Our tale starts off towards what was supposed to be end of a great weekend vacation in space. ... So they were floating off into space with no way of getting back. ... I just know I was meant to do so much more for my planet and its people. ... And with his last word cutoff, they lost contact with home and were lost out in space forever. ...
I have always been forced to live my life in my own personal hell. ... I have tried everything within my personal will to make my feelings vanish. ... I breathe her, I see her when my eyes are not open, and she is always in my thoughts. ... It consumed my intelligence, my judgment, my love, and most importantly, it consumed my life. ... I am forced to sit in a mental state where I do not exist in a sense that I do not take up space but I am left as air to watch the surroundings and regret not being able to place my feet on the ground. ...
The poem I felt a funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson is a dream about the speaker's death. This is evident because of the capitalization of brain in the line "I felt a funeral in my Brain,"" In the poem the speaker does not only discuss the physical aspects of dying but also the process of mourning. ... The service is described to be like a drum and that is " beating "beating "till I thought/ My Mind was going numb "" Again, the repetition and the word numb shows how as they speak about her life the poet is aggravated that she has to leave it behind. ... The next li...
My car is my own personal space. ... When I first got my Honda Accord, the only thing that ran through my mind was all the possibilities and the potential this car had to be my second home, my safe haven. ... The next thing I wish to do to my car is make it my fantasy car. ... I want everyone to see my second home, my safe haven. ... But I see my safe haven and my second home. ...
My family consists of my parents and four children, my three siblings and me. ... The basement provides me with my personal space and gives me time to myself. Besides my passion for Pakistan and my religion, music is another element I am truly fond of. ... I get it my way. ... For me, my home is my basement. ...
A Day In The Rockies" With the birds chirping soft songs in the distance, clear, blue skies, and the dark reds and browns in the dirt beneath me, I felt the wide-open spaces liberate me from the harsh stress I had from home. The breathtaking view right in front of my eyes and the massiveness of the land built up all around me left me in awe. ... I was just relaxing when whispering of a north breeze blows through my hair. ... My dad patiently waits in the van as the rest of my family gets one last eyeful of the puffy, powdery clouds up above, high snow-capped peaks, and the deep valleys that...
Once more I lowered myself to my regular height, and my heart rose as I saw I had made the right selection. ... That was how I made my dough. My mom said, No, not now. ... Finally my mom pulled our old Buick into a parking space. ... I can't remember what my mom said to the man at the counter, but I do remember that my life of crime ended right then. ...
My friends and I approached the front of the stage, since there happened to be open seating that night. ... People of all kinds filled the empty space before the stage-I saw an elderly man in a Polo shirt and a girl dressed in black with fishnet stockings, both singing to the same tune. ... The concert setting is very different than my normal life. ... Then, my friends lifted me up and placed me on top of the world. As I was floating above the crowd, everyone was touching me to maneuver my body around them. ...
They needed to be punished for adding to the hell that was my life. ... I sit here with the blood of Cane now spilling out of the vacant space at the side of my body where my arm once resided. ... I panicked and my only hope was to escape. ... I hastily retreated to my den, and now i lie here dying. Wondering if the blood pouring out of me is really the cause of my suffering, was I predisposed to a life of hateful murder or was it just my own bloodlust. ...
For my ethnography project, I chose life at the Spina Farms Pumpkin Patch (The SFPP) that is located in San Jose, California. ... My observation mainly focused on the parents who bring their children to this place. ... The rest of the free space is occupied with pumpkins. ... For this part of my study I chose to interview the man, who came there with his wife and children. ... " From my observations, I learned that many Americans follow the traditions and want their children follow them too. ...
At the beginning of my relationship with Yesenia, my feelings towards her were not as strong as hers due to my obsession with my ex-girlfriend. A few months earlier my previous relationship with my ex ended. ... Yesenia had given me so much space to myself that I took advantage of it. ... On my girlfriend's seventeenth birthday I decided to go with my mother instead of going to my girlfriend's birthday party. Unexpectedly, one day my ex decided to go out with me again and I chose to cheat on my girlfriend. ...
"You"ll drive onto the premises and park your car in your reserved parking space. ... However, that was then and my feelings have changed. ... "If I give a warning, they will kill my wife I do not love anymore. ... "I want her to be the only woman in my life, but I still care for Mary very much. ... Once he pulled up into his reserved parking space, he turned of the engine. ...
For my application that was 10-inches, the landscape blocks were 8-inches in depth, I wanted about 2-inches for the crushed stone, and the ring doesn't really count for much, but its ΒΌ-inch thick. ... Once you've gotten them all in place and again checked that they are solid, level, and spaced properly around the ring; you can remove one block at a time, apply a small dab (about the size of a quarter) of concrete glue to the middle edges, and adjoining seam of the bottom blocks. ...
My worldview is shaped by my religion (pg 126) which is Christianity (pg 134). ... I was also raised as an only child so I am very used to having privacy and my own space and it is something I really value. I believe what is worth dying for is my family and some of my closest friends. ... In my life I practice Individualism (pg 185). ... Gender roles are very distinct in my culture. ...
