Stone Table

was a failure. When she gave him the consequence of sitting at the dining room table without eating with everyone, but she gave in and allowed him to eat. At which point, I explained that it was not a failure, because he did not get what he wanted which was the ability to sit upstairs and watch television throughout dinner. Which would have normally been an option. Miss Orbach to sends the children away from the table when she gets too worked up. So, the go upstairs and watch TV. 4. Susan did…

routine the students follow. The student put their water bottles and lunch boxes away on the shelves and put their head down on the table. The teacher calls them table-by-table to go drink water. When J.H entered the classroom, he hugged Ms. H and put his lunch box away while making dinosaur’s sounds. J.H kept his water bottle with him and drank his water at the table. At this point, every student has their head down on the…

Some kids might find starting middle school to be a very stressful time and some might find starting middle school to be the best learning experience or a living hell. Natalia Gonzalez was only 10 years old when she started middle school. Starting 6th grade was very new to her, there were plenty of things to get used to including, , being in a school that goes up to 8th grade, having activities with the older kids, and teachers are more strict with turning in your homework and might not be as…

We will have a bar and a bartender that will have a tablet that will let him know how to make drinks he never heard of and he will interact with the guest. Second thing is you can pay at your table and tip on the monitor. Now many of you are probably wondering what is the SWOT and who are we going after. First let me talk about the SWOT. First off the Stregnt is that we are new and we get you food out to you fast. We are building a brand starting…

their picture, they were told to find and sit at the table that matched their picture. This was done to even out the distribution of the teachers, who tend to stick to their own center co-workers. This process also assured that there was diversity and a mix of cultures at each table. Each table was then given a group leader from the staff of center directors, family advocates, or head teachers. The facilitator of the meeting then asked each table leader to conduct introductions. This consisted…

PERSONAL NARRATIVE: I feel the lights hit my face as I nervously make my way to the Steinway at the center of the stage. Sitting down, I adjust the bench and start to warm up. The judge sits adjacent to me, staring over her paper. She says, “whenever you’re ready,” and I start with the first few notes of the Chopin prelude I’ve been working on for an entire year now. Feeling the music progress exactly as I’ve practiced it for months now, I finish and bow. I hear the applause in the background,…

Everybody has an Uncle Leroy. My Uncle Leroy shows up at Thanksgiving and touches on the drumstick before the turkey makes it to the table. He prefers the drumstick on the right side as the creature faces to the south with cornbread stuffing packed firmly between its legs. In general, you try not to look at my uncle’s face and big belly when he grins or laughs. His eyebrows are uncontrolled, bushy and seem to have a life of their own. Once you look, you stare and find yourself stuck as he…

standing up. He walks over to the front door and puts his coat back on. Without looking back, he walks out, as he often does when a difficult situation arises. Jackie begins to cry loudly. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and puts it on the table, before walking out of sight, into the bedroom. Focus goes to the phone. After a few seconds, it buzzes and the screen lights up. The name comes into focus first: Mrs. Pamel. The text then comes into focus: Call me soon, dear! INT. BEDDROOM –…

Mr. Richard Jenkins attended the eight o’clock service at his local church every single Sunday. Each week without fail, he sat in the third row, looking carefully polished, just as he had the Sunday before that, and the Sunday before that, and just as he would next Sunday, too. His jacket was clean and pressed, his shoes had been polished until they were gleaming, his bowtie had been tied perfectly around his starched collar, and his hat was placed neatly upon his head. He was clean-shaved, his…

“May I?” Caides looked up from the day’s notes, reiterating several ideas in his workbooks. A Radiant – one from the meetings – beckoned towards the open seat. The sentinel nodded, returning to work. The silence was comfortable, the clergyman ordering something to eat then resuming his seat. Caides’ eyes flicked up every now and then to examine him; the Radiant sat easy in his simple clothing, the insignia of his cult on his chest. A peculiar mark sat on each shoulder of the smock, a triangle…