My heart started pounding, and my hands started to sweat. The majority of the way I was feeling was influenced by the thought in my head of getting judged by the members of the group. I thought that they would have been able to tell that I wasn’t there because I have an alcoholic issues and I was afraid that they would call me out on it. Although, I had unsettled feelings towards the meeting, I was also excited to experience something that is out of my comfort zone. To hear about peoples
and I had to bring my emotions all the way down to this point where my heart was like about to burst. I had to look like I was about to cry. So it was a really hard scene to film but I was happy because I got to film it with Carter. It was very
My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely.
Mid-December on a Friday morning the most unexpected situation brought harsh feelings towards me. I found out I did not make the District 's All-City Honor Band. Every year before that day, I have always achieve a chair in the honor band since I have been playing the clarinet. That disappointment hit my heart the deepest and hardest way possible because that morning I woke up certain I made the band. I took the failure hard with all kinds shenanigans with negative thoughts and feelings.
When I’m no longer pretty. No, don’t laugh, what I mean is … when Torvald doesn’t love me as much as he does now. When he no longer enjoys watching me dancing and dressing up and reciting little poems.”” (Isben, 342) He gets angry with her and tells her that she is a hypocrite and a liar.
The story had me baffled because I first read it as a literal story, when in fact, it is an allegory meant to be interpreted for a deeper meaning. I think a lot of readers would share this same feeling at first, because without the proper background knowledge, the poem is not sensible. Upon adjusting my thinking, the poem felt uncomfortable to me at first. Rosetti uses extremely graphic language, like “She sucked and sucked and sucked the more…She sucked until her lips were sore” (234-236).
When my name was called I answer big voice and I cheer up myself again. However I made mistakes twice times in singing test because I weak harmony. I was hasty but I take over the audition. I was so depressed
We may be impressed by their capacity to cry on cue or to reach emotional heights, but just watching someone feel gets boring pretty quickly if they haven 't been able to make us care about the story. It 's like a former acting coach once said, " When
As I start walking down the cold and dark stairs of the catacombs I think to myself, why did I want to see the Amontillado? Maybe he didn’t buy it maybe he did? My drunk thoughts really got to me and I was just confusing myself. I want to stop walking because I am afraid that he might do something. “Montressor, I need to take a break from walking my back is starting to hurt”, I said trying to sound hurt.
It seemed a little uncanny to me, and I listened to her breathlessly. I did not quite like it, and thought it better not to keep her mind on the subject, so we drifted on to other subjects, and Lucy was like her old self again.” Once more, Stoker’s audience can see that Mina has set up a division in Lucy’s identity as a means to disassociate her with all of the horrific peculiarities going on with
The prosecutor started to chip away at her learning that she has a short temper and is easily angered. She got frustrated after being repeatedly told to repeated herself and to speak up. She showed these signs by fidgeting, shifting her weight from side to side and the signs she showed on her face. This could make the jury question her statements if it shows she can’t control herself.
I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.