He gets up early works hard all day, has time to spend with his family, goes to bed and starts the same routine all over again the next day. He starts with nothing and “pulled himself up by the bootstraps” and made a great living for himself and his family. Herb Clutter is living the American dream, but nothing is ever perfect. With the tragic hero comes their tragic flaw which is our next characteristic of a classic tragedy. Perry has a number of flaws that
As I pull in to the Sea World Renaissance my body fills with excitement. It is almost June eighteenth! While my parents check us into the hotel, my sisters and I whiz around the hotel exploring like there is no tomorrow. My parents, nurturing and loving, keep nagging me “you need to get some rest, tomorrow is your big day.” I always hate to admit it when they are right, but tomorrow is my big day and I am exhausted. After a long day I climb into my king sized bed in the prodigious suite of the grand hotel.
I was a bit nervous because this was my harbor and Mother Nature was giving it a beating. I did my last radio check to all the U.S. Navy ships that were harbored there. They replied back with “All stations are normal.” It was about eleven p.m. and everything seemed to be quiet besides the gusting winds outside. I turned the television on and sat on the couch to take a break. It had been a long day and I was getting tired.
It is a place that is common for sailors on freighter ships to come to, normally late at night looking for somewhere to sleep and wanting two things most all men want; women and whiskey. Olaf Jenson, one of the two main characters who works at a waterfront hotel in Copenhagen, is automatically judgmental of a new comer named Jim simply because of his appearance. This short story is a good example of why you should never judge a book by its cover. As soon as Jim walks into the hotel where Olaf works, he immediately focuses on nothing but the way Jim looks. “He was staring at the biggest, strangest, and blackest man he’d ever seen in all his life” (Wright 209).
Since coming back from Iraq I haven’t been able to sleep well. I go to bed late and wake up early. Some nights I have bad dreams about deployment and other nights I’m completely fine. I’m glad to have my wonderful wife next to me, she usually calms me down. Then there is my son that I look into his beautiful green hazel eyes that help me keep going.
He set down his bag, and lay down comfortably on the white bed sheets. "Just come down to dinner in about an hour." "Sure, Amy." Amy went out and left Ian. He closed his eyes for a minute and then sat up.
In the spring of 2008, my brother took a turn for the worse; it was as if he had lost the will to live. On the morning of April 20th, 2008, I was lying beside my brother. I had just finished washing his face, and brushing his teeth. I looked over at him, to ask him if he was cold. As I turned my head, I noticed that he had a huge smile on his face.
I could change things. I was maturing, for heaven's sake! It was not until we passed through Page, Arizona that I knew what I could do about it. I started to seriously consider my father's offer. One morning, I got up early and went outside our little cheap motel room to sit on the stairs.
The Debated Effects of Television Joe comes home from a long day working seven to six and collapses onto the couch. Finally he can relax and catch his breath from the stresses of everyday life. His turns on his favorite show and loses himself into the false reality on the screen. Due to the hectic, tiring lives Americans lead, television has become an escape. Society tells the people that television is destructive; excessive watching of a screen destroys brain cells and may even shorten lives.
After an enormously long trip form Clarksdale to Nevada, I was extremely tired. I slowly woke up to the big bright glowing city lights. I wiped my eyes very gently so that I could see clearly. I took a very deep breath and sat up, so that I could look out the foggy windows. Finally, I got up and looked out of the foggy windows of my dad’s red and black Chevy.