My Room Essay

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 meeting spot was the card room,…

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 would cry all the way to my…

My observation was done on a Pre-K class room at a local Kinder Care Learning Center around 4:30pm in the afternoon. During this time the teachers are preparing the children to leave for the day. The class room was set up to show that the kids were preparing for regular school and not just spending their entire day napping and singing songs. The room had about 6 windows that allowed a lot of natural light, there were 2 square tables with at least 6 little chairs at each table, and a small round…

As I felt the cold air from my sheets hit my legs, I slowly started to zone out in my bed. Slowly, slowly, slowly my eyes closed, and my body relaxed. Suddenly there was a BANG! My eyes shot open! I heard someone coming up the stairs. It must be mom and dad, I thought. My room door opened. Now they must be checking on me, they must have heard that noise too. I started to relax and then I heard a whispered voice. “Haaaaaah, haaaah, haaaah.” It was right by my closet. I realized it was breathing…

at 6:30 AM. The high school where the competition was held was extremely small. My studio's dressing room was the band room, which was way too small for 85 people. The room was grey with instruments everywhere. There were no windows, which made it very stuffy and hot, so it was very hard to change in and out of costumes. The stage was a little too slippery, but that made it easier for turns. When I got there, my team and I stretched and warmed up. Then, we went and practiced our dances. I…

Each room has one or more televisions and a robust speaker system lining the walls. The rooms themselves serve a variety of functions, many of which would seem beyond the scope of a standard church. There are many signs denoting activities held at all times of year. There are multiple cafes and plenty…

“Bre come eat breakfast!” My mom shouted up the stairs. I jumped out of bed, feeling good, thinking, this is the day to ace my class presentation. In history, we had to create a class presentation about the Civil War, and we had to include dates of what day that event happened, etc. I grabbed a pair of my extremely tight jeans, my extremely baggy, ACDC t-shirt, and my old, dirty, pair of white high top, Chuck Taylors, and I ran down the stairs, getting dressed on my way down. When I got to the…

Transition For my transition project I have chosen to do arrival time in the toddler room because I find observing the children 's when they arrive is the most difficult time in the day. Here are some of my observations: November 10.2016 children crying upon arrival, they don’t want to come inside the classroom Children up in parent’s arms, when parents go to put them down they won 't put their feet down. Parents trying to get them to go in by telling them to go get trucks, or their favorite…

the front door. Music hits my ears as we step through the threshold. "Is someone here?" I ask, taking a look at my surroundings. The living room is connected to the dining room giving the home an open concept. The walls are all painted a soft yellow, and the light brown color on the couches make the room pop. "No," he says, looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Oh, the music? I forgot to turn it off when I went to get you." My mouth forms an O, and I nod my head taking a step…

Savannah The isolation room was where I spent most of my days, the walls were starch white, the bathroom was limited to a plastic shower door with a very low hanging shower head, a toilet and a mirror bolted to the wall both utilities were white and bland. There was one double paned window with a wooden ledge covered in past patients scrawlings and profanities, the window overlooked the grassy forecourt. The day I went home from Pine rest was a memorable day. It was Sunday and the sun was…