My Bedroom Essay

on the bedroom window and my eyes snap open, scared to death. It had been a normal day. My parents returned from a full day’s work and I returned home from school. We did our homework and paperwork. As a family, we had a delicious dinner and lounged on the couch. Together we watched our favorite evening shows. Then, the sun hid behind the trees and darkness took over. Our eyelids became heavy and it was time for bed. I told my parents goodnight and headed to the bathroom to do my nightly…

extensive and drawn out. Something was pounding, thumping, and throbbing. It was a noise desperate to be heard, becoming a mystery as to where it was coming from or what started the ruckus. For starters, I assumed it was part of my imagination that was coming from in-depth, of my extended dream. An extended dream, that I had found myself, fighting alongside Othello at Cyprus, attacking the Turks, “O’ feather spirits, actually bethink thou ' may hath a chance for overpowering us, what foulness…

The three locations that I will use in my paper are my bedroom, the Buddhist temple at no. 5 and Williams road in South Arm, and Wesbrook Village on UBC’s campus. These sites all represent different aspects of human geography, and therefore, enable me to give a far more varied analysis of the locations. The geographical concepts that will be applied to these three sites are gentrification, cultural landscape, and sense of place. Gentrification will aid in showing how UBC’s campus is rapidly…

Mies and Le Corbusier had same architectural point of view; however, Mies didn’t like the conventional four-walled room as space organization. Also, his designs allowed for more flexibility and they were more multi-functional because his designs were less rigid than Le Corbusier’s. Mies tried to open anything that could be opened instead of using the rigid as boxes of defined spaces acting like…

The story I chose to read and write my analysis on is Edgar Allen Poe’s short story “The Tell-Tale Heart” written in 1843. The setting of the story takes place in an old fashioned house, primarily in a bedroom, where two individuals reside. One of them is the unnamed protagonist; a self-proclaimed care taker. The other, an old man, is the antagonist who has a diseased eye. The care-taker of the old man characterizes itself not as a mad-man, but as a man whose disease “sharpened [his] senses”…

My mother is paid hourly, she’s barely been able to make ends meet since she divorced my abusive father four years prior to my diagnosis. She missed hundreds of hours of work that year, which has put her in an unrelenting cycle of debt. When I was diagnosed, I lived with my mother, two younger sisters and younger brother in a three bedroom apartment. I shared a room with Yitkah while Faigy and my brother, Mordechai, shared the other room. Mordechai moved into the dorms at an all-boys Jewish…

The Other “L” Word “You used to be such a good Republican”. Never in my life did I ever expect those words to be directed towards me, or to come from somebody as familiar as my father. My simple and seemingly harmless comment about a local news story on Channel 6 seemed to have struck a chord with him. As I stood and let his remark wash over me, I attempted to justify my immediate reaction: offense. To be honest, I wasn’t offended by this off-hand statement; I was merely confused by what…

Like most people who share the state of conciousness, I am prone to day dream. I often float away on the soft clouds of my fantasies, drifting high above reality in the vast blue sky. As a writer, these fanciful mental journeys sometimes lead me to imagine what my perfect writing environment would look like. I am not alone in this wistful contemplation; many other authors, painters, and musicians join me in exploring this mental path, each envisioning their own versions of the ideal creative…

California, you have some skin in the game! Growing up in a high-rise apartment in Brooklyn, New York, for the first 11 years of life, while sharing a bedroom with a much older sister, left no cubic feet to call my own. From that point on, space, be it a bedroom or a whole house, became an emotional stabilizer in my life. I suspect that because my life began with less space…

English Composition I 24 February 2013 My Favorite Place: Home My home is a place where one would expect such pleasure and enjoyment. This could be experienced as one would enter the front door of the home. As one enters, you would start to hear the sound of Disney XD shows such as Good Luck Charley or Ant Farm. Every television in the home will be turned up extremely loud with some type of kid show. It is then that one will understand and know, my home is occupied by children who may be…