Staring

archetype, Miss Pross is the platonic ideal archetype, and Madame Defarge is the monster archetype. Lucie Manette is the nurturer archetype because she helps others and is compassionate about it. “Not yet trusting the tones of her voice… as he sat staring at her.” (Dickens 41). She had also cared and listened to Sydney Carton as he expressed his love and thought to her. “’Since the state of your mind that you describe… Have I no power for good, with you all?’” (Dickens 143). She is a caring…

When my senior year of high school started, I knew it was going to fly by quick. My grades were always perfect so I knew I had nothing to worry about. I took a bulk of rigorous classes. It was necessary that I took eight classes, and four of them were Advance Placement courses, and one was one duel enrolment. The other three were core curriculum courses. It sounds like way too much, but it was fairly easy. However, there was one course that always stressed me out, Advance Placement Chemistry 2.…

A conventional question a stranger inquires about to better understand a newly met stranger is “What religion are you?” For me, I would instantly respond “Sikh”, and then exude a quick smirk staring at my querier who then, with a bewildered look, responds, “You're sick? Feel better, but what religion are you?” In an effort to save speech and time, I simply type in “Sikhism” onto Wikipedia’s homepage and have my newfound friend briskly glance over the first summary paragraph on the webpage. As he…

Prologue The docks were busy. Men bustled around, tossing nets into barges and slipping coins into pockets with wary glances. One man in particular stood at the edge of the docks, looking down into the water. He swayed forward a little, as though contemplating jumping in, then pulled back. Another man sidled up to the first, his dark, slick hair and glinting eyes contrasting with the other’s full red beard and downcast blue eyes. “For a minute I thought you weren’t going to show up,” the…

I gave my heritage speech on my dad who is my biggest role model on Wednesday, February 7th, 2018. The purpose of this speech was to talk about someone important to me and share their personality, adventures, and lessons learned from them. Before the speech I felt very nervous and shaky. I felt like I didn’t know what I was going to say even though I had practiced it over and over. I believe I followed my outline in terms of structure and planning. I got to say a little bit about everything I…

CHAPTER TWO The City of Locked Doors Eleven Months Later The sky was an opaque, gray-brown color; a thick fog enveloped the city like a wet, sepia blanket, starving the populous of a fresh breath, or ray of slanted sunlight. Seldom was there a variation in hue from horizon to opposite horizon, it was stubbornly blended, one single, dull color through and through. Oblivious to the gloom of the outdoors, a tall man with fair, curly hair reclined thoughtfully in his black office chair. His mind…

time, unlike the Poison Exhibit app. I did download the app (disclaimer, it will drain your phone battery due to the amount of pictures it updates) but I didn’t use it very much while at the museum. I wanted to be present in the museum and not be staring at my phone the entire time. Once I got home, I did play around with Art Lens, and it has some interesting features: you’re able to select galleries and view professional photos of the pieces, if you open a certain photo the app will tell you…

How long have you been on the road”(McCarthy)? McCarthy is asking this question to someone the boy and man meet along their quest to find joy and salvation. However, this is asking the reader to ask oneself the same question concerning acts of hatred or malice. It brings up the thoughts of one's actions and how they do not just affect the perpetrator and the one being acted upon, it can also change the views of bystanders. This is what violence does, it gets in the minds of others, causes people…

Imagine this, you’re just a young three year old boy, and you stand staring out the window, hours on end. You continue to wait and eventually nighttime falls. Finally, you start drifting off, oh how closing your eyes feels so wonderful at this time, even though you feel shame and heartbreak. Just then you see headlights take a left and pull into your graveled driveway. The wait is over, hours of staring out the window have ended and a man opens the door gets out one leg at a time, and starts…

how much he resembled a raisin. Nevertheless, I was happy to meet this strange little person. Currently five months old, he is only good, and I use the word good very lightly, at four things: pooping, crying, eating, and worst of all, staring. After all the staring contests I have had with Adam, I am almost certain he does not blink. I truly do love my baby brother, but it was through him I realized that having kids is something I am just not meant to…