If My Heart Had Windows

occupied in examining my past conduct;…

I did not know what to expect. I had a vague idea that maybe we would make some glass and solder it together to create a window. I thought it would be an simplistic quick process, but I soon learned that my assumptions were wrong. After finishing my heart, I started to realize that Stained Glass is a very serious and complex artform. However, I did not fully realize the amount of dedication and hard work required to create this art until finishing my first window. Every step of the process…

I was laying in my bed unable to sleep because of the severe heat. I peered towards the light in the hall only to see my sister soundly sleeping away. Reaching beside my bed I double checked that the window was truly open as the heat seemed to ever increase. Then it dawned on me everyone is asleep in the house but me. Not wanting to lay in my pool of sweat any longer I arose from my bed heading down the hall towards the kitchen. Once there I got a cool glass of water from the refrigerator.…

Stolen Heart You’d think that moving to a new school in the middle of the year would be easy. Easy for who exactly? The house our family moved into was big. Two stories tall, your average four bedroom house. It was in the middle of a rich neighborhood. Surrounded by the nice cars and identical houses. The bedroom I had gotten stuck with was a pale off-white, peach. It was ugly. I wanted something a little more dark, something that actually made me feel comfortable and at home. So I took my…

crinkle as I placed the smooth piece of chocolate between my teeth. I tasted the warmth of the rich milk chocolate and felt the affection of my great grandfather's love. Just like every delectable piece of chocolate melted in my mouth, my heart melted when I found out the news. Each and every moment spent with him will be cherished and always kept close to my heart. Though the chocolate and the heart box may go away, the motivation to pursue my dreams will always stay. I walked through the door…

Mustapha 1 Aya Mustapha Professor Matlock English 1301 12 October 2015 There's Only So Much A Heart Can Take I know i'm different,but that doesn't mean my life needs to be miserable.I can't be myself for one second without someone persecuting me.My parents never really listen to me or even care,all that goes through their mind is work and money.I have to deal with these people not only in school,but online,through texts,and everywhere i go…

Imagine yourself sitting by the window, waiting. Gazing outside with optimism and hope that he will come back. But he does not. Time ticks by slowly, and every second ages your heart rapidly. The bright sun hides as the gloomy clouds eat the sky. Everything is now silent except the beating raindrops on the window. As you stare out the rainy window, you notice water in your peripheral vision, and it is not from the outside. Your heart submerges and everything freezes. Only time sluggishly grudges…

of the “rest cure” treatment. The two main characters of the stories are absolutely isolated from the world they knew, due to their physical or mental health. Both women find freedom through the window in their isolated estate. Whether it was to make the feel free or to express their future, the window represented similar symbolism for both stories. Another thing both stories shared similarities in, was the two husbands. Both husbands of the women, caused harm and depression upon their…

the amazing opportunity they had. Now, after a total of thirty-three hours of traveling, my body flopped on the cheap hotel bed in Athens, Greece. I buried my face in the pillow, waiting patiently my best friend to come in through the door. We planned on rooming together during the trip. Soon enough, the door opened behind me. I kept my head in my pillow, hoping to see my best friend. I lifted my head out of my pillow, to find not my best friend, but Ian Galey. My heart sank a little. I knew Ian…

have been in the Sacred Heart Chapel before. However, this would be my first time going into the St. Mary’s Chapel. When I decided to attend the mass at St. Mary’s Chapel, the first thing that came to my mind were the old memories of my childhood. I attended a catholic elementary school during my childhood. I still the remember the sound of the clock tower and the architecture of the church. There were also certain times where we had to pay to go to church. However, during my childhood years,…