The Mailbox

February seasonal temperatures in Napa Valley can be remarkably cool and wet, especially in the Spring Mountain District, high above the town of St. Helena. The mountainside vineyard elevations are anywhere from 400 to 2100 feet and rainfall is usually abundant during the winter season, although much of California has experienced drought conditions the past three years. However, the northern part of the state, especially those areas north of the Golden Gate, have received a respectable amount of…

starting a routine of exercising four days a week for at least thirty minutes each day as well as work on communication skills. I specifically plan to change my behavior and cut out all soda out of my diet, dedicate my time to exercise, walk to the mailbox daily regardless, and express my feelings rather than keeping them private. Working…

“The Wasps’ Nest” by James L. Rosenberg initially describes an unpleasant situation wherein the persona finds a nest of wasps in his mailbox. As the persona explores the tension in his relationship with the wasps, a disjointed, broken rhythm is conveyed through the uneven syntax of the poem and the line length. Rosenberg demonstrates the fundamental link between man and nature to which power becomes a dominant concern. Rosenberg uses the idea of the nest as a small-scale model of the human…

Edie waits by the mailbox everyday until she finally realizes the letter is not coming. It is now close to the end of the short story and Edie has still not found a husband. You start to feel sorry for Edie and you are a little curious whether or not she'll find the one. This…

I looked out the window to see the USPS mail van pulling up to my mailbox. I look back at my television playing Doctor Who. When a thought comes into my mind, what if that is the package I have been waiting for. I reach for the silver and black Comcast remote to pause the show. I pause it, put the remote back on my bed and got up. When I get to the door, I realize it was raining out so I ran to the mailbox, got the mail with my package and ran back inside. When I got back I opened the letter…

other languages of childhood. Learning in the Reggio Emilia centers is connected with children's real lives. For example, each child has a mailbox, and messages and pictures are exchanged as a natural part of the school day. For younger children, a photo of the child identifies his or her mailbox. For older children, the photo plus the child's name is on the mailbox. Children see the postal worker delivering…

right now,” I said. “That’s fine I’ll eat with you,” said my grandma. After breakfast, I got dressed and walked outside to check the mailbox. “Anything interesting in there,” said a voice. “Nah, not really, wait who is that,” I said confused. “I’m down here,” called out the voice. I looked around and saw the small, fluffy dog I saw last night, right beside the mailbox pole. “Woah, are you talking?” “You never heard a dog talk before,” the pup said. “Honestly no, never, until now,” I said. “I…

In this course my fellow classmates and I had to complete 6 hours of volunteering at a local area, whether it was at a nursing home, food bank, or helping at a local organization. I took the opportunity to volunteer at the Frederick 4H Therapeutic Riding Program. This program offers individuals with disabilities to ride a horse in order to build their social skills, build their motor skills, and give them confidence. This organization states, “Our Mission is to encourage and provide Frederick…

University of Alabama’s Neuroscience program was from a letter a woman I barely knew claimed was mine. This letter (Sent after a 2012 Big 10 Expo) had fallen into the wrong hands, thanks to the mailman and had travelled great distances from mailbox F to mailbox G. Serendipity I thought, after warily accepting my truant mail (lest it was another bill), as said letter offered a unique program tailored to fit my interests before my search for graduate programs in neuroscience ever began. From my…

the heck! It didn't work! "OK, here comes BEAR HAND!" I use my watch to change my hand to a bear’s hand. The door broke. I went toward the mailbox. The mailbox was opened and there were a lot of ads and envelopes in it. I threw all the ads into the trash can, got in the elevator with the rest of stuff from the mailbox and took it to floor…