3:15 am, I lie in the spot of my bed I’d always gone to for comfort, now lying there unable to move, think, breathe, sleep, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my world would never be the same again. Randomly waking up in the early hours of the morning is something I rarely do, so waking up at 3:06 am looking around my room, seeing Kierra also happen to wake up wasn’t right. Looking over at my phone, seeing Mrs. Jennie was calling me, I hesitantly answered, unsure of what to expect. Still half asleep, I asked, “Hello?”. Is everything okay?”…
In the 1600s, Great Britain’s North American colonies were mostly white, English, and Protestant. However, in the 1700s this changed. Great Britain’s colonies had become remarkably more diverse. The New World was home to many people who sought religious freedom; therefore new forces of race, ethnicity, and religion affected that society.…
Ordinarily, the sun’s light captured everything in sight like a mother hugging a child and giving it warmth. From the dark oak bed, I rose because of the unpleasant bites of mosquitoes. The Civil War is always on my mind. After a most successful battle yesterday when our soldiers all left home, relief and happiness came to mind, for there was a chance that we would win. Consequently, that would explain the surge of energy running through my body after waking up. Starting off with breakfast, I walked to my kitchen, the wood underneath my feet start to creak. The closer I walked to the kitchen, the warmer and cozier the atmosphere became. My servant, Julia, prepared breakfast for me today similar to many other days, I always wonder what will breakfast will be. Fresh eggs from my brown feathered hens were soft surrounded by creamy goat cheese, and well-cooked toast was on the plate this morning. Enjoying the meal is a morning ritual,…
Though I may have been trapped here for some time, I have managed to stay sane through drawings. I drew how I felt when I felt it. Now however, I am growing restless, and am tempted to peer into the outer world, even though I know it will bring dread and resentment upon my mind. Yet I still have a sliver of hope in my heart and so I decided to view- the mounted screen. I turned it on and waited for the bulbs to warm themselves. Finally an image began to fade into place. I was astonished at what I saw.…
I entered into the new house, it was so empty. I could feel the weight in the air. The cold, frightening new air. I walked over to what is now my parents room, I rolled the sleeping bag onto the carpet, and slept on the floor. Something felt strange, I was sleeping on carpet. Never before had I fallen asleep on carpet. Always on hardwood floor. I recall falling asleep in sorrow, trying to grasp a little bit of hope out of myself. I tried to see the best in the situation, but all I could think about was the people I just left, all I could think about was the past. I couldn’t bring myself to the present. My mind and heart still in Ecuador, my cold body here. This was probably one of the worst moments of my life. I don’t think I have ever cried so much. I don’t think that I’ve ever felt so isolated. I didn’t know who I was. Everything that made me had the reset button pushed on it. All of my pride and courage felt lost. I felt so weak. I needed to become someone new.…
“I forbid you to ever go near the athletic track when you're under my roof.”…
I lay patiently on the cracked leather chaise longue. The modest room was a fading cream colour, books line the wall near my feet in an ornate shelf, a small desk and chair sit by the wall opposite me next to the iron door, there is a single swinging light in the middle of the room which casts a golden glow over everything and a painting of a sailing ship hangs above me.…
With my family in front, I stepped onto the tile entryway without taking off my shoes. My soles echoed subtly and strangely in the cavernous, open concept and my soul slowly deflated into the empty space. Sundry clutter was pushed into a corner, backed by boxes holding household items that I wouldn’t miss until they are at the back of the one-car garage and crying to be of assistance. Cautiously, I gave myself a brief tour of the place that I once was able to walk through with my eyes closed, albeit with a couple trips here and there. Though there wasn’t much to trip over there’s still a good deal to cleaned before we could officially call this our old place. I slide open my closet door to find not clothes, but bags and crates and more boxes. Defeated at the sight of so much to still pack, as well as tired, I retreated to where my bed once stood. I began to rebuild my personal space again, and soon I was leaning on my headboard with a warm comforter as a cushion, taking a glance out my window instead of taking a catnap on the cold hardwood floor. The sheer curtains rippled in the cool summer evening breeze, brushing against my skin like a kind ghost and I realized that the real ghost was me. The curtains still hung in the room as the last trace of my presence, but they did not move as I hoped. I had no time to spend in the past, and so I dolefully pull myself out from the spiritual afterlife. I begin to do my duties as to not drag out the…
When you walk into my room, on the left wall there is a white dresser that has 6 rectangular drawers, and above that is a crummy and dirty mirror (its old). On the dresser, there will be a tall Big Bird Funko Pop, and there are most likely to be fancy earrings on top of it. Next to that will be a small stack of designed notebooks and a variety of books with a bigger Cannon camera. Depending on the day there will be a tall and slim water bottle or a stout, white defuser and an essential oil next to it. Following the dresser, still on the left wall, is a worn out TV tray. On that, there is a Harley Quinn Funko Pop, an empty box of tissues, my gross iPad charger, along with my iPad, and my phone charger. A little above the TV tray is a large…
The shrieking sound of my bed pierced my ears as I rolled over to the “colder” side. Peeking through my bedroom window, was a ray of the rising sun who softly kissed my face as I wistfully arose from my slumber. A burst of summer breeze blew over my body stretching out my bones as it fell upon my skin. I sit up on my rusted bunk and take in a deep breath, as I exhaled, I tell myself that I’m releasing all of the negativity in my body. It’s my therapy.…
I looked at the clock. It was only 8:00. I still had 5 hours left. I went into my black and white themed bedroom and set my phone alarm for 12:25. That would give me enough time to get all my things in order and drive the 15 minutes to the factory. I should arrive there right on time. I looked around my bedroom, suddenly resenting the lack of comforting colors. I have to admit, I was scared. I was starting the most important night of my life. Who wouldn’t be a little freaked out? With that thought in my head, I lay down, trying to get a little rest before I went and blew stuff…
Communications break boundaries and bring connections between people. In “Some Friends and I Started Talking: Conversation and Social Change,” Margaret J. Wheatley describes communication as “a timeless and reliable way for humans to think together” (312). As human, communication is an essential need for everyday survival. It also brings people closer as they have a better understanding of each other through communication.…
A large bay window peeked into the fresh lawn outside and right in the middle of it sat an immense lime beanbag. I would slump easily into it, after a never-ending day of impossible math, to read contently. Of course, the book came from one of the two towering walnut bookcases, glimmering reddish in the irregular rays of sunlight. The room nearly flew to the sky giving the image of an ancient roman cathedral with vaulted ceilings. To the left of the beanbag nook, the king, feather-filled bed protruded like a needle perpendicular to the beige wall. The soft mattress was caringly wrapped in teal and lavender floral sheets. Across the room from the bed, and next to the book shelves, a small but neatly-kept L-desk waited to be used when homework time started. My overly used laptop and practically ancient printer sat on the desk, quietly keeping each other company. The last of the four large walls in my rectangular room held the door to the rest of the house in one corner. My matching walnut armoire occupied the middle of this wall, silently watching and looming over me like a protective giant. On the wall on top of the armoire, my much-appreciated flat screen TV took its place like a prince taking his thrown to become king. This meant there was still an enormous space in the middle of the room. What would I put there? A square, orange and fuzzy rug sheathed the naked oak floor. An eclectic couch made of a mosaic sprinkling of quilts sat on top. Yes that would be the finishing touch……
Walking into my special room, one would notice in a corner a large brown square dog bed with puppy prints all over it. Next to the bed there is a brown rectangular wooden basket that contains all sorts of chew toys for a dog. From this section, a stranger would know that we have a large sized dog that is spoiled with tons of treats and toys to play with. The majority of the room is taken up by a tan microfiber couch, loveseat, and recliner. Each piece of furniture has a throw pillow and blanket on it. From this one might assume that in this house people enjoy relaxing on the couches and may even take a nap with a pillow and a blanket. The recliner has more spills and the color of the couch has faded. From this one may gather that the recliner is the favorite chair in the house. On one large low to the ground circle end table, there is a decoration that says “family.” Around this decoration is a bunch of different picture frames holding different pictures that include older people to young children. In the middle of the pictures is the biggest silver picture frame. In this frame, there is a young girl kissing a young male. From this a stranger could get the idea that family is important to this young couple that is in love and hope to have children one day. On another end table, there is a fake orange pumpkin with a purple hat that lights up. Next to the pumpkin is an old witch with a wart on her nose and her legs hang off the table. From this, one may assume that whoever lives here enjoys the holidays. On one wall, there is a flat screen TV. Underneath the TV, there are piles of movies that range from sports movies such as “Throwback” to children movies such as “Shrek.” From this one can assume that the owners of this house enjoy watching a variety of movies. The last end table is where one would find a pile of 6 textbooks- 2 education, 1 film study, 1 accounting, and 1 managerial book. At the sight of seeing all of these…
Question: The Watson Fellowship encourages Fellows to move outside of their “comfort zone.” Briefly describe your “comfort zone,” focusing on the world beyond family life, and then describe an instance in which you moved outside of your “comfort zone.”…