Stop Calling Me

shining , there was a cool breeze, and there were some tiny birds in the trees. I walked to the bus stop. The bus came late as usual. I wonder what it will be this time. A old person crossing the street, a dog jumped out in front of the bus, but it was just that Jerry got stuck in the door again. As usual the bus was quiet ,well except for the girls in the back spreading rumors. The bus jerked to a stop when the bus driver hit the brakes. I got off like everybody else. The school is gray, dull,…

opens and I hop out onto the pavement. There are other kids waiting for the bus too. Kids that are older than I, huddle in a circle next to the red stop sign talking. Brakes squealing, the bus comes to a halt and the kids start moving into the bus. Grabbing my hand, my dad takes me and leads me to the bus. Close behind, my mom follows taking photos of me. We walk up the stairs of the bus and the bus…

technological inventions that are still used today had already been invented. At the same time, however, there was still so much that the world had not yet seen nor expected. E.M. Forster, realizing the longevity of the era of technology, wrote “The Machine Stops,” in which he imagined a futuristic world entirely consumed by “The Machine”—a world that had witnessed incredible technological advances, but had also seen the almost complete reversal of human social skills. Forster uses this…

dismissed concerning the future that seems too far-fetched, incredible, or bizarre to ever be accomplished by humans? What will one day be thought of as prophetic in a hundred years, the way we think about the technological prophecies of The Machine Stops that were laughable at the time it was written? Possibly it is humans colonizing space? It could be being able to travel in time forward and backward, or maybe putting our minds in robots and keeping death at bay forever. Only time will tell…

I was heading home from my girlfriend’s house and it was taking a while. She lived well south of San Francisco and it was a weekend so the trains weren’t running. Instead you had to go to the station and a take a bus but the bus didn’t stop at every station and I had been at the wrong depot so I had to take a bus just to get to the place where I caught the bus and that bus didn’t come for half an hour so I sat on the long pews with the other passengers and waited for my ride home. I only saw my…

road through the Ozarks of Missouri in the early hours of a winter’s night; it was frigid. I was wearing only jeans and a flight jacket. In the back of the bus, two old guys shared a paper bag between them. Well, being only seventeen they seemed old to me. The smell of booze and rancid men invaded the bus for a long ride from Kansas City to Fort Leonard Wood Missouri, through the Ozarks. The sun was starting to come up, but the temperature was still below freezing; there was not even so much as…

1. During group time, T along with the rest of his group were given the instructions by the gym teacher. She said, “I want you to see how many pull ups you can do. Don’t stop when you begin feeling pain, try and see if you can hold it a little longer.” T was the first person in his group to go. Before T went up to the bar, he turned his head half way to the side, just for his friend to see his face. He smirked and then quickly turned his head around and leaped toward the bar. The teacher asked T…

The Machine Stops” is a story that tells about a mother and son, Vashti and Kuno, living in a dystopian society where machines controlled everything and were made to care for an individual in isolation. Food and water is dispensed from the machine and all communication including personal, professional, and educational is done through a monitor. In this society, no one is allowed to leave his or her room without a temporary permit. If they did something that was deemed illegal, has punishment…

the author pushes the idea and importance of pushing through the obstacles and inconveniences one finds in life. Hughes uses syntax to advise the son of the idea that life is difficult but can be overcome. As the speaker, the mother says, “Life for me…

The current intersection we have in place is called a four-way stop where traffic is controlled by human discretion of giving the right of way to pedestrians and whoever stops first. Consequently, if there is a constant flow of pedestrians, then the cars and bikes will have to yield to all of them. This causes drivers and bikers to weave in between the gaps of pedestrians…