My Room Essay

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  • The Characteristics Of My Room

    and show my personality, is my bedroom. This is the place where I can really be myself and do what I want; it is the place I come home to and wake up every day. My room makes me feel comfortable because it is my own space. My house is always crazy, with my dog barking, and my siblings running around making noise, my room is the only place in the house where I can come and relax without caring about everything else, the only place that I can go to clear my mind. In describing my room, it is not really describing what is in my room but more of what I do in my room. I can tell how my room makes me feel. Certain things I do in my room I would never do in front of anyone in public. My room is also my…

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  • My Reading Room Paragraph

    Short Paragraph on My Reading Room Answer: I do not have separate room for reading. My bedroom is my reading room too. My reading room is small but well ventilated. My reading room has two doors and two windows. One is on the north and the other is on the west. So, light and air can get easily into it. There are two chairs, a desk and an alna in my reading room. The alna stands on the left side at my desk. My books and useful things are neatly arranged into the desk. There is a beautiful…

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  • Personal Narrative: My Dorm Room

    I think that my dorm room is a representation of my front-stage behavior. This is the case because although it is my room, I share it with a friend, and although it is our room, we often have other people in it with us. Dorm rooms are a space in which friends can gather for a party, to study together, or even to watch this week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy. It is more of a public space than a private space in which I can be alone. I keep my dorm room in a manner in which I would publically…

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  • My Room My Rum Analysis

    Sebastian of Portugal are examples of this – the performance My Room / My Rum, premiered at the Condomínio Festival, in Lisbon, explores and further unsettles the dynamic between memory and identity. Accordingly, collecting and archiving as necessary means to assert identity are subject to evaluation. It turns out that they both prove ineffective at spotting one’s place in the world, merely disclosing loose traces of life experiences instead. It is fragmentary, achronological and, altogether,…

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  • My Safe Place Research Paper

    Tanner Barnard English 1180 Prof. Elizabeth Davis October 5th 2017 My Room, My Safe Place, My Sanctuary There is no place like your room, it’s a place of complete safety. There is a loud creaking noise coming from the alarm clock, that sits on my bedside table next to my Pokémon cards, which as you walk away, is replaced by the two to four groaning base boards under my blue carpet. The noise of my busy family, reminds me I’m in a safe place to relax. The noise of the outside is still…

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  • Personal Narrative: My Brother

    too" I tell my 9 year old brother who is currently crying in my arms. We were hiding in the little hidden door to our playroom that my parents made for me and my brother. I could see the two tall buff men enter one says “Get things that can come in use to us” and left the room. The one man started going through drawers. **Gasp** I quickly cover my little brother 's mouth. One man started coming towards where we were currently hiding. "JIM COME ON TIME TO GO GET THE GASOLINE! WE NEED TO LEAVE…

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  • Christmas Narrative Story

    I couldn 't believe it! My family had started Christmas without me. According to my clock, I still had minutes left before I could get out of bed and yet I could hear my sister chattering and laughing with my parents. Quickly slipping from my room and down the hallway, I passed my little brother 's bedroom, noticing his door was still closed. It seemed he was missing out too. Still pitch-black outside, Santa had left the tree lights on, transforming the front room into a Christmas…

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  • Personal Narrative: A Trip To Washington D. C.

    We were on the road for hours riding in circles, to get to our destination, but it was the one night my friends and I will never forget. It was Saturday August 29, 2015 and I was in Washington D.C. with my three friends: Leia, Kerien, and Breanna. We stayed at the Hostel Hotel downtown on 11th street. We stayed there for three nights and four days. The scary part for us when we were in the lobby and we found out what a Hostel hotel was, we then heard that the rooms were dormitory style with…

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  • Personal Narrative On My 12-Day Cruise

    It was day 9 of the 12-day cruise. Sitting with my family at the dinner table, I interrupted the conversation and asked if I could be excused so I could go see some friends that I had met on our cruise. I got the go ahead and the time I had to be back in the cabin that night. Normally my curfew is 12am, but that night in particular I thought I could stretch it a bit because we had no obligations for the next morning. I went back to the room, changed, grabbed my phone then went out. The usual…

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  • Personal Narrative: My Grandma Macs House

    When I was about five years old, my parents ' got divorced. My dad moved back to the state I was born in, while I stayed with my mom in Arkansas. Every once and awhile I would have visits with my dad, he would come pick us up and take us back to Iowa. I mean, I understand now why my sister and I had to spend time with my dad there. But then, I was 5 and all I knew is that daddy wasn’t around for the past month. I was without a doubt, the biggest mommy’s girl and I hated having to leave her. I…

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