Friday Night Lights

She spent sleepless nights submerged in thoughts about writing the biography of her own destiny herself. Though, sometimes, competition around her did blind her sight with foam and bubble, she tried her best to be adamant of her ways and not let the dogmatic preachers force…

1) Describe Figure 1. (10 points) Figure 1 describes the photosynthetic light response between Beech and Oak plantations grown in patch harvest and shelterwood habitats, more clearly the comparison of photosynthetic rates v.s. light intensity response. As shown, Oak in patch harvest and Beech in shelterwood are having more photosynthetic efficiency in contrast to the remaining two, Beech in patch harvest, and Oak in shelterwood, having low effiency. Further proven by the slopes of the curves,…

darkness at night. He effectively build his argument by using personal anecdotes, simile, appealing to emotions and logic,and offering solutions. Paul begins introducing his article by using personal anecdotes and memories. He remembers having the opportunity to see nighty skies and meteors, but unfortunately children in United States today are unable to have this opportunity. This is for the reason that usually all life evolved to the steady rhythm of bright days and dark nights. But…

shortages of supplies and the blackouts are increasing. In addition, the characters are affected in the setting because, without lights, they won’t be able to survive. Jeanne DuPrau states, “...they were reminded of something they preferred not to think about: that someday the lights of the city might go out and never come back on” (Pg. 5). The city of Ember’s lights constantly flicker out now, and the people are beginning to realize the danger that lies in the future. Ember is a dystopian…

The sky is blue, morning blue, when the sun is just rising, at about 6 o’clock. The chilly Autumn morning made me feel safe as I peered out the dew lined window. Leaves blew across the street, yet not too many because it's early in the season. Its nice to look out, seeing the smoke come out of the chimneys from the warm homes where everyone is asleep this sunday morning. Then out of the corner of my eye, amongst the beautiful fall scenery and warm houses was a guy, creeping out the back mill…

The first image I will be analyzing is a cover of The Handmaid’s Tale, Bloomsbury Edition. The combination of white and rouge creates a simple contrast between the background and the content. This contract draws the reader’s attention to the title of the book. However, the slightly grey vines also distracts the reader’s eyes by leading them away from the text. I believe this design would work better if the vines were drawn in an even darker grey. The repeated usage of the vine design above and…

He was lost. There was no question about it. At first, the jungle had seemed a nice enough place, full of peculiar yet interesting birds and animals, and strange species of smoke expelling plants which grew in all random corners of the sharp rigid landscape. But now as the day began to grow darker and darker, his senses became more and more alert, and he began to play tricks on himself wondering whether it was just the ruffling of giant leaves which grew on the odd, violet coloured plants that…

Voyage 35050 Thunder crackles in the middle of the night as I try to fall asleep. I roll in hopes of finding comfort on the hard floor. No luck as usual. I then sit on the floor and stair at the darkness that fills this ship. A thought suddenly rushes to my head. “Dad, dad, dad I have a an idea stop just open your eyes and listen.” I whisper. “Can’t you see I'm sleeping?” dad responds. “No one can sleep with all the coughing, crying and thunder. Just please listen.” I reply. “Nadim, can’t you…

7.09 am, I was awake. Greeted by the blinding light of the morning sun shining through my bedroom window and welcomed into the chaos by the erratic beating of my own. It had taken exactly 10 hours for Sudbury to die away. I sat there thinking, something I often do. I had large gaps of memory. I thought back to day that marked the end of humanity, or I thought so. A journalist’s voice droned on from by bedroom radio, but I wasn’t listening. Tony Blair has said remarkable progress is being…

bed, in a room he didn’t remember being his, with a view out the window that he hadn’t seen before. Rising out of his bed, he took some time to remember what happened. The first flashback was only another one of the several nightmares he had every night. The second one, which he remembered happening only a few days ago, had been quite different to the first one. It wasn’t sad like the first one, but it wasn’t happy either. But all he knew was that it filled him with…