My Room Essay

Charlie was beaming the entire way to his room but in the back of his mind, he still had that small bit of fear there. As he was walking to the elevator, he heard someone calling his name. “Hey Scarlett, great timing,” Charlie smiled at her and held the elevator. “Hey,” she smiled brightly back at him, but didn’t look him directly in the eye. The elevator doors closed and they were silent the entire way up to the fifth floor. “She’s having doubts. I’m betting that she’s terrified. Hell, she’s…

I had my first surgery ever during the summer of 2015. I was sitting at home in my cozy living room and a sense of pain would come across my throat as well as my ears feeling full with water. I asked my mom to look in my throat because every time I swallowed, it felt like a piece of sand paper was scrapping my throat. I remember her saying we should go to the doctor bright and early in the morning because there were white, clammy spots deep in the back of my throat that should not be there.…

hear every now and again. I personally believe long before those houses crowded that once vacant land something extremely evil happened there because it wasn’t just my house that was strange it was everyone…

between art and band, and I loved being in the band. My 6th grade art teacher was not very supportive and if the art was not up to her standards she would give you a bad grade, or make you redo it. Thinking back I could not recall a time where I was told good job or anything or that nature. My friends and I would all dreaded going to art. So my attitude about art was that it was fun and relaxing, but an art class was scary and dreadful due to my past experiences. I remember walking in to art…

understand, fade forever. They say space might be infinite but that means infinite stars, too, if you think about it. Some have to collide. Some have to burn out to make room for the next. It’s freshman year and my mom helps me move cross-state from Colorado to Nebraska, unload my stuff in giant rolling laundry carts into McGloin Hall, my home for the next nine months. McGloin is supposed to be just for sophomores, but I waited until the last minute with the application, all the freshman dorms…

On August 22, I volunteered at the first ever Mississippi Book Festival. While I was a room monitor I interacted with many different people as I lead them to their seats, and later after the festival was over I joined the rest of the volunteer team to help clean up. The festival was a one-day event held at the state capitol featuring many different artist and authors speaking on book panels, live music performances, and outdoor food and book vendors. The Festival was meant to “celebrate the joys…

of the room to which I take his arm and we walk down to the SPED room. On the way down he is touching the walls with his feet and hands we get the water bottle and return to class where the class is getting ready to go outside for extra recess time. He is fine out there and…

Living In a dorm has been a big transition from living at my parent 's house. There are some things that I like and things I don 't like at both places. From the people I live with, to the rules, I have to follow. Both my dorm and my house have their pros and cons. If there is one thing I hate the most, it 's being in dirty places. Well in the dorm, it 's very dirty. It 's not just the messes every once and a while in the hallway, but the dirt no one sees. Like how dirty the bathrooms are.…

I walked down the corridor of the expensive New York apartment building, just wondering how I was going to talk THE SPENCER LITTMAN-HAYNES. The man who has taken on every near impossible court case and won, the one who survived a shooting, and well everything in between. I get to the door and knock lightly not wanting to disturb anything even he knows I'm coming, I waited a minute and nothing happened so I knocked again and little harder this time. The door opened and spencer was there "Hello…

erupted from the students. Brisk breeze blew throughout the room, intruding from the open windows. Loads of student desks were arranged around the room in a square-like formation. Parody music filled the homeroom, children either singing along or chatting noisily as the foolish, Eye of the Tiger mockery played. As the lyrics advanced, the illustration of pixelated, forged spider eyes entered my brain. Hysterical laughter began protruding from my and everyone else's mouths as the music died down…