to the back and put us in the waiting room. Everyone was asking me if I was nervous. The ambiance of the room was white and sterile. I felt cold and vulnerable. To make matters worse, I had to put on a hospital gown. Luckily, I was able to keep my underwear and socks on. There’s a knock at the door and the nurse is back with some awful looking concoction. She tells me that I