My room has always been really basic. It didn’t really have anything special. The bed was so uncomfortable. The windows didn’t have any curtains, so I always woke up when the sun would shine through. There was a nightstand that was so tiny that an ant wouldn’t even be able to fit on it. There were carpeted floors that smelt horrid, and the walls were painted a dull beige. There wasn’t anything that stood out to me, which was the reason why I was ecstatic when HGTV chose me to have my room completely redone. The best part was that there was an unlimited budget. I decided that I would make it the best room in the universe, and it was going to have all kinds of things. I was very grateful that HGTV decided to choose me to be the lucky person who gets a branch new bedroom. I told the makers of the show all the cool features I would like to have in my remodeled room. I wanted it to be the most unforgettable bedroom anybody would ever see. A few days later, the makers of the HGTV television show made me wait outside my house, while their employees put the final touches on the bedroom. Next, I walked down to my bedroom, while I was being filmed. I wasn’t disappointed when I saw everything that they had done! The bedroom was better than I had expected! I walked into the room and smelt fresh coats of paint. It had tiled floors, which was much better than my carpeted floors. They gave me a brand-new bed to sleep on. I laid on it and I felt like I was lying on a cloud. Then, I
It had a nice aroma, soothing my nose, almost as if the wood was chopped down and assembled into a cabin just before we came in. We came with a big group of different families, and the connection that everyone had was easily noticed. Some of the families had older children and some families had younger. Happily, no matter the age we all still got along as if we were all the same age. We had already been camping for two days, during these two days all the families stayed together.
It was dirty, needed serious repairs around the room, and simply just too disgusting to live there. She was quite frankly disturbed that anyone would ever be forced to live in such a
In my mind’s eye, I can still picture driving from Seagraves, Texas to Orlando, Florida in a brand new Kia that we just got. I remember driving on the overpass above the Mississippi River and how far out of sight it went. We took two long, dreadful days to get to Orlando, but when we got there it was totally worth it. On the first day we got in Orlando my family
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On Monday 06/27/16 at 2148 hours I was dispatched for an assault at Cedar Ridge Apartments located at 30819 124th Ave SE in the City of Auburn, King Co, WA. Dispatch advised the reporting person, Amber Archer, stated a male was hitting children with a cane. When I arrived I observed several people in a group speaking with Officer T. Minkler. Officer Minkler pointed to a male, a stated he was a possible witness and father to one of the victims.
I woke up at six o’clock in the morning and was too excited to go back to sleep. I really tried to go back to sleep, but my heart rate was too high. I got really bored just lying in my bed, so I decided to go wake up my dad. I walked to my mom and dad’s room and gave my dad a light touch on the back. His response was,” Go Back to bed
Pennhurst Asylum By: sarah hill The air stands still as you walk around the decaying buildings. The feeling of something watching you is heavily present in your thoughts. An oder, a damp, musty, moldy odor, fills your nose as you try to peek inside and see what 's in these decrepit buildings.
My favorite room was the bathroom. It had a black and white tile floor, a toilet that flushed with a powerful whoosh, a tub so deep you could submerge yourself completely in it, and hot water that never ran out” (Walls 247). After moving here she completely learned that you should never take anything for granted because life was always so hard for her. She wasn’t
If you were younger, you were more likely to stay with your family, but I wasn't one of the lucky ones. I was all on my own, assigned a barracks to sleep in. It looked more like a shack held together with dirt and wood than a functional building, but it was now my home. There was a thick layer of dust covering my “home”, but no broom to sweep it up with. I laid my clothes out in the shape of a bed for some cushion
The rooms are neat, clean and have adequate space. Ms. Compton reported that although her room is located downstairs, she sleeps upstairs in the guestroom when Comelia is
Moving into the house was difficult because from moment one my first day at the house was bad. When I went
This past summer I went to Holiday Lake 4-H Center for Forestry camp. I went with my best friend Rex. We both waited anxiously as the school year wound down and Camp got closer. It was a week long camp in the mountains. We had the opportunity to learn about forestry, wildlife management, tree identification and management.
The House on Maple street was your ordinary particular house. Fresh orange paint on the shutters, perfectly cut lawn as green as anything you’ve ever seen . There was just one aspect that stood out to me the most. The new neighbor that had just moved in Mr.Wilson who had just moved in from a small wine farm in California, he didn’t really come out that much. If you got the chance to see him it would be him doing something to his house every saturday afternoon for about eight hours.
Identity is often a cornerstone in a many important works of literature. The struggle of a protagonist to reconcile with their identity and the expectations or restrictions that accompany this struggle often mirrors real life endeavors and makes important critiques on social structure. The essay A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf makes an influential claim that a woman’s identity as lesser than a man’s in society prevents her from the opportunity to fill her role as a writer while the novel The Bell Jar written by Sylvia Plath describes a woman’s struggle to reconcile with her expectations as a woman in the 1950s. Both pieces make a statement about the impact of identity and its influence on the women faced with the consequences of these societal expectations.
I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did.