Spongebob Short Story Analysis

“You shouldn’t answer the phone when we have guests, it’s very rude.” He rolls his eyes, and huffs out a breath of air.

When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again. He didn’t want me to have a fate like Johnny’s. Don’t think about it, I said to myself. Johnny has been dead awhile. Don’t think about it now. I reached our house and walked in through the front. Soda was sitting on the couch, watching the television.

In the short story “My side of the story by Adam Bagdasarian, there is a boy that has views on justice and fair play. Along with his brother Skip, the boys learn that lack of sympathy and selfishness can get the boy in trouble. I will show you what the author really wanted the reader to learn from this essay. Overreacting to a situation doesn’t allow for understanding and for one to solve the issue. It also creates a cycle of misunderstanding.

Most people of academic achievement ought to be able to readily cite a vast number of supportive mentors. John Donne recognized this through one of his works, stating that “no man is an island”. I am no outlier to this trend, for I have an immensely helpful family, superb educators, and friends that share similar interests in the world of science. However, I would like to concentrate on a rather unsuspecting part of my schooling as having the highest impact: my junior high music teacher. Amidst my life fixated on textbook education, she forced me to never be complacent, to hold high behavioral standards, and to passionately pursue the flighty sparks of inspiration.

Sitting down in the English Classroom, his dark, thick, curly hair waves like a black sea. As Prashanth sits with his legs parallel to the floor and his mind open to my questions, he recalls his past experiences when he would play the piano, in his house. As his eyes grow stale and his mind wanders off into a long past world, he slowly recollects these great times.

Eric was observed in the living room of his home with his sitter present. As the observation started, the sitter brought out several toys including a bag of blocks. She opened the bag and dumped the blocks out. She then asked Eric if he wanted to build a tower. He responded by saying, “A choo choo train” and repeated this several times. She helped him to build a train. As they built Eric counted “1,2,3,4,5,6”. He then said, “I wanna see _____ Choo choo.” The middle words were not recognizable. He pushed some of the blocks along the floor. Eric then stacked several blocks. As he stacked them, he was heard to sing quietly. His sitter stated that he was singing a song that he had learned at church. The sitter then said, “Let’s drive

"No, there really are five notes. Just give it a shot and I 'll come back later," he insisted, as I sat quietly in awe at this new form of music.

I check my phone, aghast to see that it is already nine. I wolf down a thickly buttered bagel and in no time we are on the water. Uncle Vinney is the captain of the boat and an avid fisherman. “Look at the size of this one,” is his classic line as he opens his phone and slides though the pictures of recent fish that he’s caught. “Ka-plunk”. We drop the anchor, stopping the boat in shallow sandy area where we can spend the afternoon. With little hesitation we are in the water. Splashing fights are immediate, but soon we start an organized game of tag while the grownups relax and prepare lunch aboard the boat. Sandwiches in the cooler, our parents make their way into the water too. Aunty’s scream scares me. I can’t see her, but I can tell that she’s on the far side of the boat. Uncle Vinney and my father come to the same conclusion and rush to her side. What was once a relaxing afternoon on the water is juxtaposed with frantic commotion as Chris is hauled aboard the boat. “Mom, it’s not good,” I hear Chris say. “I can’t feel anything”. Someone calls an ambulance which meets us when we make it to shore. Chris is lifted onto a stretcher by the EMTs who rush him into the ambulance. Uncle Vinney and Aunt Kathy join him. Their faces stricken with grief as the doors slam shut. As the ambulance pulls away my mind continues to spin. “What just happened?” I wonder as I sit down on a white lawn chair on the

Squidward could’ve also been the person who murdered Mr. Krabs. Evidence #20 states that Squidward witnessed spongebob enter the Krusty Krab and waited an hour to go investigate after he heard Mr. Krabs scream. If Squidward had seen Spongebob enter the Krusty Krab, then he should have been able to see him exit. Also, why would he wait an hour to go investigate instead of going immediately after he heard the

"Hello, where is everyone? I have never seen a beach so deserted before, not even in my dreams," he said. When the crab made no answer, Cousin wondered if it was even capable of speech, but continued on more slowly.

Aquamarine: Come on, let 's go Pearl! Indigo is calling us, we have to go quick! What do you think Indigo is going to say? Maybe tell us there is a cure on the House of Wildflower? Have you heard the news?

“Sure!” Casper said excited. They walked fastly until they finally got to the lake. They ran onto the old bridge that creaked when they took every step. They sat there for a while and watched the waves crash and crash.

As Phillip K. Dick had once said, “Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.” This quote tells one that the paranoia of a person can change how everything can be perceived. Since the paranoia a person has can cause them to think in absurd ways and react differently to what happens around them, they are essentially using their paranoid mind to change their perception of reality. In Ken Kesey’s One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest and J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, paranoia and its effects become prevalent themes in each of the novels. The narrators, Chief Bromden in Kesey’s novel, and Holden Caulfield in Salinger’s tale, are shown to be affected by their paranoia frequently throughout each story. Therefore, paranoia acts as

One of my fondest memories has always been waking up every day of summer to the slight hint of sound of the Beach Boys’ “Surfin’ USA” playing in the backround of my whole entire house. That melody, in my house, meant my Dad was going surfing. Technically, he was blasting that song in the garage while waxing his surfboards, but it was so loud that it would echo into the house. If I wasn’t lazy, I would jump out of bed, eat the bacon he made me knowing I would wake up ready to surf with the “Beach Boys” cue, and then hop into the car to go surfing with him. My dad grew up, and still is, obsessed with the Beach Boys, therfore, I grew up always listening to them. Most of the time, I was with my dad during the summer. What makes the Beach Boys sound

Once upon a time, there was a dinosaur named Cindersaurus. Cindersaurus had a happy life until her mother died. Her father remarried a seemingly nice T-Rex, but unfortunately, he died shortly after. Cindersaurus’ stepmother turned out to be an extremely evil lady. She forced Cindersaurus to work and clean for her and her daughters. Cindersaurus was considered ugly because she never got pink scales from her family. Her family hated and mistreated her.