This museum has so much to view in such a small place that it is incredible. I ended up spending about 1 hour and half just exploring and looking at their collections. The first floor was a bit confusing to get around but loved it all. From taking a mug shot, to being inside one of the intmate cells, the intmate cells were the real thing, they had the actual matress intmates would sleep on they had the little sink they used and the toilet that was fitted into such a compact space, I wouldnt be able to imagine myself sleepin in those beds, and i specially cant imagine my self been stuck in that cell for hrs, months, years. Another great collection that I was astonished by was the collection of locks and handcuffs, wow, I never imagined that so many diffrent handcuffs have been manufactured, diffrent size, shape,
The RoomRedo does many things while it makes your bed. While, it makes your bed, it makes the bed more comfortable. It turns your mattress every day, so it feels like you have a new mattress each night. Second, the hand sensors on the buttons tell it how much you would like your pillows fluffed and it fluffs the pillows to your liking. Therefore, you don’t toss and turn and you wake up feeling refreshed.
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.
After dealing with a mood disorder for five years, I was unsure of how thing really looked when I wasn’t stuck in the cave and prisoner to my own mental illness. I was so used to the fake smiles and fake lives that the real thing baffled me. I was unsure of how to approach this new world of realness and happiness that I’d never felt before. When I escaped into the real world, I was much disoriented. It was painful and horrible for me to leave the cave, as it was for the man, because it was like being in a whole new world of things I’d never experienced, such as joy.
The Good in the Bad Television (TV) has been a topic of discussion for years, whether it is good or bad. Many critics argue that watching television is not only unhealthy for the body and mind, but also claim that it is violent and vulgar. What is claimed to be “bad for you” changes every day. There is not a substantial amount of evidence as to why television is terrible. Television is not so bad, there are multiple programs that are educational, relaxing, and also have intense structural stories similar to a story in a book.
I never been in a house so beautiful. I always hated the color green and despised all green colors but I changed my mind when I saw George Washington's house. When I was in exploring his house, i saw he has weird but big beds and i was shocked because my bed is not even that big. I expected smaller beds. I learned how they had to live daily like when they had to use the bathroom outside in a
Throughout the story, we never really get a grasp of any sort of happiness in these people’s lives, so for these bleak men and women, an equally bleak ending seems almost unavoidable, if not expected. I agree with this statement in that just about every character that Steinbeck creates is in some way damaged. There are the obvious characters, such as Lennie and
I awoke to the sound of Frank Ocean’s melodic voice blasting through the speakers of my iPod alarm clock. Even the intoxicating sound of my favorite artist wasn’t enough to remind that today was Monday. I threw my pillows at the headboard of my bed, wiped the crust from my eyes and trudged towards the shower. The soothing smell of oranges from the body wash wasn’t enough to revive me. Everything I did felt so normal; it made me feel like an average high school student.
I could not sleep because we all were too crammed together to move a lot, and the smell made me sick with everybody not being able to bathe. Just imagine what I had to go through, just to come to America. Imagine hundreds of men, women and children huddled together in the dark, on bare wooden floors with no ventilation, the only thing we breathed were the stench of vomit and the effects of diarrhea because there were no restrooms or sanitary facilities. There were no mattresses and the berths were never cleaned. Many of the unhealthy remained in bare wooden bunks just laying in their own filth the entire voyage because they were too sick to move or get up.
This resulted me laying in bed for long periods of time, and just being so afraid that even going outside would be catastrophic to me, because no matter wherever I’m at, I always had to have a cough drop in my mouth, or else it would result in me gag all over the place. Once my depression had gotten so low, my mind started to develop suicidal thoughts. The reason why this occurred, was because this problem was controlling my life, buy not letting me be able to go out and have fun, go to church, or even to go out and seek a job to help my mother with the bills, and I just wanted it to end. My mother became very worried of me, for she saw me sinking into a dark place in my life. Seeing me like this really broke her heart, so she told me that