Imagine you are waking up in a strange room that is not familiar to you. You wake up to see that you are not the only one that is in the room. As everyone is starting to wake up they all start to break down and figure out where they are and why they are in this same room that you are in. No one can remember the last few hours. As everyone starts to come to, everyone notices something moving away from the corner. There is a puppet riding a small tricycle that moves into the center of the room
She could not take it anymore. She was convinced that she could no longer endure the presence of that hateful vagabond. She was determined to end it, end everything, no matter how bad it might be, rather than bear his tyranny. It had nearly been fifteen days with that struggle. What she didn't understand was the tolerance that Antonio had with that vagabond. No, truthfully, it was strange. The vagabond begged for hospitality for one night: the night of Ash Wednesday exactly, when the wind dragged
My heart beeted louder and faster the further away we got from Santa Maria. Silence was the only noise that came. Besides the van's engine and graveling ground. In the mirror I saw Roberto. A blank expression. I was hoping to seek comfort from, but instead all little hope I had left just evaporated. Trying to keep my eyes from leaking, not letting the immigration officer see me cry i face toward the window. Fields and fields full of illegal people picking and working. I will never see papa, mama
history first. But first, we had to listen to the Canadian national anthem. We waited about 10 seconds for the “moment of silence” and took our seats. As we passed our history lessons, the 2nd period bell r... ... middle of paper ... ...in. I knew he was going to fall for the trap again. The bell rang and I knew that it meant that the language part of the day was going to commence. We learned about exotic and endangered sea creatures and even saw a few pictures of them. We then had to comprehend
but when Creon chose Eteocles to take the thrown. Polyneices was outraged and left Thebes and went to the neighboring city to fight against Thebes and ended up dying in battle, and Eteocles also died. Eteocles received a military burial with all the bells and whistles while Polyneices was sworn by Creon to receive no burial. Antigone decides that the ruling made by her uncle is unjust and goes against the king and secretly buries her brother because she feels that family comes before the state and even
I am a tree. I love my luscious green afro during summer than, in the winter and fall my hair falls of leaf by leaf I become bald and bare. While I sleep through the winter it becomes colder and colder. Sometimes it snows and my bare branches get covered in soft white fluffy snow I love how the snowflakes come down each with a unique pattern with no two snowflakes the same.The machines start to remove the snow for the noisy rackety cars to come back and be able to drive again. I love the breeze in
The Environment, Bell Hooks, and Feminist Spirituality The Environment: The environment is constantly being sacrificed for food production, toxic dumps, wood distribution, military testing, and other things such as these. And as usual, the root lies in profit. The corporations can’t afford to be concerned with the future well being of the earth and it’s dwellers. Also, environmental pollution can be connected to racism and classism because it is the poor communities that are used for toxic
are separated into there own group. As they grow through the seasons in lines nine, ten, and eleven, they pass on into adulthood. They in essence no longer exist in the poem. The bells ringing might have something to do with them becoming adults, since I do not see them relating to any other parts of the poem. The bells seem to be an important part of the town since they are mentioned in the second line of the poem and those exact lines are repeated in line twenty-four, sixth stanza of th...
RAK (Random Acts of Kindness) - Michael DeVore Day One ☼ ☂The day after fall break was a very long day. After testing, writing a paper, and attending three club related meetings, I was quite ready to relax and let the my troubles drain out. Some weeks earlier I had sensed impending stress levels (midterms on the horizon) and decided to prepare for the crises by purchasing an old favorite movie of mine. So, as planned, that night I retrieved my emergency bag of comfort food and cuddled with friends
The last bell of the day rang seconds after I finished sharing my poem aloud to the class. I stood amid the scrambling of hands putting their notebooks into their backpacks, among the shouts across class, “Wait for me so we can sit together on the bus!”, and amidst the shoving of twenty bodies moving toward one door. I crumpled my poem and threw it into the trashcan on the way out of class. Well, that was entirely anticlimactic, I thought, even more than I previously imagined it would be. The twinge
and queen of Scotland. ACT TWO FIRST SONG: "HELLS BELLS" by AC/DC REPRESENTING: Scene 2 when lady Macbeth rings the bell to signal that she has put the sedatives in Duncans body guards wine cups and that it is okay for Macbeth to go kill Duncan. I chose Hells Bells to play for this scene because lady Mabeth is ringing an acctual bell and also because i thought this scene corosponded well with the line from the song which goes, " i got my bell I'm gonna tae you to hell". ACT TWO SECOND SONG:"MISS
In Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls, the recurring images of the horse and the airplane illustrate one of the major themes of the novel. The novel's predominant theme is the disintegration of the chivalric order of the Old Spanish World, as it is being replaced by the newer technology and ideology of the modern world. As a consummate artist, Hemingway, in a manner illustrating the gothic quality of his work, allows the bigger themes of For Whom the Bell Tolls to be echoed in the smaller units
My Childhood Memory It was the fourth grade. I always heard rumors and gossip about a certain teacher. This year, kids said to take any teacher except Mrs. Williams, the oral project teacher. Of course in elementary, we did not have a choice of which teacher to choose. Boy, I was shocked when I glanced at the window that had my schedule. Just by looking at that plain white piece of paper sticking on a safety-glass window, I knew it was going to be a bad year. The old, grouchy, strict, and mean
personal happiness is played out through the analogy of Omelas and the abandoned child. In this story, we are drawn into Le Guin’s world by use of her vivid descriptions. Le Guin pulls us into Omelas with her first phrase “with a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring.'; From here she intricately weaves a pattern of plot and theme which she draws upon throughout the entire story. We are initially given to a blissful, almost jubilant, Omelas. We picture the “houses with red roofs
In Hemingway’s novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls, the role of women is something one can not avoid noticing. Although only two women appear in the book, the distinction of their characters, and their influence on the situation are apparent from their introduction. Pilar, even from the beginning is constantly referred to as being like a man. One of her main features and personality traits is that she has the confidence, knowledge, and look of a man. This is apparently a praisable quality because the
“Ding”, the bell had just come alive with a mighty ring, ending the last day of school. I began shoveling the materials from my trainwreck of a locker into my bag when a close friend of mine approached me. She began bragging about the birthday party she was planning. Her arrogance annoyed me because she did not invite me, claiming that I wouldn’t know anybody. Honestly, she probably was scared of what I would do to her reputation. All she ever thought about was herself, with no regard for others
3:20 pm The bell to get out of school rings. Finally. Why do days have to be so long, I can’t wait to get home so I relax on the couch and watch T.V. I walk to the gate where I wait for my sister so we can walk home together. Kendall comes out. “Are you ready to go,” I ask her. She nods. 3:30 pm We are about halfway home when I hear a strange noise coming from behind me. I turn around to find nothing. “Kendall, did you hear that noise.” “No, it was probably the wind or something.” “Ya, you’re
and turned to my friend who was sitting beside me. “Ah shit, that’s due. Have you done it yet?” “Nah, but I can spit out 800 words in about an hour, and it doesn’t go towards our marks so I don’t care” I looked at him and grunted, “Sure” I said. The bell rang, the day was over and it was time to go home. Of course, being the type of person I am I did not do the short story the moment I got home, but rather leave it, pushing it to the back of my mind. It was not till two days later, Sunday (the day
“Ding dong”. Anna stares at her computer and ignores the doorbell that just rang. The summer night breezes briskly whorls through the neighborhood of Mount Laurel. She was too obsessed with her coding homework and her computer coding class project. “Ding dong”. Anna rushes over to the door in hopes of it being her babysitter, Jamie. She opens the door and a low and behold, it’s Jamie. As soon as Jamie walked inside, Anna’s parents remind them to be safe and don’t answer the front door. Mr. and Mrs
My Beginning The bell rang and immediately froze. It was my first day of fourth grade and I was terrified. It wasn’t only that I was scared of attending a new school but also that this was my first time attending an American School. I was born in Delano, California but we had moved to Mexico when I was about 1-year-old and didn’t return until I turned 8 so all I knew to speak was Spanish. Now I was in a total new country and I didn’t understand anything around me. Everything looked different and