surroundings.
surroundings.
We arrived at the hospital to find Mrs. Girroir and her twin fourteen year old daughters sitting in the waiting room. The odor of antiseptic clogged my nose; we walked into Mr.Girroir’s room and as I listened to Mrs. Girroir explain what happened I couldn’t help but feel that even though we were…
- I like how the author uses a humerous tone to describe how empty the church was because he wasn't that excited about being there. Also in these sentences he used good imagery, I can imagine how the setting is.…
“The restaurant was shaped like a big bottle, though squatter than a real bottle, and on its cap was a revolving figure of a grinning boy who held a hamburger aloft. One night in mid-summer they ran across, breathless with daring, and right away someone leaned out a car window and invited them over, but it was just a boy from high school they didn’t like. It made them feel good to be able to ignore him. They went up through the maze of parked and cruising cars to the bright-lit fly-infested restaurant, their faces pleased and expectant as if they were entering a sacred building that loomed out of the night to give them what haven and what blessing they yearned for. They sat at the counter and crossed their legs at the ankles, their thin shoulders rigid with excitement, and listened to the music that made everything so good: the music was always in the background like music at a church serve, it was something to depend on.”…
At the introduction of the essay, Mr. Brown does a great job of emotionally and visually pulling the reader into his work. By giving a detailed description of how him and his grandmother use to “walk the tree-lined sidewalks down to the neighborhood grocery store”, Brown creates a descriptive visual for his readers. He talks about how the grocer knew his grandmother by name, and how the man would lift him on his shoulders to pet the giant buffalo head mounted on the shops wall.…
In most cases evil wins the battle but never wins the war. The quote “In literature, evil often triumphs but never conquers." This has been proven as valid, in both books Macbeth and in Black & White. In Macbeth, Macbeth kills the king however he gets killed. In Black & White both boys steel to pay their senior dues. They are both punished according to their racial ethnicity. This is proven as valid in Black & White when the boy of African decent was automatically blamed for the crime. They’re for, learning their lessons. If you do not learn the lessons on your own, life will teach them to you the hard way.…
Every sight, smell, sound, feel. The agony of waiting in the emergency room as her father and sister struggled to explain what had happened. Their mother had suffered a stroke, a devastating one, which claimed three-fourths of her functioning brain. She didn't want to believe it. Sitting there in the chaotic waiting room, she reflected on how different that day had turned out from her expectations of it. How sudden it all was. And how tragic.…
The social isolation experienced by the persona in I had been hungry all the years is contrasted with her desire to belong to society, and is the main obstacle between her and a sense of communion. The extended metaphor of ‘hungry’ is used to reinforce the persona’s outsider status and emphasises her desire for the sense of community she has observed in others “I looked in windows, for the wealth”. The emotive language in “I, trembling, drew the table near,” highlights the trepidation felt by the persona as she interacts with the “curious wine”, demonstrating her fear of the mystery of society. Though she overcomes this momentous obstacle and finally ‘tastes’ a sense of communion, the confusion she experiences causes her to question her identity, and is reinforced through the simile of “As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road”; highlighting the persona’s shock that there must be sacrifice of individuality in return for acceptance.…
The daily scream therapy of my neighbour in the shower does not fail to act as an alarm clock every morning. This daily “alarm clock” was a good enough reason to not succumb into the pressure of calling the police. The rhythmic sound of everyone’s steps outside gave birth to the gravel, small as peas which moved beneath their feet and from it a faint dust rose, the perfume of the town. This perfume I had to get used to now, this perfume I will smell for the years to come. This foreign town was now my new home, away from all the sadness, unfulfilled relationships and the past, a town full of versatile people, some doctors, some painters, some chocolatiers and some farmers, all with big houses towering over them. A town still rich with bicycles and kids playing in the streets early in the morning, the streets filled with the aroma of bread this all felt very new to me, I was a city dweller, this made me feel great unease.…
It was settled, the Johnsons were relocating to Bellingham, Washington; since Papa cannot sustain the work in the country. John liked the idea of moving to the city, but Hilda and Lois were not so thrilled. Their house in Bellingham was modern, and John was delighted. From the window, you could see the magnificent Mount Baker. Papa and Hilda started talking about how Mount Baker was like God, making John feel awkward. The girls were a bit worried going to school even with John’s encouragement. After class, John’s classmate, Marvin, led him to the railroad tracks where he got him to smoke a cigarette brought by a fifth-grader named Pete. As they parted, John ran home in dismay, anxious that his parents might find out. When he got home, John saw Mama chopping down some onions, so he ate a piece to take the smell of the cigarette out. John felt guilty for smoking, but thought that at least he did something to please his father by chopping down some wood.…
When I got home I was surprised to see that the world hadn’t shifted under my stomping feet and, in fact, that it was not even morning yet. Eager to escape the eerie calm of my living room as fast as I’d arrived, I darted outside for an adventure. Pumpkin guts disgraced the road in all directions. The air smelled like scorched leaves and an ancient diesel truck. I felt wickedly insignificant, standing there with a piece of chalk I’d somehow acquired, ready to defile an…
the kitchen as I sat in my room nervously fussing over my makeup. Today was a big day for me, it was my first job interview for a position at the local McDonald’s. My stomach flip flopped at the thought of it all. I was very shy so the thought of having to sit and be interrogated with questions from a stranger was enough to send me into a panic. I looked in the mirror and smoothed out the front of my shirt, a pink and yellow top with brown dress slacks. “You can do this Sylvia, it’s nothing to be afraid of.” I told myself, though my stomach thought otherwise. Looking at the time I took a deep breath and left my room, heading for the kitchen to ,what felt like, my impending doom. Father was waiting there impatiently, as he saw me he just grunted and went out the front door. I followed after him, only stopping outside the door briefly to make sure I had all my stuff. Dad was already buckled up and had the engine started as I approached his SUV. The poor thing was so covered in the dirt from the road it was a wonder how dad could see out the windows. I climbed into the front passenger seat , wrinkling my nose at the smell of the inside. My dad’s fishing hobby was apparent by the fish smell of the interior of the SUV, and the 7 fishing poles stuffed in the back also gave it away. As Dad began to pull out of the driveway I felt my stomach churn again. Dad noticed and awkwardly patted my head saying “It will be alright kiddo”. My dad wasn’t the best at comforting but I was grateful for any comforting gesture at the moment. I watched the trees and houses go by as Dad drove, the 15 minute drive seemed like a eternity to me. I watched as the trees and houses turned into shops and sidewalks as we entered town. We were almost there, I could see it up on the hill. The site made me nauseous all over again as I tried…
It was a hot muggy afternoon during the early season of fall. The wind was strong that day, the force blowing against my hair causing it to rise and fall as the wind came and left without warning. I could feel the sun beating down upon my back, causing my body to fight against the heat to stay cool. The constant sound of voices ring in my ears and throb my forehead. I was at the picnic table outside the bridge of Bryant place, and it was the most busy and uncomfortable place on campus at that time.…
The beef was tender, the chiles hot, but not too hot, just enough to excite the tongue, and the seasonings bite, the garlic licks the taste buds, and I began to float on the sensations as Art drank his beer and the plants grew and stirred, the hummingbirds whizzed overhead and then hovered before my face, my tongue rubbed against…
Looking out the windows, I can see the view of the entire city, as if everything transforms to these blurry colorful little dots. Sitting on this shiny leather soft chair in an office that is 57 floors above ground, I have just made an announcement about how the tax is going to be raised again due to our circumstances. Every clerk working in this building is still waiting for me to sign the documents that need to be approved by tomorrow. Every time I walk out of the door, people greet me with respects and admirations. The people see me as a clever and profound leader, and they trust me thoroughly. After leaving the office, I’m on my way to a family dinner. I stop by this wide, fancy store in downtown to pick up a bouquet of fresh roses. Looking forward to meeting my family brings me back those memories of our fun time. We would go out, travel; even having a picnic in the park next to home was exciting. When I arrive, everyone is constantly moving in a rush to serve food that the kitchen is in a serious disorder. As a leader, it’s hard for me to bear this kind of situation, therefore I step up to direct them,” get that turkey over here in the center of the table”, “you, yes you, go help them in the kitchen”. Presently, a voice coming out of my right side asks gently “Can you get me that glass of water beside you please?” ‘’Why don’t you get it yourself? I have better things to do than getting you that glass of water’’ Words come straight out of my mouth before I can analyze. Just right after I answered her, another voice shouts, “stop being so arrogant! This isn’t your office, and we’re only trying to have a simple dinner.’’, this time it’s my mother; she walks out of the house madly and slams the door. Time pauses at this moment, it seems like even a pin drop can be heard, everyone stops talking. I look around, sensing the guilt as I see everyone’s stares. It devastates me to see that our relationships have been more…
TWO HOURS BEFORE MY PARENTS LEFT, I MADE MY SISTER CALL THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY AND THE MOMENT THE PIZZAS CAME, I PILED THEM ON THE CENTRE OF THE DINING TABLE WITH EIGHT CANS OF COKE SURROUNDING THEM LIKE AN OCTAGON. I HAD SPENT ALL MY POCKET MONEY ON THIS LAVISH DINNER AND I WAS SO EXCITED THAT I HAD FINALLY SUCCEEDED IN DECORATING THE TABLE. ALTHOUGH I WAS A BIT NERVOUS, AS MY PARENTS HAD NO IDEA ABOUT IT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I HAD THIS FEELING OF VICTORY AND CONTENTMENT, UNTIL EVERYTHING TURNED TOPSY-TURVY AND KNOCKED DOWN MY MOMENT OF HAPPINESS.…