Control room

Decorating the house is essential for many parents. Imagination and an open mind are needed to allow you to transform an average lads bedroom into something quite exceptional. The outer space motif resonates nicely with most lads. It is also the most easy to integrate in the boys bedroom. It includes lots of space ships and luminescence, stars. Selecting furniture that reflects outer space can also develops further the motif. A space ship bed may be a perfect pick. You may also contain the…

I conducted most of my observations in Mrs. Christy’s room. Mrs. Christy’s room is a self-contained room. Her students, however, do not demonstrate severe symptoms that you would expect in a self-contained room. Mrs. Christy’s classroom is a combination of grades 4th-5th. She has the students all day except for when they go to specials or recess. Another time she is not with is when a speech therapist or a resource teacher comes to get one or more of her students for a short time. The students…

The bell gave a loud ring as a signal to go to lunch. I fiercely grab my lunch bag and angrily march into line. The rest of the class walked normally to the cafeteria, but I stomped my way there. I felt a pit of hate in my stomach, sitting there like a huge, red ball of fire. How could Mrs. Price act like everything was fine? I at least expected some form of apology from her, but I didn’t get as much as an “I’m sorry.” I had to stand as stiff as a soilder in that awful, ugly, hideous red…

the hall. I knew from horror movies not to go down the hall but this wasn't a horror movie. I walked down the hall and the whisper turned into a person talking, but I couldn’t make out what he or she was saying. At the end of the hallway was an empty room with someone in a chair talking at the wall. “Hello, Mia.” The person said. “Hi, how did you know my name?”I asked the silhouette “Oh, that's not important right now. I want you to know that one of your friends is going to become a couple with…

Looking up at the clock, I notice the big and small hand touch twelve. Midnight. I rub my forehead while examining my fatigued body. My right palm was perspiring to the point that it was difficult to hold my pencil straight without it slipping out. My eyes twitch with the lack of relaxation. I begin to feel dizzy with the hours of focus I have been putting into the finished product. I finally put away my finished math assignment and ready to crash my head into my fluffy pillow of heaven. But…

Sam unlocked the writing desk, whispering “alohomora” and smiled when the spell succeeded. The desk flew open, seemingly empty at first until Dean materialized before Sam. Startled and confused, Sam wasn’t able to react before fake Dean started talking. “Listen to me you bloodsucking freak,” fake Dean paused, taking his time to march over to Sam, meeting him eye to eye as the blood rushed from Sam’s face. “Dad always said I’d have to save you or kill you. Well, I’m giving you fair warning,…

leave, when I decided to mess with some girls. When I saw my name on the board to leave, I decided to grab three girls on their butts before I left. When I got back on Monday, I heard that I didn't get in trouble. Then Mr. Crooke brought me to his room, and I discovered I was in deep trouble with him and my parents. I was suspended for a week. Next thing we knew was that we had to go to Bonds to sign up for the Alternative program and see my teachers. They then told us that I can go to Bonds…

with my thesaurus, waiting for the time when we would be called into the conference room. For weeks I had looked forward to participating in the writing competition. I had spent a week imagining the setting of the room, my competitors, what the topic may be. I wanted to feel the glory of coming in first place, not only for my club and for my school, but for myself. Soon enough the doors opened, and the conference room filled with students from various chapters, schools, and backgrounds. Most…

rushed up the stairs, and got to Sarah’s door, her mind whirling with all of the damage the forceful crash may have caused. She skidded to a stop in front of the door, and nudged it open cautiously, stepping into the pitch-black room. The woman glanced around the room,and took another step forward, tripping clumsily over some clutter on the floor. Cate’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle her yelp, so she wouldn’t wake Sarah, and steadied herself by placing her hand on the cool walls. However, she…

The wind blew open the windows. Conan heard a thump as his bedroom door opened. It was a rainy day, one of the worst storms that Conan and his dad, Billy, had experienced, was happening in France. As Billy came in to wake up Conan the thunder got louder and scarier. Conan woke up to the sight of his dad crying and rested in bed for a while, puzzled, at what was happening. His dad told him that the church was in shambles where they had been doing most of their labor for the past six months. Conan…