The Mailbox

What Was I Doing I woke up at eight o’clock in the morning like any other day. I got out of the bed and pulled open the curtains to see what a beautiful day it was outside. The sky was crystal blue; the sun was shining, with a slight breeze. I could not have asked for a more perfect day. I went to the kitchen poured a glass of orange juice; and made some bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. Before sitting at the table to eat, I opened the window to feel the cool early morning breeze. While…

had left, it was safer back home but I had a feeling it wouldn’t stay that way. They were convinced it would, so I left with my wife and went off. Apparently, my sister-in-law’s brother left to England some time after. One day, I had checked the mailbox to find a letter from my brother. I had originally thought that it was probably just some letter checking in, asking how I’ve been, the sorta thing. When I opened it and spread it out on the kitchen table, I was surprised of what I read. Things…

She Laughed saying " You'll see sooner or later. Billy Left and when up to his room he wrote another note to his mother. Saying "The landlady does not seem right to him but if you all don’t hear from me something happens ". He put that note in her mailbox and she didn’t know anything about it. When he got back to…

Krogstad is desperately trying to raise his children to redeem himself” (84 Rosefeldt). because also he has committed the same crime as Nora. So he wrote a letter about Nora crimes and slips it in to Torvald’s mailbox. In the play Nora gets uneasy about how she is going to ruin Torvalds job and life so she’s willing to leave her family and Torvalds to not cause them burden. But later on in the play Krogstad sends a second letter that says that he has a change of…

The first theme is the resistance of change. Emily refuses to change she refuses to modernize. She does not let the town put a mailbox in her home. Even though slavery is over she still has a black man that is treated like her slave. Emily’s hair also refuses change, it takes years for her hair to change to gray. Faulkner shows how people fight change until they are forced to give…

A Rose for Emily: The Mad Murderess The short story “A Rose for Emily”, written by William Faulkner. The brand of literature told by Faulkner, Southern Gothic style, which was popular in the nineteenth century. This style emphasized the culture of the south, with hints of post-civil war slavery sentiments and social hierarchies. Faulkner incorporates grotesque themes, such as necrophilia and brings to life odd acting characters with strange behaviors. His protagonist, Emily is no exception…

Now Those Are Some Expensive Socks Mark Cuban is the owner of the Dallas Mavericks. He also owns a plethora of businesses such as Landmark Theaters and Magnolia Pictures. As a personality, he is likely best known for his role as an investor on the television show "Shark Tank." Cuban is also a multi-billionaire and can buy pretty much whatever he wants. Even so, $250,000 is a lot to spend on socks. To be fair, the investment was not for a single pair of high-end golden footies, but for a 20…

followed shouting, “ Wait! I’m sorry! It was an accident! Please, help me find my mommy!” The Little Wolf arrived at the second house made out of palm tree leaves, sand held the new house together and a tightly locked wooden door stood in his path. This mailbox said,”Home of Rusty,” under that it said, “Come any closer and get a knuckle sandwich!” The Little Wolf was frightened but lurched toward the door. Again, he lifted his swollen paw and “Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!” Pounded on the door. This time…

Summary of “Contingent Faculty and Student Learning: Welcome to the Strativersity” In the “Contingent Faculty and Student Learning: Welcome to the Strativersity” article published in Wiley on the Fall2003 Karen Thompson argues that there is a relationship between the weakness of student and having a Contingent Faculty in a university. Thompson is a part time worker on the Rutgers University and he is a member of the national AAUP Committee on Part-Time and Non-Tenure-Track Appointments.…

It was the winter of 1933, I lived in a small house just big enough for me and my family. It's located in Portland Oregon, a beautiful town living in the Great Depression. Our house always smells of smoke from the burning of wood and coals we use to keep warm. The smoke of the fire flies over our house and goes with the wind and gust of snow. From the time I was little my mom knew I would be a hard worker. Dad had taught me all of the jobs boys normally do, so I might have a better life. I was…