24-hour clock

In Virginia Woolf’s The Death of the Moth, Woolf explains that she has pity for the moth as it makes its final struggles before death. Woolf observes the moth’s last attempt to right itself, exerting its last “fiber of energy”. She felt pity for the creature as it moved once more before turning stiff. One reason Woolf chose to use several contrasts within the essay is to express the relationship of the moth to the world. To the moth, the world is of incomprehensible size. Being such a small…

In the poem “The Lesson of the Moth,” both the moth and the cockroach have their own philosophies on how life should be lived. I believe in the moth’s philosophy. I believe beauty is everything. Like the moth, I would prefer to have a shorter life filled with beauty and happiness than to have a long life full of fear causing me to avoid everything and never being able to experience anything fun or getting to see true beauty. The moth lives an exciting and short life, and he was able to see what…

Virginia Woolf demonstrates the universal struggle between life and death in "The Death of the Moth". Observing the moth, Woolf sees that is trying to accomplish something unattainable by going into and out of a windowpane to get outside. Virginia Woolf sees the moth in another context that recognizes the moth not as insignificant and in demand of pity, but as a small creature of the world. The moth symbolizes the wonder of life and death by being used as an example of the simplicity of life,…

The Shot Felt Around The World BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock stroke 7 A.M. I hit the snooze button just like I always do. UGGGHHHH I screech as I crawl out of bed. I walk to the living room and turn on the news. I walked to the kitchen to brew my daily coffee. As i’m making my coffee, I hear the reporter say, “Currently I am at Dealey Plaza and the weather is beautiful. We’ve just gotten that word that the POTUS will be attending the parade in an open motorcade.” I heard this and my mind felt…

“BEEP BEEP BEEP,” blared my alarm clock for the fifth time in 30 minutes. Initially, the morning began as any dreary December day would: cold, bleak, and lonely. Until now, I had spent a majority of my first high school semester tirelessly optimizing the basic act of waking up. How late could I awaken and casually stroll into class by the 8:00 bell? Indeed, I got a concrete answer: 7:34. As that final alarm sent me scampering into the shower, I noticed my glasses remained on. “No problem,” I…

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Instinctively, my arm reaches across the nightstand to press snooze on my alarm clock. My mind and body nearly begins to return to slumber before I remember the reason I needed to wake. I hastily climb out of bed and dress myself in my green and brown camo shirt and overalls. The excitement begins to flow through my veins as I prepare for a trip to my grandpa’s farm. Papa Tom’s farm happened to be the perfect place to build and set up our hunting hut. My hunting hut…

“BEEP BEEP BEEP”. I raise my hand to shut off the annoyingly loud alarm clock. A few moments go by and I immediately jolt out of bed, almost tripping over my own two feet. July 25th, the day I get to head down to Texas for a month. As I head down my steps I can hear my dad and my Tio talking. I also can smell the eggs, bacon, lengua, and the refried beans being made for breakfast. After brushing my teeth, I grab a plate and pile on the food. As soon as I’m done eating I rush back upstairs to my…

The Last Thirteen Introduction- “I can’t run anymore.” The race is ending. Sam Williams makes a scandalous discovery about the last 13 that will change everything. This appalling discovery will bring out the worst in the last 13. This is a race which is more terrifying than Sam’s nightmares. With the world about to crumble, and their enemies approaching closer, it is up to the last 13 to carry through the prophecy. Whether the last 13 come back dead or alive, it is up to them to stop all this…

me to school at 7 am. The night before i did my homework, packed my backpack, and set my alarm to 6am. I ended up staying up until 11 o’clock watching Netflix. The next morning i remember waking up at 6 am holding my phone and turning off my alarm clock then, telling myself 5 more minutes. The next thing i know, i hear my doorbell ring and my mom saying “Oh my gosh! shes still sleeping!!!” “What time is it?” i asked. I rush out of bed and run my around house trying to get my stuff together and…

eye open and the small digital clock on his bedside table comes into view, and he squints to focus the dull red numbers, eventually making out 8:47. He allows his eyes to flutter closed again, and then in half a second is suddenly very awake when he realizes that his first class of the day starts at precisely 9:05; meaning he has exactly eighteen minutes to get up, at least try to look decent, and get his ass halfway across campus. He had stayed up to some ungodly hour to work on an animation…