At the beginning of chapter 2 we get a sense of the bunkhouse. To begin with the bunkhouse seems very functional and purposeful (build just to sleep). We know this because ‘the walls were whitewashed and the floor unpainted’. This indicates that no one takes care of that place and that’s only made for one purpose. Also by referring to the quote ‘Three walls there were small.. .’ and ‘against the walls were eight bunks’ this suggest that it’s very crowded and unhygienic.
You probably walked past it before. You think it is just a regular apartment building but the inside is much more different. The second you walk into these buildings you are not yourself and you will be thankful of what you have. People everywhere the most overcrowding place you will ever be in. There’s hardly any air and the place has a terrible smell that Febreze cant get rid off.
What am I doing here? Looking around the empty room, questions fly around inside my head. I see nothing, but white, dirty, cracked walls and a shattered window. Smoke. The smell of smoke stings in my nose.
*Crakle Crackle* …. All of a sudden, a slight chill crept up on me and I could sense another presence behind me. There was no hostile intent but I could not be too sure. Since I had no weapons on me, I silently readied myself just in case the mysterious presence initiates an attack. “Quin…” But what came next was totally unexpected.
We never find out in the story, which is probably done on purpose to keep it interesting and mysterious. The end was also a strange part. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment he found the
* Mitchell’s opinion is that Devilly and Cotton display a lack of knowledge within the text of CISM because no reference to this literature is stated by the authors. Mitchell believes that if Devilly and Cotton would have at least read any publications of CISM there would not have been a need for this perplexing and erroneous article. Mitchell also believes that seven- step
He also reveals Holden’s rebelliousness. He is the first adult that Holden really interacts with, and through Mr. Spencer Holden reveals his ambivalence. First there would be his repulsion, towards Mr. Spencer, and his Vicks Nose Drops, his aging clumsiness and his smell. The reader knows this when Holden describes
We all walked inside the auditorium and glancing at the wall, I saw quite possibly the worst painting I’ve ever seen, it looked like a robot with fairly diminutive hands and lengthy fingers. Its knees were disfigured and the paint choice was just frightful for my eyes. The cool air from the A/C hit my face with such force of two trains colliding. Most kids had serious faces as if there was a prize for
I can build myself up and tear myself down faster than any one else around me. I can reject fear, but never silence the demon. I can channel my nerves, but never rid them. I can criticize myself and push my limits until they meet no end. The question is this; if I can present my biggest passion and become the most vulnerable with my worst enemy, why not present myself to the world where the criticism has no comparison to myself?
Their cell is spotless, with a host of toiletries arranged neatly on a table and walls taken over by posters of Beyonce and flash cars. It is a world away from the stark, utterly bare cell on Denby used for boys who have trashed their cells or caused a major disturbance. Mitchell says this is "the best prison" he has been in because of the amount of association time they get at