All throughout middle school when we were assigned to read a novel I would dread it. My perspective of reading for enjoyment soon changed when I was in eighth grade. Mrs. Benavides, my eighth grade language arts teacher, assigned our class to read The Outsiders, and I coursed I was complained in my head, I don’t want to read (actually pretend to read and then use Sparknotes) another lame book. The first day we got the book we were all told to read chapters 1 through 3, and this time all of the kids in my class complained and I wasn’t the only one. So, there I was at home in front of my computer typing in “the outsiders by S.E Hinton”, into Google, and the top search that popped up was a link to the movie on Youtube.
An icing of dusted had covered the books and shelves. The damp smell grew stronger the closer he got to the books. Aaron slanted his head to get a better look at the titles. Some of the titles read as Pride and Prejudice, Tale of Two cities, and Dead Souls, all of them were in hardcover; unfortunately, the covers had been victim to time. Out of curiosity, Aaron grabbed the book, Tale of Two cities, off the shelves; The pages fell out of the book and hit the floor.
In other words, they are spending so much time watching television that they are thinking their family in in their television screens. The characters on the wall speak to Mildred, and she is always sucked in their drama so she pays very little attention to Montag or to the world around her. Montag thinks of his wife as "a little girl in a forest without trees" (44), which conveys that Mildred is very disconnected from Montag and lost. On top of that, her television screens are three screens in which cover the walls completely leaving only one free wall where she wants to add a fourth
Archer Morales was the one who was standing in front of me and he was most certainly not dead. He looked very much alive. Well rather annoyed, but still alive. “This has got to be some horrible nightmare that I’m having,’’ I say as I stand up and start pacing. “And you are obviously still dead and I’ll just be back in my bedroom, ready to start another boring day at our idiotic school.” “Gosh, you're weird,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
In English, I felt listless and ready to fall asleep. I glanced out the window. Once again rain was thrashing outside, and the sky was a surprising, saturated shade of dark blue. Ms. Valentine was turned, faced towards the whiteboard and began writing. We had returned to our reading of Macbeth, and despite my fondness for literature, I couldn’t be any less enthusiastic.
It brings rest and darkness and cold and it can be filled with stronger emotions. Night is when all our demons come out to play. I spent all of Friday, from day and light till night and darkness reading the novel Night By Elie Wiesel. Reading this book at night was a challenge, because sometimes it felt as if the room was full of ghosts, all peeking over my shoulder and reading along side me. I’m not an overly superstitious person but several times while I was reading I had to set the book down and process, shivering all the while.
She had hoped her manager would let her off early, but it was looking like she would be staying late. She glanced around the empty dining room lazily. The rain pelted the large Plexiglas windows making a constant buzzing that drilled into Laci’s skull. A few yards down the steps leading up to the diner she could vaguely make out Seward
The rain has always been a thing that could put me to sleep at the drop of a hat, in fact it’s my favorite weather. I swiftly changed my clothes so that I didn’t catch a cold and I sat down on the couch, pulling my homework out from my bookbag. Math equations filled my head but I still couldn’t concentrate. I stared out the window again, the rain luring me in. I sat my homework down and got up to look out the window again.
It was a worn book but not an old book, I did not understand why she did not like it. In a last attempt, I edged the book across the table, towards the 7 year old girl in front of me. “Come on, give it a try”, I begged, “Don’t you read at school?” “I hate school”, she cries out as she scribbles on her coloring book. I turned towards her, ready to push the topic even more, but she had her eyes trained on the flower garden, having already forgotten about our conversation. I sighed and stacked the book back with the others.
Phillip puts me in his pencil bag and that is where I wait all night. It can get lonely sometimes when your only company is Pencil and Pen, but they are usually talking about the exciting new pencil that never talks. When I try to come into their conversations, I usually get a, “You’re interrupting us!” “Just be patient!” “Is that you again?” And more like that. So that just leaves me to wait until Phillip wants to use me for other important jobs, but
As I walked down the hall I heard Ethan and Sam, another patient in my ward very old and an lovable being talking in a very low tone, I hid behind a door to hear their conversation. Ethan asks Sam, “I saw you escaping last night and returning with those flowers on your bed.” Sam was denying this while the flowers were on his bed, then turned around and responded to Ethan. “I will help you too but you have to promise to get me a new flower each time.” Ethan nodded his head. “Alright, every night the security guard falls asleep so when he sleeps, I pick the keys and go out. But make sure not over two hours.” Ethan agreed to follow through his whole plan and Sam was going to assist him for the first time, while demanding.
Being a freshman in college is already hard enough, but joining a club is more of a push if you do not know many people at all . Lexcie Lewis was very anti social , had fews friends, and didn’t really care too much about joining clubs, because she felt she did not have the time to do so. In high school, Lexcie was always the quiet one that no one really new. She wasn’t so quiet, she just did not socialize with many. At home, she never went out and she was of a family person, she enjoyed staying home.
How did you feel when doing your research? Honestly I felt terrible. I come home at 4:00 so I just wanna lay in bed and eat nachos and watch Youtubers and not do anything. Also because of being in two English classes and doing essays and just everything was piling on top of each other and it caused me to have panic attacks and stress. How difficult or easy was it to find information?