My Room Essay

eyes wide open. He leaves the room quickly as possible and the doors room shuts loud. I see no one is paying attention to what is happening except me. I am the only one. I see the boy places a bowl of milk gently on the veranda just outside the open doors. I sense a little bit of auspiciousness now because everyone here in India should know the meaning to milk in a bowl. And there is only one meaning to it which is that there is a bait snake. I look around the room to see if there is a…

afternoon and the heat in Mr. Martin's room felt as if we were next to the sun. The schools maintenance crew always kept the furnace on the highest setting possible. “So class what did we talk about yesterday ?” said Mr. Martin as he takes out the 590 page textbook on accounting and finance. “We talked about how to find assets, liabilities and owner's equity,” says Ms. Know” it all in the front of the classroom.” As Mr. Martin begins his lesson, I quietly whisper to my best friend Jake, “Hey…

Memoir: My Final Tour Change is the inevitable death of everything familiar. I had seen those words somewhere, but as I walked down the dark sidewalk, I could not remember where. The air was chilling and caused my breath to puff out like steam plumes that disappeared faster than they arrived. I thought the weather was fitting for my emotions and what I was going to do. I had been yearning for a final tour of my childhood home I felt extremely connected to. We were abruptly kicked from our home…

this time something was different; I could sense that this was no burnt-ramen epidemic. As I exited my room and entered the stairwell, I was greeted with the oddly eerie tone of systematic mumbling echoing up all four stories of the building’s brick corridor. Upon exiting the building, resident assistants armed with megaphones ensured that everyone was present and organized according to floors and room numbers. After everyone was accounted for, the uneasy crowd was shushed, and a man in military…

bag stuffed of my absolute favorite things I just could not leave behind, only to be told to put them back and that I did not need any of it where I was going. My grandmother’s porch light was the only thing that illuminated the pitch black sky. She was watching us leave with a pained look on her lightly wrinkled face. Where were we going? I had no clue. I just wanted to go wherever my mother went. The wind was nipping at my winter coat as we left for what I thought was just a visit. My mother,…

the stench of rotten garbage and death. It smelled horrid. It was unbearable. The room I was in was pitch black, But it seemed that the walls were painted plain white, with no windows and no light. There was a wooden floor stained and old it looked as if tomato juice was spilled on the floor...or that’s what I hoped it was. The room I was in seemed small but had an empty feel in it. I see a bed and a bookcase in the room. But I can’t see a light switch of any kind. I finally got the nerve to…

Cast away on Koh Lipe If you asked me what my favourite kind of accommodation is, I would probably say: my own little bungalow with a bit of a hippie vibe, right on the beach with large windows to overlook the ocean, right next to a great restaurant. A bonus would be a Spa, Yoga, Kayak, Snorkelling and Diving. Well, guess where I am right now. Castaway is a small resort on Koh Lipe, the southern most island of Thailand. The bungalows are arranged around an adorable restaurant with a bar and a…

The Night That Changed My Life I raised my window shade to reveal a magnificent view from above. I observed the multi-lane highway occupied with several vehicles traveling in each direction and broad trees covered in snow, to the mysterious stagnant ocean scattered with icebergs. It was winter break in New England and my family and I were en route towards Miami, where an immense cruise ship, the Allure of the Seas, was waiting for us. I was ecstatic for the adventure my family and I were…

was crisp and chilly. I met my friends on the way down the stairwell of my apartment building, and we had a conversation about the date. It was Friday the 13th. They told me that there was a movie called Friday the 13th, and that the day was bad luck. I laughed and joked about it until we got to school. Everything was normal until it was time for recess when it took an unexpected turn for the worst. I was playing basketball with my friends when I got distracted by my friend calling me, and I got…

In this paper I will describe what it is I will do in my profession. This is a profession that has been a long time in the making. When I was young, my passion was anything mechanical. Things such as: building blocks, drawing, sculpting, small engines, vehicle design, etc. It wasn’t until recently that I truly began the quest for my profession. In a year in a half time I hope to land my dream job doing what I love, Engineering. The life of a service, electrical, or program engineer is quite…